A/N: Whew, it's been quite a journey with this fic! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, favourited, and followed. I hope you all enjoy the last chapter =).

Everything was happening so fast. Skye's brain was struggling to process all the events. She had heard a gunshot as she had dove to the ground, bringing the night-night gun with her. Then another shot had sounded accompanied by an anguished scream - Leo's anguished scream. Her heart had dropped and tears had filled her eyes. It was at that moment that she realized what she should have known all along: she was in love with Leo. And it might be too late to tell him.

Amidst the confusion, Skye managed to force herself to get control and grab the night-night gun which was only inches in front of her. Then, gun in hand, she stood and in one smooth motion and pointed the barrel at where she had last seen Ryder.

He wasn't there.

His back was to her, but he was pointing a gun at Sam, who had somehow lost his weapon and was slowly backing up, his fear evident on his face.

"You betrayed me," Ryder hissed, the words just barely discernable through the adrenaline pumping through Skye's veins. In the corner of her eyes, she could just make out Leo's body lying on the ground in a pool of red blood. She forced herself not to think about that.

"After all I did for you, you abandon me at the end."

"You were going to kill her," Sam begged, his words coming out almost as sobs. "I couldn't let you kill her."

"You should have."

"I beg to differ," Skye broke in and aimed the night-night gun, shooting Ryder before he was able to turn all the way to see her. He dropped immediately, the sedative taking effect instantaneously.

"Is he dead?" Sam asked her quietly, still looking terrified. Skye realized that she was pointing her gun at him now and quickly lowered it. Sam wasn't a threat. Not anymore.

"No," she answered curtly, rushing to Leo's side. "Just incapacitated him. And I don't know what you did to save my life, but thanks." She knelt down next to Leo, ignoring the blood soaking into the fabric of her pants.

Please don't be dead. Please please please.

Skye checked over his body, trying to find the source of the warm blood. He was still breathing, so not dead. It was only slightly comforting. Until she found and wrapped the wound, Leo wasn't out of danger.

Finally, she sighed with relief as she saw that the bullet wound was in his arm and, though it was bleeding profusely, it wasn't a life-threatening wound. Immediately, she ripped his sleeve all the way open and fashioned a makeshift tourniquet out of the fabric, bandaging the wound as best she could without more materials.

"I pushed him. Before he could shoot." Sam's voice startled Skye; she had forgotten that he was there. "Please don't send me to jail."

Her heart went out to the young man. He was clearly manipulated and terrified and thus not responsible for his actions, but that still didn't make his situation easy. "I think I can work something out," she muttered as she retrieved Leo's phone from his pocket (Ryder had thrown hers away when he had kidnapped her) and dialed Coulson's private number.

He picked up immediately. "Skye?"
"Found the weapons and took out Ryder, but Leo's been shot," she said, her voice still sounding rough from the tears that she had nearly shed. "Nothing life-threatening, but we need backup."

"Where are you?" Coulson didn't waste time asking pointless questions and Skye appreciated it.

"The engineering school," she replied, then proceeded to give him a detailed account of how to find their precise position.

"We'll be there soon," Coulson promised, the phone connection unable to hide the concern in his voice. The line then disconnected.

"Skye?" Leo's voice weakly called her name, his eyes fluttering open. "What happened?"

"You were shot," she responded, tears filling her eyes, this time because she was so happy that he had woken up. "And then you passed out."

"You're not hurt?" His uninjured arm reached out and took her hand, even the slight movement making him wince. "I thought you were dead."

Skye sniffed and clutched his hand. "Well, I thought you were dead, so I guess we're even?"

"Let's not make a habit of this," he chuckled weakly. "And Skye? I love you."

His declaration surprised Skye - it had come out of the blue, but it echoed her sentiments perfectly. "I love you too, Leo," she whispered.

…

Backup came shortly.

Coulson quickly ordered Simmons to tend Fitz's wound and Ward to cuff and carry the unconscious Ryder off to be imprisoned. Other agents that Skye didn't recognize started grabbing boxes of weapons and lugging them out of the room.

"Are you okay?" Coulson asked, taking her arm and leading her away from Leo so that Simmons could have room to work without being disturbed.

"Yeah. Fine. Glad that's over."

"We all are," Coulson agreed. "It'll be good to have you and Leo back on the team."

"It'll be good to be back," Skye agreed automatically, but she started fingering her wedding band and wondered if she really was happy to see the end of the mission.

…

"Welcome back." Skye leaned forward over Leo's hospital bed in the Bus's lab. "I was beginning to think that you were going to sleep forever."

Leo scowled at her, but then broke into a smile. "We did it, right? Ryder's gone?"

Skye smiled back, only slightly sadly. "Yeah, it's all over now."

Immediately, Leo's expression morphed into sadness. "Oh, right."

Ducking her head, Skye mumbled, "I think I'm going to miss being Mrs. Smith." It was hard for her to admit, even after her admission to Leo that morning.

"I won't."

Startled, Skye met his eyes, seeing a confidence in Leo's eyes that she didn't usually see. "What?" she demanded, the hurt setting in.

"I don't want you to be Skye Smith. I think Skye Fitz has a much better ring to it."

Skye gaped at him. "What?" That was the only word she seemed to be able to say.

"Not right now," Fitz hastily reassured her. "But one day. Maybe. If you want, I mean."

"Maybe." Skye leaned over and pressed her lips to his, unsure about what the future would bring, but knowing that right now, all that mattered was that she and Leo were alive, in love, and happy.

Leo deepened the kiss and pulled her on top of him so they were both on the small bed. She giggled without breaking the contact, relishing in the feel of his lips on hers.

Make that alive, in love, and deliriously happy.

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~Caitlin51