From: Tory Anderson 
Date: Fri, 23 Jul 1999 05:23:58 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: new story - "The Last Night Of The World"
Source: direct

Last Night Of The World
by Tory Anderson
tory_anderson@yahoo.com

Rating:      NC-17
Class:       SRA
Spoilers:    None.
Keywords:    Mulder/Scully romance.
Archive:     Anywhere.
Summary:     See title.


Disclaimer:  Before I became an X-Phile, I was a Days Of Our Lives
junkie. And you know what I noticed? NONE of their fanfiction has
diclaimers. Seriously.

Note:        Think 'Independence Day,' though it is
*NOT NOT NOT* a crossover. 

For Anastacia. Also for Curt. Thanks to Heathers' smut group - you guys
are the greatest!

* x * x * x *

You and me, we stand alone
We can see it all from here
Stretched far and wide
The barren skies
Fighting a silence
From deep inside
 - "As The End Draws Near" by Sarah McLachlan

* x * x * x *

Wednesday night
8:49 p.m.

     "...and Chicago has fallen to the mysterious 
troops of invincible soldiers.  All communication 
with the invaded cities has been cut off.  Various militias from all
over the world have staged attempts to overcome the alien forces, but
as of yet, all efforts have failed.  But what we do have is another
update of Earth's situation... Rosie?" There was a 
hum of static - the alien beams were interfering 
with all radio waves - and another voice came on, "Yes, thank you,
Gary. Well it seems that the only traces left of civilisation are along
North and South America's Eastern coasts... the massive
extra-terrestrial ships began in northern Scotland early this morning
and have been sweeping the earth in a south-north-south movement...
however various survivors have taken to the forests, fleeing from 
the encroaching aliens...but if their plan goes according to schedule,
Washington D.C. will be destroyed in approximately three hours...."

     Scully quietly thumbed the power button on 
her remote control.  The silence in her apartment 
was deafening. A few doors down, someone was blasting the radio - and a
more approprite song Scully couldn't
imagine.

     *It's the end of the world as we know it
      It's the end of the world as we know it
      And I feel fine
      It's time I had some time alone.....*

     But she didn't feel fine. It didn't seem real. Even after numerous
reports from newsrooms, government officials, experts and even
affirmation from the 
Lone Gunmen themselves, she couldn't quite grasp it.

     They were all going to die.  

     Everybody. Every living thing on this planet.  Every human, every
animal, every horse, cow, cat, sheep,dog, every tiny crawling bug.

     Wiped out for good by the arrival of the aliens 
in whom she herself had so vehemently refused to believe.

     In some way, she felt partially to blame.  If 
I had worked harder, searched longer, listened 
better, would they have listened?  If I had looked beyond mere
convention, if I had chosen to believe 
my partner, he could've gone public with the information we knew, would
it have made a difference?
     
     Would millions of people have died, and would
millions more be facing extinction?

     She wondered.

     But even through her slightly drunken haze - 
she had unearthed a bottle of wine her mother had given her for some
long-ago Christmas - she 
acknowledged that even so, there was probably nothing
these little governments could have done.

     She was depressed. I don't want to die!, she 
cried silently.  I've beaten the odds, I've overcome 
an almost sure mark of death.  I want to live the 
time that I'd been given. I want to find Samantha, avenge my sister, I
want to get married, have kids, grow old... and I want to do all this
with Mulder.

     She thought she really ought to call him.  
He'd be worrying.  But he was probably at his 
mother's, possibly discussing things that needed 
to be said long ago, or else counting down his final hours in the
company of the Lone Gunmen, somehow perhaps deriving comfort in that.

     But Scully wanted him to derive comfort from her.	
     She wanted him, period.
	
     Stop it, Dana! she screamed in her head.  You don't need Mulder,
and he's never needed you.  What's the point in spending my last
moments with him when he'd likely rather be elsewhere?
	
