Not much to say here...more tissues...

He smells amazing; I just can't get enough of this man. What is it about him that I am craving so bad…and yet I know I'll never have it. I know I'll never have the love that he shares with Dr. Scully.

Rebecca shifted her body to face Mulder and looked at his sleeping face, she imagined what Dr. Scully felt most of the time when they were together, in the privacy of their home, and she felt rather relaxed thinking about the two of them together. Puttering around the house like a normal couple, doing projects or cleaning and eating dinner. Which I bet is a wonderful affair. Rebecca licked her lips as she stared at him sleeping, breathing in the warmness and comfort he brought her, she had to do it, nothing was stopping her, she had to know. Breathing in deeply she closed her eyes and brought her mouth to his, pure softness brushed against hers and she was melting at it, though asleep Mulder reciprocated the kiss not sure what was going on. Her brain was on fire; she felt drunk with passion and never wanted this good feeling to end. Mulder brought his hand up to her head, cupping the back of it, gently deepening the kiss that they shared; he ran his fingers through the hair and blinked his eyes as he realized what was happening

"Becky…" he broke and was shocked that he had let it go that far, how long had we been kissing? Mulder was confused and frustrated and frankly a little disappointed, Rebecca knew him and Dr. Scully were a couple why she would do such a thing as this he didn't know. "…I can't do this for you…"

"I know, I was going to stop but you kissed back…"she bowed her eyes towards his chest, embarrassed again that she let her emotions and feelings get the best of her.

"You took advantage of me when I was asleep…" he swallowed hard trying not to offend her.

"I know—"she felt a stab of guilt, what would Scully think of her for doing this. "Please don't tell her. I—I just had to know." Tears stung her eyes, she did a lot of crying lately, and she chalked it up to her tumor pressing on those parts of her brain and Mulder thought the same thing.

"Do you feel like you could walk? Maybe some fresh air will do you good…"he tried to be optimistic but she shook her head.

"I don't want to move, there is no place I'd rather be than right here with you." She smiled and was quiet for several moments, "…my body is shutting down…I can feel it. A so called sixth sense…" She raised her brow at him and gave him a certain look that reminded him of Scully so much he could swear it was her. She was starting to look awfully pale, the flushness that she had was leaving her body just as quickly, like death was dragging her feet and leaving the body there, "…my parents…"

"They're coming…" Mulder rose from his laying position, setting himself on the edge of the bed holding her hand, gripping tightly, reassuring her that he wasn't going anywhere. He stared at her and pushed her long red hair behind her ear, like he'd done for Scully on many occasions. He brushed her cheek slightly and she nuzzled into his hand and opened her eyes, looking at him.

"Thank you, I don't think I've ever felt so relaxed…" she smiled and kissed his palm gently. Mulder wasn't fighting, he felt so bad for her, and she was so frail and he could tell just wanted someone to love on. He knew it was against his better judgment but he had to do it too, he had to help her feel at peace with what was coming. Leaning down over her, he kissed her, tender and loving, the kiss you'd give your partner after the birth of your child. Pure and full of love. She couldn't help wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him in close, for the first time in their visits showing pure weakness and fear. She was so strong her whole life but this was something that she couldn't fight, she tried but her body was too tired, she knew Scully tried her damndest for her and it was just too late.

Finally releasing his lips she sighed and laid her head down on her pillow, grimacing slightly, she knew her head wanted to burst, it throbbed and she felt a terrible whirling sensation. She sobbed in her moment of weakness, closed her eyes and braced for the pounding sensations that she had been feeling and oddly enough they never seem to come.

"Becky…stay with me," Mulder begged her and gripped her hand tightly, feeling her grip faltering on his own. "…come on." Rebecca shook her head and kept her eyes closed, tears falling down her porcelain cheeks.

Mulder sat there for several minutes, watching her body fail under his hand, under his care that Scully had entrusted him with. There was nothing to be done. He knew deep down that the best thing they could do was let her die. Mulder remembered he'd seen people die but usually it was a good guy, bad guy scenario, everyone that was taken from him didn't get the chance to die in a hospital under careful supervision. His own eyes had welled with tears, he had no regrets on kissing her, he knew it was the only way for her to peacefully go and he accepted it. He would tell Scully but probably not until tonight. He wasn't sure how hard she'd take this, I know she hates losing patients; it's so stressful on her. But he still wasn't sure what she could have even done for her. This condition was unknown and no one knew what to do about it, just prolong her suffering with these quick temporary fixes that Mulder had come up with? It was only buying time. He felt her wrist, looking for some sign of life but there was nothing left. He sensed something different around him…an aura of peace. Not that he was a firm believer in life after death but sometimes you felt things that you just couldn't explain. Mulder did end up being somewhat of an expert of unexplainable phenomena, he laughed to himself lightly remembering his first conversation with Rebecca. He felt something grace his lips, a warming sensation and he gently puckered into it, closing his eyes and relishing the warmth for the moment.

"Mulder…how is she?" Scully was entering the room, unaware that the girl had already gone, Mulder lips instantly went cold and he inhaled a quick breath, almost ashamed as he caught Scully's gaze.

"She's—she's gone Scully."

"Mulder…wh—why didn't you come grab someone, we were trying to help her!" Scully was angry, she didn't know this was going to happen so soon. It couldn't happen like this, there was much more to be done.

"She was done Scully; her body was tired of fighting. Accept it." Mulder put his foot down, for as stubborn as they both were sometimes, there were situations that what he said was the final word and there was no arguing about it. Swiftly making her way towards the bed, Mulder had let Rebecca's hand go and just rested it on her arm. Scully checked for a pulse, any sign of life but there was nothing there.

"When?" She was cold and professional towards him. Holding firm her ground she sighed and looked at him.

"10 minutes ago." He knew she wanted a time of death. The tears were still in his eyes and Scully knew it was best to not push him any more on the subject.

"Why don't you head home…I'll be there after a bit." She was trying so hard to hold back her own tears, she knew better than to get attached to a patient but when Mulder was affected it meant something to her. He held his head down as he nodded in agreement, "I've got some paperwork to get to…" putting her hand on his chin, she tilted it up to look at her. "…go home Mulder. I'll take care of it." She swallowed a lump in her throat, trying to remain strong for him and he nodded again, rising from the bed, taking one last look at Rebecca lying lifeless in the bed and leaving. Scully picked up the phone and dialed the nurses' station, getting the assistance she needed with Rebecca's body. Finally breaking down herself as she waited for them to show up with a gurney, she let a few tears fall unable to hold them back any further, feeling slight warmth on her shoulder as she cried for the young woman, as if someone was telling her it was going to be ok.