I thought about this while I suffered from the post-finale blues and Skitz feelings. Both of my babies have been hurt this season, and it stinks! I love Leo and Skye a ton, which you've probably already guessed, and ship the heck out of them. They don't get enough attention, and I used to think I was alone, until Catlin51 posted Just the Girl, which was one of the best things ever. It would make me a very happy fangirl if they got together, and trust me, I have thought of all the scenarios that would make it happen.

This is going to be a 2-shot, unless something bad happens again, and then I'll write more. It's going to revolve around each is afraid of horrible things that may or may not have happened to other team members happening to the other because they care so much about them.

Part 1-Princess

The howling winds buffet his body and threaten to suck him out of the hole in the side of the plane. He's thankful he's strapped to the nearby column. Simmons is beside him, the 084 cradled in her arms. Hopefully, May can land the Bus soon and this whole kerfuffle will be sorted out. He turns his head, and it feels like his heart stops.

Skye's trying to crawl across the floor toward them, trying to hang onto the leg of the bolted down table. The hacker's big brown eyes are filled with fear, and the chilling gaze is only broken whenever her hair whips over her eyes. She'd beautiful even when she's scared. Then he sees her struggling more to keep her grip, but she's losing strength. "Grab my hand!" he shouts over the wind, reaching out toward her.

Her fingers are wrenched from their death grip on the table by the winds. Her scream can be hear loud and clear as Skye is sucked toward the opening. Her hand is outstretched as she flies by. He shouts her name, lunging as far out as he can, hoping to catch her hand.

His fingers slam into glass.

He looks about him wildly. Now he's in the lab, and the doors are locked whne he tries to get them open. On the ground beside him, Simmons is lying unconscious. But out of the doors, he can see another girl with dark brown hair that's caught in the wind again standing on the edge of the cargo ramp. Terror boils in his stomach when he turns and he sees who it is. He already knows who it is even before though. It stopped being Simmons a while ago.

"SKYE!" he screams, banging on the glass. "DON'T DO THIS, SKYE!"

Skye's face is red and puffy. Tears are running down her cheeks in torrents. She can't die. She just can't. He won't let it happen

"SKYE THE CURE WORKS!" he cries, his own tears running down his cheeks. "IT WORKS, SKYE! YOU CAN BE SAVED! SKYE, PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME. DON'T JUMP, SKYE!"

She can't hear him though. Her face is blurred by his tears, but he catches "I'm sorry" in something she's trying to say before the wind claims her and gives her over to gravity,

"NOOOOOOOOO" The lab doors are finally forced open, but the door at the top of the stairs is blocked off. All of the parachutes are gone. He can't think of anything to do except look with salty eyes at the open horizon in front of him. There's a blue flash in the sky before everything goes dark and he finds himself standing next to her by SHIELD vehicles on one side of a bridge.

Mike Peterson is coming back toward them, holding his son. Under the lamplight, the 'negotiators' have drugged Coulson and are dragging him off somewhere. Skye sees this too, and steps forward. "Mike?" she asks quietly "What's going on?"

The man whose life they had saved on their first mission looks sadly at them. "They didn't want me. Never did. I'm sorry, but I-"

"No" Skye breaks into a run toward where Mike came from. "AC!"

"Skye!" Simmons shouts in unison with him.

"Skye, come back here now!" May orders, but Skye just keeps on running "COULSON," she screams "COUL-"

She never gets to finish her sentence. Her words are cut off by the sudden explosion that consumes her body with the bridge.

"Skye!"

His strangled cry of her name can't save her. Everyone around him stand still, transfixed in horror at the flames. He tries to run forward, but his legs have other plans and send him tumbling to the ground. It doesn't matter though, since he just curls up, buries his head in his hands and sobs his eyes out. The darkness is private and makes him feel cold inside, until light peeks through the cracks in his hands.

Removing them from his face, he realizes that he's now standing up. The rest of the team, minus Coulson and Skye, are lined up on either side of him. They're in the creepy ghost-town, the one where they found Coulson. It's incredibly hot with the sun beating down on him. What he wouldn't give for a nice cold drink right now….

Suddenly, Skye comes running out from behind one of the abandoned houses, two Centipede soldiers hot on her tail and gaining fast. When he tries to move forward to shoot his Night-Night Gun, he can't move. He gives a screech of horror when one of them grabs her. His eyes meet hers for a second before the brute snaps her neck and the light inside of them goes out.

Everything begins to darken again, and the rest of the team fades away against the dark, dank walls of a cellar. Still frozen, he hears a pop and turns forward. A chill runs down his spine when he sees Skye standing in front of Ian Quinn, a surprised expression on her face as she stares at the blood on her hands coming from the hole in her chest. He can't do anything but watch in horror and swear and scream as Quinn pulls the girl he loves close. Tears come to his eyes when he hears the muffled second shot and Skye's face contorts in pain.

It's only after she's dragged herself over to the door that he's finally able to move. He wants to vomit right now. There's so much blood, too much actually. Skye's incredibly pale, and it scares him. He looks over to the corner where the hyperbaric chamber should be, but there's none. Swallowing the bile that's creeping up his throat and wiping his eyes, he moves down next to her.

"Skye," he says shakily as he cradles her in his arms. The blood's going to run on his clothes, but what are they when a teammate who's changed your life is losing hers. "C'mon Skye."

Her eyes flutter open weakly, and a small smile comes to her face. "Hey"

God, her voice is barely there, but she still trys. "Is every-" She stops, and both of them whimper as the blood paints her lips.