     Twice since she had heard the first report, 
she'd picked up the phone. The second time, she had actually started to
dial Mulder's number.  

     No. Bad.
	
     She clinked her short nails against the table. 
She was bored.  Never thought I'd say that with 
only four hours left to live, she thought bitterly.  God knows I've
planned my terminal days, made lists 
of all the things I want to do before I can no 
longer even see. You'd think I could find something 
to keep me occupied for three more fucking hours.	
     Suddenly, a click of footsteps outside the 
door snapped her attention from Drunk to Alert.  
She slipped her gun from the heap on the floor that 
was her coat.  Looters, she thought. Alien boogeymen.
Gotta be prepared. Dear God, I'm turning into 
Mulder. Must be those alien rays.

     "Scully?" Mulder shouted from the other side 
of the door. "Scully, it's me. Are you there?" He pounded afew times
for effect.
	
     She unlocked the door and swung it open.  He 
stood there, outlined by the battered wooden doorframe, hair slightly
mussed and clothes apparently hastily thrown on.
	
     They stared at each other for a moment that 
seemed like eternity. Finally Scully brushed her 
hair back and wordlessly invited her partner in. He ducked his head and
settled himself, legs outstretched, on her couch.  
	
     "I had to walk over." he spoke at last. "Traffic was gridlocked.
It's crazy out there, Scully."	

     "I know." she said quietly.
	
     "You believe it, then." His voice was raspy and slightly slurred.

     She cocked her head. "I think I always did, inside. I just needed
proof."  But it's a pity the proof was this gruesome, she thought.
"Besides, how can I not? My family is dead."
	
     "Your mother..."

     "Was visiting my brothers in San Diego. They must've died a few
hours ago."

     "I'm sorry, Scully."
	
     She acknowledged his sympathy silently. "Well, 
it doesn't matter."
	
     Mulder grunted.  They looked at each other in awkward silence. 
AWKWARD!?  Scully's mind screamed. We don't got time for awkward,
sweetcakes.  Time is quickly counting down and you don't get no second
chance.
	
     "Would you like a glass of wine?" she asked finally.
	
     "Sure," he answered after a beat, seemingly 
miles away.  Scully felt herself tense up and made 
a dash to the kitchen before the moisture in her 
eyes could spill.  She leaned against the cool 
surface of the counter, closing her eyes in relief.
	
     Quit it, Dana, you're overreacting. Get a grip!
	
     I'm not.  It's so obvious he wants to be anywhere but here.
	
     He came here, didn't he, of his own accord?  Why
would he come if he didn't want to?

     He pities me.  
	
     Look into his eyes, hon. Don't tell me you haven't seen the love
there.
	
     Try as it might, her innervoice could not come 
up with a retort for that, only the question, what kind of love?

     "Scully?"
	
     "Um, coming!" she yelled, fumbling to pour the wine in glasses and
not to spill any on the floor.  
As she bent to place the empty wine bottle in the recycling bin, her
eyes caught sight of the calendar hungbetween two cupboards.

     MAY 1999
	
     Almost out of it's own will, her hand rose to flip the page.
     
     June. July. August. September. October. November. December.

     I'm dying.

     I'll never live to see summer.  My family will never fly back to
the roost to celebrate Thanksgiving. No more giant turkeys or Mom's
pie.  We'll never 
again all troop down to the cemetery on Veteran's 
Day to commemorate relatives I never remembered, and put heaps of
sick-smelling flowers on Daddy's grave.  
And when the first snowflakes fall, there'll be no little children to
run out and celebrate and make angels and snowmen.

     They'll all be dead.

     I'll never celebrate my next birthday. I'll 
never go back to the office.  Little, simple things. I'll never buy new
clothes, or rent a movie. I'll never get stuck in rush hour traffic.
 
     Tears welled up in Scully's eyes, unbidden and
terribly unwanted. I thought I'd live forever.
Unrational as it may be, I truly believed I had... forever.

