Title: Should This Be The Last Thing I See (I Want You To Know It's Enough For Me)
Pairing: Skye/Jemma Simmons
Rating: K
Author's Note: As always, these characters aren't mine.
Takes place during 1x13 and 1x14.
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You remember the gunshots, the way the pain pulsed through your body to the time of your erratic heartbeat.
You remember the way your hands clutched at the holes in your stomach, desperately trying to keep your blood from spilling out onto that stone floor.
You remember choking, sputtering on the blood that filled your mouth.
But, mostly, you remember her – the way she looked in that little black dress the first time you got to take her on a proper date, the way her lips felt so soft and warm against your when you finally threw caution to the wind and kissed her for the first time, the heat from her hands as she broke you down and built you back up.
You remember how easy it was to completely fall for her and how you never got the chance to tell her.
You never got the chance to tell her.
"I always knew, Skye," she says, and you look up.
And you're either dreaming or you've died and gone to Heaven because there is absolutely no way she's really standing there in front of you, wearing the same dress she wore on your first date.
She kneels down beside you and rests her hand on your thigh. "I love you, Skye," she says, "so much, and I can't imagine my life without you, but you don't have to stay if it hurts too much, sweetheart. You can let go if you need to."
You want to reach out and touch her and tell her how utterly alive you are and how she makes your heart beat, but she is gone like a wisp of smoke and everything goes black.
Chaos follows. There is a lot of yelling and orders being barked and movement; you strain your ears, attempting to focus on the voices to see if you can identify even one of them, but it is all just noise.
And that's when it hits you – you can't isolate the voices because you aren't hearing them, you're feeling them.
You focus again but all you can hear is the hiss-click of a mechanical door and then there is a feeling of cold so heavy that it takes your breath away.
The feeling of hope comes tentatively at first, then grows stronger and stronger until it has consumed you.
And then everything fades away and you are left completely and utterly alone.
You wake up in a hospital pod who-knows-how-many hours later. You open your eyes slowly, blinking in the harsh light, but your gaze is instantly captured by the figure sitting beside your bed.
She looks like she hasn't slept in days and her clothes are rumpled, but she is still the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.
You swallow hard and reach out toward her, even though your entire body feels like it's on fire, and your force a smile as your hand lands on her knee.
She looks up from whatever she's reading and her tablet falls from her hand as tears spring to her eyes. "You're awake," she says breathlessly.
You nod, grimacing, but there's something she has to know before you lose the chance forever, and so you steel yourself and say, "I love you, Jemma Simmons, so much."
She beams at you, smoothing your hair back off of your face. "Oh, Skye," she says, "I love you too."
And you think that if you had to die right now, you'd be okay because it doesn't get any better than seeing that smile light up her face.
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End