"Shhh," he soothes "Please don't talk, Skye. Save your strength. The team will be here soon. Just stay with me, beautiful. Stay with me, and soon the team will be here and you'll be safe and sound, Skye."

"You…called…beautiful." Her eyelids are drooping, and panic rises in his chest. "Never…been…before."

"No, Skye," His voices goes up a little as he continues to fight the urge to panic. ""You've got to stay with me. The team needs you. I need you. I really need you cause I'm in…I love you Skye."

There it is. No more cover-ups. No more hiding his love for her now that it's out there."

"You…love….me" Tears pool in her eyes and she smiles. Even if she's slowly bleeding out, Skye still has the most radiant smile he's ever seen. "True?"

"Yes, yes, Skye, I do." he says, brushing her hair aside so he can see her better. "I love you."

"I love you…Leo." Her voice catches at the end.

Leo. She's never called him by his first name until now. Even with the tragic events unfolding in front of him, Leo can't help but think of what life could be like for them if-no when she survives. He's been seeing it since the first day he laid eyes on her and fell in love with her, but the once blurry images have now become clear scenes of happiness with her at his side. A ring, a wedding, a house in the suburbs after SHIELD. Maybe even a kid, a little angel with her eyes. "You called me Leo." is all he can say though.

"Your…name." she whispers hoarsely as her eyelids begin to close. "I…love….you….Leo…Fitz…."

Her eyes are close. Skye is suddenly limp and cold. Lighter too, as though her soul had weight. A sob emerges from his hanging jaw. "Skye? Skye? SKYE?"


Leo's eyes snap open. He'd fallen asleep on the floor next the chamber holding Skye. For a moment he panics, but then remembers that they're flying to a hospital so she can be saved. So she can live. If she doesn't, he'll never be able to forgive himself.

The cold sweat clinging to his body makes him shudder. Ever since Peru, Leo had been haunted by terrible dreams of Skye getting hurt or taking the place of someone who'd almost died, except she actually would. It scares him to think that he could have lost the girl he loves on numerous occasions. Now, it's actually a possibility, but he's not willing to let himself believe it. Skye is a fighter. She always had been, and nothing's ever going to change that.

He sighed as he stared through the glass at her bloody figure. It was like looking at a modern-day Snow-White (Hey, they even had the D.W.A.R.V.E.S.), but under much worse circumstances. In Leo's eyes, Skye was a princess, but she shouldn't be this one. Snow White and Skye are total opposites, except for both being locked in a possibly eternal sleep. But a kiss of true love woke up the former. If only it was that simple for Skye.

"She's more of a Cinderella," Leo thinks to himself "Rags to riches. Rising Tide to SHIELD. Never losing hope."

Mulan. Brave and fierce. Fighting for family. Skye was a part of their family, and she'd risked her life to save her father figure.

Merida. Wanting only to make her choices on her own. Skye didn't want to follow protocol. If had saved his and Ward's lives.

Belle. Always looking for and finding something good inside no matter how horrible things were on the surface. That was what really made Skye special.

She could be any princess out there, but she shouldn't be Snow White. (Okay, and maybe not Aurora either)

Leo sighs again and rests his hand against the glass that separated him from Skye. The doctors at the hospital can save her. They have too. A tear rolls down his cheek, one of many in the last few hours, and he takes a shaky breath. "Skye, you've gotta hang on," Leo whispers to the glass.

"Before you came, I didn't believe this team would last. We were too jagged, too closed off from each other. No one really had anything in common. But then you hacked into SHIELD and came into our lives. It made me realize that we weren't jagged, just missing the piece of the puzzle that connected us all. You were that piece, Skye, and you linked us yogether. You made this team the way it is today."

"I've fallen in love with you, Skye. I doubt you can hear me, but I'm just going to say this anyway. You are this amazing, smart, beautiful, wonderful, brave woman and I love everything about you. You are just this little spark of light that's bursting with curiosity, and it makes me smile every time you visit me and Simmons in the lab."

"Ever since Peru, when I knew I loved you, I….I have these nightmares. Every time, it's always you getting hurt instead of the person it actually happened to you. It's not Ward that gets sucked out of the plane, or Simmons who jumps, and it's not Mike Peterson who goes after Coulson before the bridge blows up. It's always you in those nightmares, and it scares me because I see how easily I can lose you. But the one thing that always made me feel better has been seeing you up every morning while complaining about training and then I always knew you were safe.

His tears are falling onto the glass now. Leo can feel his voice breaking when he opens his mouth again.

"If I could go back in time," he chokes, "I would have gone in there with you, and taken those bullets for you….so that you could live. But I can't do that, no matter how much I wish for the TARDIS to appear. I will, though, do anything and everything I can to help you. You mean too much to me, to all of us. So please don't die, Skye. I want you to actually be able to hear me tell you I love you. Keep on fighting, princess. Keep hanging on, because help's coming soon."

He continues to stand there staring at the chamber even as they land, even the doctors and Coulson and Simmons whisk her away to surgery. Leo just keeps standing there, tears making small puddles on the ground, until Ward finds him and guides him to the waiting room.


Skye is in darkness. Her thoughts are scrambled and everything hurts so much. She can't speak or even scream. She's trapped and feels herself losing hope. All she wants to do is let go. Then she hears a word, spoken in a Scottish accent, which penetrates through the darkness and renews her hope.

Princess.

Hope I didn't make you cry to hard. Geez I need to stop listening to sad songs while I write this stuff. I just had to put in safe and sound because of it. [rolls eyes and shakes fist]

Next up is going to be Skye's POV post-finale. I'll give you all a few days to dry your eyes if you cried before I pull a Regina and try to tear out your heart.