A/N: Dear Reader, I'm happy to inform you that I'm back! Here's the other story that I promised I would post shortly, I'm really excited for this one.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Tintin and company, it belongs to Mouslinsart. I only own my OCs and the story.

*SIGH* Getting that out of the way, I hope you enjoy my newest fanfiction. It has our all time favorite one eyed, Estonian character, Skut! *runs around the house screaming* I was a little disappointed that there were very few Skut fanfictions out there so I decided to make my own. My gosh... I don't know what I'm doing anymore... I just can't... the feels... Ugh!

Anywho, dear reader, get your tissues ready for this fiction... (Brace yourself...)

Chapter 1: Hit Without Warning

"Hey Skut! Wait up!" A young dark haired man cried out from behind. With a smile Skut, the Estonian pilot, turned to see his friend trotting toward him.

"Oh, Charlie, how nice to see you." Skut replied merrily as he clapped his co-pilot partner on the shoulder.

Charlie's features lit up. He was lanky, in his early thirty's with light brown hair and brown eyes. They both had on a matching blue button up shirt with a black tie and slacks, a requirement made by their boss who was very picky about how they looked.

"Are you ready to go?" Charlie asked, adjusting his pilot's cap.

They stood in the takeoff lane of a small airport near Brussels. The lane was empty and everything was quiet except for the last minute workers placing their planes in the garages.

Skut waved his cap in front of his face to ward off the pestering flies. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair before placing his cap back on. "Sure. I can't wait for you to meet my friends at Marlinspike."

Charlie snorted, "I hope they like company."

"Don't worry; they'll love you, Chang and Tintin especially. They like meeting other people; I've been telling them all about you."

Charlie laughed, "I'm sure you have."

Skut's face showed surprise before he cursed under his breath. "Fiddlesticks…"

"What is it?"

"I left my wallet on the plane." Skut stated glancing back at the garage where his plane was parked, it was right across the runway but not too far. Still... he didn't feel like walking back.

They both got a mischievous glint in their eyes before they said at the same time. "Let's flip on it!"

Charlie took out a small coin from his pants pocket and placed it on his thumb. He flipped it up into the air as Skut called out, "Heads!"

The coin landed on the ground with a ding and the pair leaned closer for a look.

Skut shrugged, "Your head gazes at me with shame, but I'll get you next time you sly dog." He stated sarcastically as he poked Charlie in the chest.

Charlie laughed and pushed his hand away, "Get on with it then! I'll wait right here till you come back." He placed his hands in his pockets, swaying impatiently on his heels.

Skut nodded his head and departed with a smile. Looking left and right, he saw that no one was approaching and started to cross.

As he marched across, he heard Charlie say something and cocked his head to listen but, the sound was obstructed by the howling motors and fragments of the words were carried away by the wind. "Skut- ind- ou!"

"What?" Skut called back, cupping his hands over his mouth to yell over the loud motors of planes in the garage.

"SKUT! WATCH OUT!"

Skut didn't have time to think as he heard the screeching of tires and felt himself being thrown into the air. He hit the ground with a reassuring crack before his vision went dark.

He awoke a while later, hearing Charlie speaking franticly. "Come on Skut! Wake up!"

He felt Charlie's hand patting his cheek and detected tears in his voice, "Come on, Skut, please open that eye. COME ON!"

With most of his strength, Skut managed to open his eye to a slit. He groaned softly, seeing Charlie's wide eyed face.

"Skut! That's a good man! Come back."

He tried to lift his head, but found he couldn't move his neck, his arms, legs, anything. Pain hit him hard, it came to him in waves and it made his head spin. He was lying in his friend's lap, Charlie supporting his shoulders and head with his arm, the other hand cupping Skut's face.

"W-What happened?" He managed to croak out, an iron taste on his tongue.

"Don't worry about that, just keep breathing. One of the boys went to call an ambulance."

"Is-Is it bad?"

Charlie forced a small smile, "You'll be fine… just… you hang on till the ambulance gets here."

Skut whimpered as he placed his hand on his chest. Skut felt warm liquid streaming between his fingers. He strained his eye to see his shirt stained scarlet with blood; his blood.

"Hurts…" He managed to murmur as Charlie tried to stop the bleeding with his black jacket, but it was no use, the scarlet color spread over the cloth quickly, leaving the jacket soaked in moments. Skut tried to take in a breath but, stopped short when he felt a broken rib send pins and needles everywhere.

He heard a soft sound in the distance, a siren.

"Thank God. The ambulance is finally here. You're going to be alright, you hear me? "

"Stupid coin toss…" Skut said in almost a whisper, before he passed out.

*Sniff, Sniff* I am truly sorry if I broke your hearts... (And left you in painful suspense) Please , post reviews of your thoughts/ opinions/ or theories of what will happen next! Cheerio! 3