Just My Luck
Author: Lycanthrophile (lycanthrophile@imadethis.org)
Fandom: The X-Files
Originally Posted: March 19, 1997
Spoilers: Season 4
Disclaimer: Usual disclaimer. They belong to TenThirteen Productions. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: PG
Summary: The thoughts going through Pendrell's mind as the screen fades to black at the end of Tempus Fugit
Warnings: Character Death
Word Count: 402
Notes: This one just sort of popped into my head out of the blue.
Archive: Please inform me



Just my luck.

I didn't plan to die this way. I mean, I know I'm a FBI agent, but I'm a lab teckie, not someone out in the field. That's *supposed* to be safe. I didn't get up this morning and make a note in my Dayplanner - "Get mortally wounded while drunk and making pass at cute coworker."

At least Dana finally noticed me. I thought she didn't know I was alive. Now her only focus is keeping me alive.

I wonder where her partner is. Spooky Mulder usually is glued to her side, unless he's ditched her to investigate one of his theories alone. How could anyone leave a woman like her? I really do like Mulder, even if he is competition for Dana's affection. Aside from a chance to be around Dana when he asked me to research something, whenever he brought me a project, I was certain it would be a challenge. And I do love a challenge.

It's getting harder to breathe. I can feel my blood filling my lungs, my mouth.

It's funny. I never really thought about blood. I mean, I've thought about it in my line of work. I'm usually working with it in some way or another, testing for it, typing it, trying to tease the secrets of a killer or victim from it. But I never really thought *about* it, the redness, the stickiness, the saltiness, the fluidness, how it can bring life.

Or end life.

Dana's face is hovering over mine. Her words reach me from a great distance. "Pendrell, listen to me! You *must* keep breathing!"

I wonder if she has any idea how many times I've dreamed of this. Not her holding me as I die, but her above me, or below me.

Now I can barely draw breath. I can hear sirens coming from a distance, but instead of growing louder, they are fading.

As am I.

"Damn!" she whispers under her breath. She is still a lovely vision above me as she fades into the darkness that I am becoming one with. I can faintly feel her start to perform CPR, but the blows feel painless. My soul is losing whatever connection it has with my body.

The last thing I feel are her lips on mine as she forces air into my blood flooded lungs.

I always thought if she kissed me I'd go to heaven.

The End