So this is my first fanfiction. RootxShaw are definitely my favorite ship. Really excited for this story, will reach a M rating by chapter 3. Also, some constructive criticism would be great. Hope you enjoy!

Shaw is standing over Roots grave. The numbers carved into the stone have already engraved themselves into her memory, 050313.

One feeling that has always made sense to Shaw was pain, a good soldier is prepared for pain. Sometimes she even welcomed it over the numbness she so often felt, but the memories that are playing over and over through her mind almost made her crave the numb, empty feeling. Almost. The memories keep flashing through her mind- her smile, her smirk, those beautiful brown eyes that never failed to see right through Shaws hard facade- laying her bare to Root, but most of all her last words to Shaw given via the Machine.

She closed her eyes remembering each word, "If you were a shape, you were a straight line. An arrow." Shaw felt her eyes begin to sting and chest ache, just like before, the first time she heard Root's message to her. She wiped roughly at her eyes, looking up to the sky, before staring back at Roots grave, "Root" Her voice began barely above a whisper, "I'm sorr-" She began to say, but was interrupted, "Hey, sweetie"

Shaw spun around her eyes wide, landing on the one person she longed to see most. All she could seem to do was stare at Root, at a loss for words she opened and closed her mouth then opened it again finally able to choke out "Root.." Roots smirk faltered slightly when she noticed the tears in Shaws eyes, "Did you miss me?" Root said weakly, trying to sound like her playful self.

Shaw didn't notice she was walking towards her until she was inches away from Root. She raised her hand to brush tentatively over Roots cheek before quickly taking 2 big steps backward, "What is this?" asked Shaw feeling for the four inch scar behind her ear, "No.. no, you're not here.. you can't be. He saw you laying there. Lionel. He- he saw you cold an-and pale this can't be real". Root stepped forward slowly reaching for Shaw, "Sameen.. It's me, let's get to the safe house, I'll explain everything there, it isn't safe to be out here She said they would be coming soon" Shaw looked like she hadn't heard a word Root said.

"Please.." Root asks, Shaws eyes snapped up to meet Roots before nodding slowly, but it was too late the sound of screeching tires and guns cocking fell upon their ears. "Run!" Root says tugging Shaws arm. Root pulled her two pistols from the back of her waistband, firing six shots kneecaping the agents running towards them. The two kept moving quickly knowing there would be more agents arriving very soon. Shaw admired Roots shooting skills but, still not sure if this is a simulation, decides the best option is to keep quiet.

Root pulls them out onto a busy street to help them blend in, while still managing to avoid all cameras. After about fifteen minutes of following the shadow map they finally arrive at the safe house. Root closes the door behind them leaning against it, not sure what to say or how to explain. She feels terrible for the pain she's caused the smaller woman, who was staring at the floor in front of her, but she knows it was necessary to save everyone- especially her, the woman she loved, but she wasn't so sure Shaw would see it that way.