A/N It took me a while to finish this, but I did! I hope you'll like it, even tough it is pretty sad... Sorry for the wait, but... enjoy!

Sweet rapture and life,
It ends here tonight

His thoughts of that magical time were interrupted by her slight cough. And he realized he had only spaced out for a second. Cause his Pixie, his lover, was still there, she was still breathing. Her emerald eyes, now slightly dulled, were fixed on his face. He felt them burn his soul, like they always had. From the moment he met her, those eyes wouldn't leave him alone.

He couldn't lose those eyes! The thought seemed to spark something inside of him, and his head shot up. Where was Max? Looking over the dark Californian sand, the rocks where THEY were probably still hidden, their rifles pointed at the scene in front of them, just waiting and looking at the sick situation they had created. His head frantically moved from left to right, as his hoarse voice called out one name. At first it was like a whisper, his grief already choking him. But as he didn't get a respond, the yelling became louder.

"Max! Max! Where are you? Max!"

As he didn't get a respond, his voice faded in the hoarse whisper it had started with,

"Max, we need you…"

And all of a sudden he saw it. Next to the abandoned car they had used to get to this spot. The spot where they were trapped, where they had tricked them. They had went for it, like moths drawn to a flame. The prospect of turning back the events that had lead to this, had fulfilled them with hope, so they had taken the risk. But the risk had killed them, all of them… And as he saw the car, with the dark human shape lying in front of it, he knew it. They had won, they were dead now, all of them.


Closing your eyes
You pray your dreams will leave you here,
But still you wake and know the truth -
No one's there

Grief for the death of his best friend, of his brother, filled him but he pushed it aside. She was still here. She was still with him. The form in his arms was still shaking, but she felt colder now. And he knew… She was holding on. She was holding on for him. She knew he couldn't let her go. So she was still here, holding on, suffering, for him. The amount of pain following that thought was almost the end of him. His heart was being held in an iron grip, and right now, he wouldn't mind if that grip became the death of him.

The sound of her ragged voice called him back from the recesses of his mind.

"M- Michael…"

"Shh, don't talk baby. Max is… Max can't come, but I'll fix it. I promise I'll fix everything."

A small smile found its way to her bloodied lips, and her grip on his arm tightened as a spasm of pain ripped through her entire body.

"Promises, promises…" the loving look in her eyes told him what she truly meant, "You… you already did… fix me."

A single tear pooled from her green eyes, mingling with the blood and dust on her cheeks. Understanding swept through him in that moment. She was letting go, but he understood. They had fixed each other. However broken they had been one time, now they were whole. And he had to let go of the part of him that had fixed everything. He had to let go of the part of her that was inside of him, let go of part of himself. He knew how this would end, but decided to give her what was left of him…

Say goodnight, don't be afraid
Calling me, holding me, as you fade to black

"Can I go?"

The question had come so sudden and was spoken so softly he almost didn't hear it. The thrumming in his ears didn't make it easier to hear her either.

Shifting her weight in his arms, he noticed the shivers had lessened, and she had become still. Locking her eyes with his, he nodded ever so slowly, showing her how he felt about her with his eyes. Tears pooled in them, he knew that, but he didn't care. Nothing mattered but her. The beauty in his arms, she who had changed the gruff alienboy with the sad past. The boy who couldn't show his feelings, the boy, now a man, crying over the dying form in his arms.

He pulled her tighter as he felt her take in one big breath. It seemed to linger in the air for a few seconds, and he did what he needed to do. He pulled her even closer and placed his lips on hers, getting a slight reaction, but as he felt her hand fall away from his arm, he also felt her lips go slack. The finality of the situation hit him all of a sudden like a ton of bricks.

"No, no… no, no, no, no, no… NO!"

The scream tore through his body, like it tore through the desert night. It vibrated the cool night air as the stars shown brightly over them.

He rocked her body, turning cold already, stroking her hair with his calloused hand as he kept his head buried in the crook of her neck. Tears leaked from his eyes, and he couldn't stop them.

She had started them, years back, and she was the only one who could end them now. But she wouldn't. She was gone. The one person he knew would always be there. And she was gone.

Killed of in the desert. The irony he felt at that thought scared him.

'It started in the desert, so that's where it will end Guerin…'

And with that, he was filled with a sense of determination. Gently he let go of her body, putting her down in the sand. With one hand he closed her empty eyes that were still staring into space. The look on her face was almost angelic and he had to use every single muscle in his body not to let himself lie down next to her, to crumple and die himself. But he had a goal now…

Slowly he stood up, facing the huge rocks where he knew they were hiding, waiting.

A glimmer of a rifle was the only warning he got as his hand shot out at the same time a shot flew past his ear. Although the shot missed him, he didn't miss the agent. A slight explosion of heat could be seen behind the outcrop of the rock on the left. A form landed a few feet further, dead.

It was the signal that started the next few moments. Gunshots flew everywhere by now, as he kept building up power.
All of a sudden pain pierced his leg. A hot screaming pain which made it hard for him to keep standing up. But he managed. Even though his shoulder felt the same. His hands were glowing, and the sound of screaming men was like heaven to his ears. Unconsciously he hadn't realised he was one of the screaming voices. The raw pain which was eating him alive, emotionally as well as physically, provided him with more power.

And all of a sudden, for one second, there was no sound, just a blinding pain in his gut and one flash of heat as the entire rock formation exploded. Taking all of the men which were hidden in there with it. The thunder came fast, and he sank to his knees.

There it was again! The blessed silence. It followed the thunder, as death was all that was left around him. Bodies filled the landscape around him.

He looked around slowly, seeing the result of his determination, and he sank to his knees.

His breath came in slight gasps and he felt happy. Through the immense pain in his entire body, he could only feel happiness. He would see her again…

Feeling the blood flow from several wounds on his arms, legs and chest, he laid himself down on his back.

Facing the starts above him he could see the small clouds he made by breathing, in… out… in… out…

In… one word came out as he knew this would be his last one.

"Maria…"

Only one little cloud of air came from his cracked lips, as his body turned still and none followed.


(say goodnight) holding my last breath
(don't be afraid) safe inside myself
(holding me) are my thoughts of you
Sweet rapture and life,
It ends here tonight

And so it ended. With the final alien lying down on the sand, taking his last breath. And as the small cloud disappeared six stars could be seen, shooting through the sky, all at the same time.

Six stars, travelling the skies, blinding the earth with its green colours, making millions of people look up, in wonder. Something ended tonight, they just didn't know…