A/N Okay, I'm SO sorry that I haven't posted... it's just that I lost Microsoft Word, and I've also been having some family troubles... and my dog died. Well, let's not get into that, let's get into the fanfic! :)

Disclaimer: These are NOT my characters.

Warnings: Character death, one... maybe two curse words.

Pairings: Eliot/Team

Prompt: The team kneels around Eliot as he slips away.

#6: Let It Die - Foo Fighters

They'd all thought that he was invincible. He seemed to recover from every injury that he got and he could endure more pain than seemed humanly possible. Even when a million shots were going off and it looked as if impossible to get out alive, Eliot - in the end - stood without a scratch on him. But that was the thing that ultimately killed him. The fact that no one thought that he would die, the fact that everyone of them thought that they could cower behind him and everything would be alright. But all it took was one shot, one perfect shot to his abdomen, that knocked him to the ground and sent the bad guys running away, fearing that someone had heard the shot.

Now, every person on the team kneeled beside him, tears falling, as the life in their beloved hitter was drained, slowly away.

"G-g-guys," Eliot whispered. Everyone turned their heads to see him staring at them. Eliot looked so unusually fragile and out of place, for the hitter.

"Yeah El?" Parker choked out.

"Just... just promise me that you won't fuck things up," Eliot coughed. "when I'm gone."

Everyone nodded, smiling at the logic of the dying man.

Eventually, his breath started coming in short gasps, then stopped all together. His eyes slowly slid shut and his heart stopped. Sophie held the crying Parker in her arms, rocking back and forth, crying tears of her own. Hardison seemed to stumble back. Finding a wall in his path, he slid down it, putting his head in his hands and cried silent tears. Even Nate was crying. That meant a lot.

It was tragic, but they all left that day with their own vow that they would try to keep that promise to Eliot. They would all try and make sure that they did not, under any circumstances fuck things up.