I'm trying a new story and timeline. Comment any questions or suggestions you have! Based off of Season 2 Episode 15. What would happen if Skye was too late to protect herself and she got shot?
"All agents, converge on that sound!" Agent Calderon yelled, his and Bobbi's track suddenly making a 180 as they turned and ran towards the gunshot.
Skye managed to move the gun away from her, the shot going into the air. She got her fists up, trying to recall the training she had received. She hit the soldier in the face, and he stumbled back, but he countered immediately, throwing the same blow back at Skye. They closed in, locked in hand-to-hand combat. Skye grunted, blocking the tall man's blows, but she succeeded with a few hits of her own. He grabbed her wrists, flinging her to the ground. He swung a foot at her face, but Skye brought her hands up, forcing the foot away, and at the same time she pushed herself off the ground and back into attack mode. She hit him squarely across the face, his head snapping to the side. Then she grabbed his arm, throwing him over her back and onto the hard ground. He only got out a winded bit of air before Skye delivered a final blow. He lay still, and she instantly crawled for the idle gun, scooping it up into her hands. Skye could hear footsteps rapidly approaching, so she tightened her grip on the weapon, her heart pounding. She watched Bobbi and a man break though the forest and into the small bit of clearing between her and them. She saw the man pull out a gun and it was aimed directly for her. The only things her brain could process was that the gun wasn't an icer; it was deadly, and the terrified look on Bobbi's face as she realized the agent's intentions.
"No! Skye!" Bobbi screamed, pain and betrayal in her voice as she reached a futile hand towards Skye.
Agent Calderon already had his finger on the trigger, and he squeezed it, releasing the explosion and the bullet that followed.
Skye dropped the gun she still held in her hand, raising both her hands to stop it, but she was a split second too late. Calderon fired the shot, and it hit Skye in the shoulder. She fell to the ground immediately, a small heap on the cold grass.
"Skye!" Bobbi screamed again, rushing to her side. Anger boiled up inside her at Calderon's stupidity. "I said icers only!" She turned her head and yelled at him, her eyes narrow in rage.
"She's dangerous!" Calderon yelled back as he holstered his weapon. "I did what I thought was right!"
"She wasn't going to shoot you!" Bobbi yelled. "She was just protecting herself!"
Bobbi turned her attention back to Skye who was bleeding out on the ground. Her eyes were half-open, her flesh exposed where the bullet entered, and the grass was quickly flooded with the warmth of her blood. She'd been shot before, but it was a lot worse last time. This caused her agony, but she could tell that she wouldn't die, at least not yet if she didn't bleed out.
"Skye," Bobbi whispered, her face bending over hers. "I'm so sorry. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. We came to talk. I told them no real guns," Bobbi inhaled sharply, taking off her jacket and pressing it into Skye's shoulder. The pressure caused Skye to whimper softly, her face scrunching up in pain. "Skye…"
"It's…okay, Bobbi," Skye gasped. "I know you wouldn't hurt me," she turned her head to the side, her breaths coming in pants, her face paling.
"Simmons," Bobbi said nervously into her comm. "Simmons, please come in!" Her voice raised in desperation. "Fitz?"
"Yes, Bobbi?" Simmons answered a little too sweetly, her voice tight.
"Simmons, Skye's injured. I need a med unit, and get the lab ready for a bullet wound," Bobbi almost yelled. She too was panting now in anxiousness.
"What?!" She could hear the surprise and worry in Simmons' voice. "How did that happen?"
"Calderon," Bobbi growled, her icy stare making its way to Calderon who was standing idly by. "I'll explain when we get back, but we need a med unit now."
"Right, they are on their way," Simmons said. "Hold on, Skye," Bobbi heard her say quietly.
"Med unit is on its way," Bobbi said, looking down at Skye. She was pale, her forehead sweaty, which caused her bangs to stick to her forehead, the beads of sweat acting like an adhesive. She was shaking uncontrollably, her hands stained with her own l blood.
"Bobbi…" Skye faltered, her eyes closing as the pain continued to ravage her body.
"Don't, Skye. Save it for after you're better," Bobbi placed a gentle hand on Skye's temple.
"Bob…" Skye faded out, her eyes closing slowly as her hands dropped to her sides.
"No!" Bobbi yelled frantically. "No, no, no, no, no! Skye!" Bobbi looked at her wound, but the bleeding hadn't stopped. She picked her shoulder off the ground, and strands of slightly clotted blood pulled away from the grass like melted cheese on pizza. The bullet wound was through and through, but the dark red blood had been pouring out of Skye from her back the entire time.
"Damn it," Bobbi cursed angrily. "Simmons, where's that med unit?!" She yelled into her earpiece.
"It's there," she replied.
As soon as Simmons' voice disappeared from her ear, a quinjet appeared above Bobbi and Skye. The wind whipped Bobbi's hair around her face, stinging her eyes, but she didn't care. Skye's life was what mattered. The medical team rushed off the ramp of the quinjet and down to Skye.
"Agent Morse!" The medic yelled over the engines of the jet. "Fill me in!"
"Bullet wound to the shoulder. It went straight through. She just lost consciousness!"
"Let's get her strapped down!" He yelled to the unit who brought a stretcher. They lifted Skye, covered in her own blood, onto the spotless white carrier. The secured her, and immediately got her back onto the quinjet with Bobbi right behind them.
"Let's go!" The medic yelled to the pilot.
Come on, Skye. Stay with me, Bobbi thought. Help has arrived. They'll fix you up.
Bobbi reached a shaking hand out and placed it on Skye's shoulder. Her hands were covered in Skye's blood, but she didn't care as she folded her hands together and rested her elbows on the top of her thighs. She inhaled unsteadily, looking at Skye, her heartbeat wild and frantic.
"God, Skye," she whispered. "This is all my fault."