A/N: Ahh! Finally! The last story in this four part series:D Anyways, I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you are all thinking.
Blood, blood, blood. By now, you are under the impression there is no other liquid besides the warm, sticky red stuff coming from your head. Yes, your head. It has yet to dawn on you that you, the incredibly handsome and 'ever-amazing' Templeton Peck, has perhaps just layed down on Death's Bed. You tell yourself it is not supposed to happen this was. Because this way, is alone. It has been a long time fear for you, dying alone. You fear being alone. Have feared it from the day you were dumped on the steps of St. Teresa's Orphanage. And oh the nightmares; you're team not there for you, not there to comfort you. But you were always told that nightmares were not real. It's all in the head, they said. Until now.
While you scoffed at Murdock for claiming his dreams were becoming reality, a tiny part of you wondered, is this was indeed possible. Was it? Demons Murdock saw in his nightmares, Hannibal and you were always assuring him they were not real. But the Captain would come back to the real world only to suddenly see these things for himself, right there, completely conscious.
But Murdock is crazy. That was the only reason you never dwelled too much on the wondering thought.
Maybe you should have given it more thought. Could the one thing you fear the most one day become real? Building up strength, feeding off your terror and suddenly it's there to attack you. Maybe. It's not the pain that causes you to breathe unevenly, begin to panic. It's the final realization that is coming to crash down on you: you are dying...alone.
It's as if you can feel the life slowly slipping further and further away. If your arm was not trapped under the rubble of the once-was warehouse, you would have frantically reached out to grab the life.
The large chunks of ceiling and wall are crushing you, killing you. You're bleeding out, draining of everything you have left. And you wonder why they left you.
Though you do not know exactly what happened to your team after the explosion. But you heard yelling, clearly yelling the belonged to the team. Hannibal calling for you all, B.A. swearing to high heaven and after some time, Murdock's voice was rasping out your name. They had had no luck and suddenly, it got quiet. That was when you knew that your fate had been sealed.
Something kept you from calling out, whatever had lodged onto your chest. You cannot keep your eyes open anymore.
No one was coming back. They had to face it...they had left. There was nothing they could have done. You will become nothing more than a painful memory, and that hurts you more than the rubble crushing your body. So you do all that you can do now; you close your eyes and hold your breath. Make things go faster. Get it over with.
A light suddenly shines down on you. You're laying on your stomach, and as you sense a coming presence, you slowly force your eyes open. There it is, you think, the light everyone talks about. It is coming closer, quickly. You don't feel relieved, instead you feel saddened. Your life is over. You're dying.
"Face!" "Oh my God, no!" "B.A., help me!" "Face, please! Don't do this to us!"
What?
The light suddenly flicks upwards and a familiar face appears. White hair, clear blue eyes. He leaves your sight and you feel something being lifted off your body. A new face appears, a younger one with emerald green eyes and a tearful smile. Murdock cups your cheek as the last of the crushing rubble is removed.
And now you let yourself pass out. You are safe now, you have managed to cheat death. It's a miracle, really. Because your team found you, and now you know...you will not be dying alone. You will be okay.