     This isn't happening. This can't be happening.	
     "Scully?" 
	
     She had been so involved in her inner thoughts that she had not
noticed the soft pad of Mulder's 
feet on the linoleum.  He placed what was meant to 
be a comforting hand on her shoulder, but only succeeded in rather
badly startling her, "Are you 
all right?"
	
     "I'm fine." she murmured softly, automatically.  It was when
Mulder's hand dropped from her shoulder 
to sweep clingingly down her arm when the tiny bubble
inside her popped. "No, Mulder, I am not all right.
Nobody's all right. We are all dying." She took a
breath, "You know, I thought I was going to live
forever. Well...that's an exaggeration. Nobody lives
forever. But I had just gotten - YOU had just given 
me a free ticket to life, and I was prepared to fully use it.  Before -
when I had my cancer - I had plotted out my very last days. I thought
of everything I wanted to do. I thought of all the things I would never
do. And now, it's happening again, and I don't have time to do
everything that was on that list."	
     Mulder nodded silently.
	
     "Nobody knows how much time they have left," he said quietly.
"Even now, I could be killed by...by a brain aneurysm hours before
those colonists get here. 
A maniac looter could bust in here and blow us to bits. The point is,
nobody knows, Scully. So you have to live - every moment - for the NOW.
Everything is about...now."
	
     "All right, then," Scully said, "What do you want to do - now?"
	
     Her partner grinned, "I want to do what's on MY list."
	
     Scully was pleasantly disturbed by the desire
sparking to life in his diamond eyes, "And what would that be?"
	
     "This," he said, and his mouth fell upon hers, 
the force of it pushing her lips open and allowing 
his tongue to sneak past the sentinels and into her warm, wet mouth.
	
     "Hmm, Mulder...." she broke it off.	
  
     "What... What?"
	
     "I don't know if we should-"
  
     "Why?"
	
     She averted her gaze. It was a good question, 
and begged a good response. Unfortunately for the question, Scully
didn't have one.
	
     She moistened dry lips and was about to speak - 
to say... something... - when Mulder lifted a finger 
to her mouth.  Her eyes grew wide. "Sshssh," he murmured, "We don't
have time for words."
	
     Her lips moved beneath his hand, shaped to form 
a sentence, when he removed his fingers and swooped down to replace it
with his own mouth instead.
	
     "I want you..." he whispered, sliding lips over the warm skin on
her neck, her face. "I always have, God knows why...but I want to be
with you, now, because it's all we have left..." he placed a blazing
trail of kisses from her ear to her collarbone, "Tell
me, Scully..."

     "I want you, too..." her voice was drunken, slurred. "Oh God, I
want you..." And though the sound of her throaty voice saying those
words, words that he'd dreamt of, he forced himself to ignore the
throbbing in his jeans and - stop.

     "You're not sure."	

     She pulled back out of his embrace, offended. "What the hell do
you know about me? Don't presume 
to know what I do or do not want."
	
     "No," he said, "You're not. You don't think 
it'll mean anything. You think it'll be the equivalent of a one night
stand, if we were to live to see morning. No consequences. You think
it's an act of desperation, fear, defiance."	She didn't answer.
	
     "Well, it isn't," he said, completely self-
assured and calm. How can he be calm?, Scully shrieked in her head.
Calm? CALM? I don't even know the meaning of the word calm. I'm dying.
I'll be dead soon, in little bloody mangled pieces. There's so many
things 
I want to do before it happens. I want to eat 6$-a-pound strawberries.
I want to ride a horse bareback 
in the surf. I want to stand at the top of the Empire State Building
and scream at the top of my lungs. I want to run up a down escalator. 
I want to travel 
the world. I want to make love with this man, my partner.
	
     "Yes." she said, sure of herself. "Now. Make 
love with me, Mulder."
	
