This was a story idea that I got from after watching the episode T.R.A.C.K.S. I was actually watching Skye get shot when my mind supplied me with an image of Fitz getting shot instead. I think my mind wasn't satisfied without hurting poor Leo.

But anyways, this is a Fanfic that takes place during Tracks and goes AU after that. If you want me to continue then leave a review, a favorite, or a follow.

And last of all, if there name is in bold it means it is in their point of view. I'll see you at the bottom, ~Leopardfang

Skye.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

It was supposed to be a routine mission. A recon and retrieve mission, not a combat mission. It wasn't supposed to end up with me standing here, my heart pounding in my chest, my gaze drawn the dark barrel of a handgun.

Quinn smirked and flicked off the safety, and I could do nothing. Nothing but stand there like a deer-in-the-headlights. I could do nothing but stare in complete despair as he pulled back the trigger. I felt the first shot graze my side, jolting my body backward like I was a rag doll. The shot left a deep gouge in my side, that made blood splatter all over the front of my shirt and across the wall behind me.

I moved a trembling hand to my side, staring at the scarlet liquid that gushed through my fingers. But then weight slammed into my uninjured side and I found myself falling. There wasn't far to fall but I landed on my injured side and let out a pain-filled yelp.

A gunshot sounded through the small room, filling the space where I had been moments before. My gaze was automatically drawn to the figure that had pushed me out of the way, that had saved my life. The figure that had been caught in the line of fire, instead of me.

It was Fitz.

His bright blue eyes wide with shock. His pale chapped lips moving in endless whispers I couldn't catch. His short hair plastered to the side of his face from sweat. His hands tightly gripping a night-night gun, a gun that was still smoking from where he had silently shot Quinn.

The night-night gun slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor beside him. But It was only when he brought his pale trembling hands to his chest and they came back coated in a thick scarlet substance did he know the full extent of his injury. Only then when he saw the huge gaping hole in his chest did he start to gasp for breath, breath that was just out of reach. Only when the blood had begun to soak through his shirt completely and drip into a growing puddle on the floor did I catch his words.

"Oh my god"

I was beside him in an instant. I caught him as his knees failed him and he began to fall. I gently lowered him to the ground, sitting beside him. I tasted something salty, only then realizing that I was crying. My hands that were already soaked in my own blood were now coated in his blood as well, blood that was gushing quickly from his chest despite the fact that I was trying my best to stop the strong flow. I looked at his face and did my best to ignore the fact that blood speckled his lips and the fact that his eyes were dull and unfocused.

"Stay with me, Fitz, Stay with me"

He tried to reply, but that only caused blood to bubble out of his mouth. I then did something that I hadn't done for years, something that was full of desperation. Something that I could only hope that my team would hear.

I screamed.

Fitz.

I had seen blood before.

I had seen it stain my hands and splatter against my face. I had seen it darken my clothes and mat my hair. I had known a lot of blood, ever since I was a little kid. Blood had followed me around like a shadow. It had came close to stealing my life away more than once. It had stolen lives of those who were close to me; Stolen away my brother, my mother, my father, so many others.

But the blood was different then I was used to. It smothered me in a thick metallic smell. It ran across my skin in dark scarlet rivulets. It made the world darken and blur. It was my blood. I had seen my blood before, of course, but never this much of it. Never so much that it soaked through my shirt and jacket and puddled onto a huge growing puddle beneath me. Never so much that I feared for my life.

A voice broke into my thoughts, "Stay with me, Fitz, Stay with me"

My eyes roamed upward until they were caught in a sharp hazel gaze. I recognized Skye's eyes. The dark brown that was flecked with bright green was unmistakable. Skye's hair brushed my shoulders, the caramel-colored tips darkening with my blood. Her hands, pale and trembling, were trying their best to stop the gushing flow. I opened my mouth to tell her that everything was going to be alright, but that only caused blood to bubble out of my mouth. I watched her eyes as they hardened with resolve, and then heard the scream that tore from her chest.

The scream was hollow. It was loud and uneven and hollow. It was the scream that was full of worry and concern. It was a scream of the unmistakable loss of a dear friend.

And I was the one dying.

I knew I was dying. I could almost feel my life slipping through my fingers, Slipping farther and father away. A tiny speak of light in the surrounding darkness. A light that was dimming, even as the loud pounding of combat boots sounded against the hard wood floor. The light was almost out now, even as I heard Jemma's startled gasp that was quickly followed by a sweaty hand against my neck. I heard a rushed flurry of orders in a unsteady voice, that sounded very familiar yet that I couldn't place, and the light was almost gone.

Then the light went out, and I knew nothing more.

If I continue this, and that depends on you all, then I should make the chapters longer, and not taking place at the same time.

Also, I hope that you found this story worth your while. Please tell me if you did by leaving a review, follow, or favorite. ~Leopardfang