Welcome To The Harem
Reunion by Eilan
Summary: Marita mourns for Alex in her own way. Existence, PG13, Krycek/Marita.
Archive: Sure, just ask me.
Category: K/Ma, Angst, character death
Summary: Marita mourns for Alex in her own way.
Author's note: I wrote this story in German and translated
it after I wrote my first two stories in English. Sometimes
the english expressions fit better, sometimes not. Hope you
like it anyways. And thanks to the Harem of X-Files other
women defenders, especially Karo my fellow German, Deslea
for founding the Harem and MaidenJedi for the incredible
fast and good beta.
They had left.
Both of them had just left.
And so did he.
Her head understood what had just happened, but her heart
couldn't. He had only come here to explain, and somehow
had run into the arms of two men.
He didn't come to kill Mulder.
She came to kill Mulder. And he had known it and wanted
to prevent it by convincing Mulder of their goals.
Their goals. Their goals didn't exist any more now.
Her task was to get into the Hoover Building, to search for
Mulder and to kill him. Something she would have done for
the first time.
As Mulder spoke with him and just didn't want to understand
that they had the same intentions, she wanted to do nothing
but pull the trigger. But then the first shot could be
heard. A shot rang out, but it didn't come from her gun,
and it wasn't Mulder who fell to the ground.
He spoke before the next shot could finish him off, asking
for what she wanted. He asked his murderer to kill Mulder
so that she wouldn't have to do it; he knew that she would
get the order to do so the second he died.
She already had this order.
Slowly she raised from the place in the garage where she
had been waiting for Mulder's car and walked towards the
corpse. The bullet had hit him directly between his eyes,
there was no chance that he had survived. At least that was
what her common sense told her. Her heart had to make
sure he was dead.
It was only then that she noticed she wasn't crying.
She wondered why she didn't cry for her husband, the father
of her child. He was dead, and she thought that was a
reason for crying.
But there was nothing, nothing at all.
She was afraid to touch him. He lied there peacefully and
if it hadn't been for the wound between his eyes, he
would've looked as if he slept. She remembered the
countless times she had watched him sleep. She thought
that in his sleep he always looked peacefully, like a
child. But he always notices when someone watches him.
No, he *noticed*, if someone *watched* him she corrected
herself. Past tense.
She didn't feel any pulse at his neck.
And now the tears appeared.
Not just a few but an unending stream of them.
Several minutes she just sat there, kneeling close by
his corpse and crying. Crying for all the hours she had
spent with him. Crying for their plan to stop the
colonisation from beginning. Crying for her child.
And with that thought another one arose.
The wish to follow him.
Mulder had put it the right way. In a world where black
turned to white and good to evil there was no God.
And she would take herself out of such a world.
The weapon felt cold in her hand. She wondered if it
would've been harder for her to kill someone else and not
herself and her child.
She didn't know. She hadn't killed until now.
It seemed impossible that a piece of metal that tiny
could cause so much damage.
But this thought quickly vanished as she pressed the
weapon against her temple.
There it felt even colder than in her hand.
Her other hand clutched his. She decided to name the
bullet. She had once heard that would help to pull the
trigger. She didn't believe it, but did it anyway. Mulder
would kill her. Had done it a little bit every day before.
It seemed paradox to her that Skinner and not Mulder had
No thought stayed inside her head for long whilst she
pulled the trigger slowly and closed her eyes. But her
last thought was one of her husband.
A shot echoed through the car park for the third time
this day and Marita Covarrubias' body fell over Alex
They were reunited forever.
Reunited in hell.