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AU Meme | ladykatiekay asked: Morgan/Reid, meeting in a post apocalyptic world, they are the only two people left.

It had gone beyond rationality and logic; there was silence on the airwaves, the remaining infrastructure automatic enough in places to hold up without a single hand to help it. The satellites really revealed the extent of it: there was no-one. Not a single soul left in the world.

Except for two. Two that found each other in the wasteland as the sun burned high in the sky. There were no grand plans to be made, when they couldn’t try a misguided attempt to start the human race again.

They found a place with shelter, food and water, even a pool that warmed nicely under the baking sun. Morgan was handy, and Reid was clever, and it was a little piece of paradise, their own ranch retreat. Most of the time they pretended their solitude was a chosen one; convinced themselves they chose to stay in their expansive home, no interest in the small lives of the rest of the world that wasn’t really there.

They read, and when all the books were gone they read them to each other. When all the books were gone again, they told stories to rival the long-dead masters, intricate and beautiful tales, the best of them transcribed to paper.

They played music and danced, planted seeds and watched them grow. Smoked marijuana that grew wonderfully in the heat.

They marvelled at the world in the brief periods they broke the fantasy of not being alone in it; it was really quite wonderful that it was being reclaimed by plant and animal, everything but human. Reid said something like human might evolve again. Morgan said he hoped they never did.

They made love for hours, spent days where the only thing apart from eating and sleeping was each other’s skin. They got creative, tried everything a society would have judged.

Reid got sick ten summers after they found each other, and Morgan promised if it looked to be the end, they’d walk out into the beautiful wilderness and die under the stars together. He got better.

They kept fit and painted, tattooed and marked each other’s skin. They spent several years gleefully leaving marks in the earth, marks that meant nothing and everything, planning for a future race of human or alien or something sentient to find them and wonder, create myths and legends and gods out of them.

It wasn’t a physical sickness, in the end, forty years later; Reid’s memory started to go, his brain deteriorating. Morgan kept his promise before his love could forget him; they walked for miles, into the wilderness, wrinkled and grey and with sixty years of pure love to see them off.

They made love in soft grass, no regrets as they took drugs and held each other and died together under a sea of stars.

(via ladykatiekay)