Warning: Death!

If you are sensitive to this subject, I suggest you don't read this.

There was a sudden screech of tires. Simmons and Charlotte turned just in time to see the SUV skid into the Bus, Coulson then jumped out the passenger and closing the ramp.

"Were you followed?" Jemma asked worried.

"No," Coulson answered, sadness clear in his voice.

Ward and Fitz exited the car next, Ward limping, leaning on Fitz. Charlotte ran past Jemma and jumped at Coulson who caught her and brought her up on his hip so she could put her arms around his neck.

"Where's mommy?" Charlotte asked in the most innocent voice ever, hope flooding her eyes.

Jemma looked at Coulson, same expression glued on, hope. He simply shook his head, tears escaping. Charlotte hugged him closer.

"Mommy says that hugs make life just a little better but makes all the difference by those who you care about," Charlotte explained her action.

Then, out of the corner of her eye Jemma spotted May picking up a limp body from the SUV. She tried her best to hold back the sob coming up her throat, but it just came out louder. She rushed over and stroked the hair out of her loved one's face, something Skye loved. Tears that were brimmed in her eyes now poured over as she saw the dried blood all over her, mostly where the bullet had impacted making a whole in her chest. She let the sobs escape, not bothering to hold them. Ignoring the rest of the world, she carefully picked up the limp girl out of mays arms and gave her a small nod, knowing that's all May needed as a thank you. Jemma pulled Skye close, not wanting to ever let her go, let alone admitting she was gone. She took in her faint smell of daisy's, chocolate, and gunpowder. Jemma knew there was no way to bring her back, the bullet had gone straight through her heart. She sunk to her knees and put her head on Skye's, ignoring the blood, and let it all out. She felt someone pull the back of her shirt, but she couldn't care less. This was her the love of her life, lifeless in her arms. Then she heard a little voice and immediately recognized who it was.

"Mummy?" Charlotte said in a small voice, "can I see mama?"

How was she going to explain this to her baby? Instead she just moved to the side so her back was against the car, Skye in her arms, and Charlotte to her right.

"Hi mommy," Charlotte chocked as Jemma realized that she did comprehend what had happened, "I'm so sorry."

She kept repeating herself crying. Jemma forced her to look at her and asked, "why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong baby."

I didn't hope enough," she cried, "you told me if we hoped enough…she'd…she'd be safe."

"Baby," Jemma said trying to hold her tears back for her daughter. She had to stay strong for her, "somethings we just can't stop, no matter how hard we try."

Charlotte nodded and leaned against her taking in her sent, before looking back to her mom. She grabbed her and started crying all over again.

"Why mum, why did this happen?" Charlotte cried into her mothers' stomach, blood starting to soak into her hair.

"I don't know baby," was all Jemma could say, tears fighting to be released as she stroked Charlottes hair in a comforting manner, "I don't know."

So, whacha think?

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