     With that, she twisted her fingers in the hair 
at the base of his neck, and firmly tugged his face down to hers.  This
second kiss - the kiss that means
something, the kiss of affirmation - was as hot and
all-encompassing as the bright blue alien lights that
were destroying cities mere hundreds of miles away. 
Mulder's lips were soft, and yielded to the pressure
of hers.  Scully flickered her tongue out, carefully,
like a snake, tasted the moisture beading in his
mouth. Finding it to be to her liking, she pried his 
unresisting lips open and swirled around in his mouth
for more of that candy taste.
	
     Mulder's breath came like the tide, only faster, and his heart was
pounding like the hooves of a galloping thoroughbred.  Scully was
whispering
words - something - and tugging on his wrist. Lost 
in a hazy fog of arousal, he could only follow where she led, trusting
her implicitly.

     The hallway was dark, and the new distance 
between her lover and herself gave Scully a moment 
to think about this new situation.
	
     Are my sheets clean?

     Well, they'd find out.
	
     Scully's apartment building was one of the few left with
electricity, and a small lamp glowed on a tall dresser.  Standing by
her bed, Mulder solemnly reached out and unbuttoned the top button on
her blouse, placing a gentle kiss in his fingers' wake.  Lower, and
lower he went, until he reached the elastic of her pants' waistband. 
Sneaking a look up into her eyes - and seeing only lust, and
acceptance, and amazingly, love - Mulder reached around to the side 
of her hip and unzipped the zipper.  Scully licked 
her lips.  So slowly, Mulder unclasped the catch, 
and let her pants fall to the floor.  A small push 
and a whispering breath had her silky sky-coloured shirt joining
itscompanion at Scully's feet.
	
     Mulder sat back on his heels and simply took it all in.  The pearl
and ivory skin, slender arms, 
short, yet graceful legs, the cute little bellybutton peeking up above
the elastic edge of white bikini underwear.	

     Wow.
	
     Apparently, however, Scully was tiring of being
stared at, and unceremoniously tugged him to his feet,
using the loose fabric of his white work shirt.  She did not take the
care and formality he had taken with her buttons, simply plucking each
one quickly out of its hole, eager for the sight and taste and feel of
Mulder's chest.
	
     Dexterity was rewarded. The small redhead attacked
the smooth expanse of gold with hand, mouth, tongue,
and little tiny hamster-sharp teeth. The sparking  pinpricks of pain
only served to heighten Mulder's arousal, leaving him moaning and
growling on his feet. Still lavishing attention on his breast, Scully
neatly sliced her right ankle under Mulder's feet,
sending him sprawling on the bed with her overtop. 
Not sparing a moment to let him recover his bearing, she kissed him,
fiercely, ferociously, diving in and 
plundering the dark, mysterious secrets of his mouth.
	
     "I'm never going to let you go," she whispered
vehemently.  Consumed by passion, Mulder could only
groan.  She reached a hand between their bodies, down
to the fly of his jeans.  Mulder groaned as she
unintentionally rubbed against his rock-solid
erection, trying to get at the tiny tab of the zipper.
This time on purpose, she walked her fingers up and
down the swelling length of him, revelling in the
groans she wrought from his throat. She continued
caressing him until urgently, Mulder grasped her 
wrist and held it away, using his other hand to undo the zipper
himself.  He kicked off his jeans, at the same time toeing off his
shoes and socks. 

     Silently, the promise of recompensation glistening in his eyes, he
deliberately eased his fingers up her inner thigh and under the
lace-trimmed elastic of her panties. Her mouth fell open as he skated
two fingers back and forth along the dewy 
folds of skin, lightly pinching between tips and pressing with a thumb.
"Mulder...oh!"  
	
     Mulder grinned ferally as he slid two fingers 
up her humid passage, warmth and softness and slick moisture that he
wished would wrap around other, 
more sensitive parts of his body....
	
     As if sensing his thoughts, Scully jerked her 
hips back, effectively releasing his fingers from 
the depths of her body.  "There's no time for this,"
Scully said in a commanding tone, though her voice 
was deceptively shaken by the force of her desire. Ridding herself of
panties and bra, and Mulder of 
his grey cotton boxers, she let Mulder roll her over onto her backand
he slowly, so	
     s
       l
         o
           w
             l
               y
pressed down into the stubbornly tight opening of 
her body.  Her breath hitching, Scully adjusted amazingly quickly to
his size, lifting her hips up 
to meet his, so slowly.
	
     The pace suited her at first - after all, it 
had been awhile since she'd last done this with 
anyone and certain muscles were getting rather rusty.  But soon the
turtle pace was not enough; fear, lust, and an almost manic desperation
to get to know this man - this man she loved - in this intimate way 
before they died edging out any inhibitions or reservations. Scully
bucked her hips up, glorying 
in the feel of Mulder sliding tightly within her.

     There was no time.
	
     As for Mulder himself, he was in paradise.  
Sweat beaded on his brow and along his spine - he opened his eyes and
stared down at the face of the
woman who filled up so much space in his heart, his life.  He shivered.
 
        
     The end was nearing.
	
     "Faster," Scully ordered, a hoarse whisper echoing in his ear.
Obligingly, he pumped his hips, thrusting, filling, defining.  He felt
little hands reaching down his back, slip-sliding their way towards his
ass.  She clutched tightly, bringing him slamming down into her, the
tip of him hitting the edge of 
her womb.  She whimpered, flinging her head back onto the soft pillow,
while he buried a groan in a bite to her neck. She cried out - "Ah...
oh, *god* Mulder..."
	
     What did it matter if she got hickeys?  They weren't going to see
anyone ever again, anyway.

     He reached out with his tongue, dabbling in 
the soft skin he had bitten, and tasting blood, salty and metallic.  He
sucked desperately, Scully's little vampire lover, renewing himself
with her essence,
carrying a bit of her inside him. 

     On that thought, Mulder felt himself twitch, 
then again, and again, and in a frenzied burst, stretched his arm
between their slapping hips and 
felt for - between the wiry curls and slippery skin - the small hard
bump that would make his cool, reserved partner howl.	

     "MULDER!!! God!"
	
     Ah, there it was.

     Scully was panting now, her breaths exhaling in hot bursts against
his neck.  Once or two more pushes of his hips, and her muscles grasped
his erection, squeezing it.  She muffled her scream of fulfillment in
his shoulder.  He came when she did, the contractions around him
pulling him deeper into the undertow.
	
     Mulder collapsed beside her, winding his arms around her waist
andher legs between his own.  Scully's
breasts pulsed against him - her breathing was still laboured.  Their
sweat mixed together on their skin, cooling. Scully pressed a kiss to
his sternum, then rested the smooth skin of her cheek against him,
completely satiated.

     The time was 11:30.
     
     There was half an hour left.

* x * x * x *

     "People are running into the forests." Mulder said. It was the
first thing he'd uttered since kissing her in the kitchen.  She
murmured 
acknowledgement.  "The aliens are only zapping 
major urban areas.  We'd be safe," he continued.
	
     "Maybe." Aliens or no, sex was sex and Scully 
was sleepy.
	
     "Maybe we should go. I don't ever want to lose you, Scully."
	
     "We'd only be lost together, Mulder."

     "Scully. Please."

     Scully shifted, pulling out of his tight embrace,
looking at him, honestly, blue eyes to hazel.  She
cocked her head in consideration.

* x * x * x *

     The phone rang.

     Nobody answered.

* x * x * x *

     the end

"It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I
Feel Fine" copyright Athens ltd./R.E.M. from their 
CDs "Eponymus" and "Document".

Has anyone seen '10 Things I Hate About You?' I 
simply can't write smut anymore without thinking 
about that guidance counselor.

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