Chapter Five:
"Skye?!" Jemma yelled through the phone. "Skye?!"
"Oh my god..." Phil muttered running his forehead. "Call her back."
Leo quickly dialled her number again but nothing was on the other end. Not even her voicemail. Just nothing.
"There's no response." Leo told them. "Is she -"
"No!" Jemma exclaimed. "Shut up, Fitz! Just shut up!"
"Jemma..." Leo muttered as the scientist continued to cry. She placed her face in her hands and just sat on the rooftop. He looked out to the distance. "Skye's not gone yet. Her chopper is still there. Coulson, what do we do?"
Phil took a breath. "We wait..."
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Skye blinked away the tears and gazed out looking in both ways. Straight ahead was the city where she knew Jemma was crying her eyes out, Fitz was probably soothing Jemma and Phil was possibly just standing there thinking of all the memories they shared. Then back across the bay where Alcatraz shrunk towards the horizon, stood Melinda and Grant who have no idea of her sacrifice. Though she knew it was impossible to see from where she stood, she could see both of them gazing back.
The gun dangled in her grip. Through the bay doors, the sunset bathed in gold. It's warm lights reminded her of Grant's hugs as the rays hit her face.
Behind her, the pilot lied prone, broken.
"You're afraid!" He hissed at her. "You're afraid! Just like you were when you had a gun pointed at Ian Quinn!"
Skye exhaled. She ignored every word that pilot had to say. Was she afraid? Yes, she was but not of her death. She was afraid of losing all her friends who quickly became her family (or boyfriend) when she had none. Phil and Melinda were like her mom and dad. Then Leo and Jemma were like the nerdy brother and sister.
If she wanted one last thought in her head, she thought back to the Fourth of July which seemed like a lifetime ago. That first night she spent in Grant Ward's arms.
She smirked.
"Hey!" She called getting the pilots attention. She had to kick his crippled body to make sure that they were seeing eye-to-eye. "Know what my favorite part of the holidays are?"
The pilot was just shooting death glares at her with his eyes.
"Not the feast, family time, presents or drinks." She continued. "Not even the kisses. Do you want to guess?"
Instead of a respond, she still got the same expression from him.
"The fireworks."
She aimed her gun at the tanks and didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.
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Thousands of feet below, Jemma dug her head into Leo's shoulder not willing to witness this. Phil lowered his head looking at the building rooftop. But Leo saw it all. He watched the helicopter explode with Skye in it. He witnessed as the helicopter turned into sparks but eventually disappeared into a black cloud of smoke and flame.
"Skye!" Leo screamed out into the sky even though they all knew that she couldn't hear him any longer.
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Across the bay, Melinda paused at the sound of the detonation. She looked out across the water and saw the debris falling from the sky. Her expression changed from stone cold to extremely shocked in seconds.
"Oh god..." She muttered.
Staggering across the helipad, Grant stopped. He sunk to his knees. He stayed there unable to look away from the site. The wind has already begun wiping the smoke away. His throat clenched up as his anger built. He balled his fists just wanting to scream as loud as he can - but nothing came out.
Melinda knew this. The stages of grief. One, denial. She saw that on Grant's face when the chopper blew. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Two, anger. That was when his anger built up and he balled his fists. She knew just to let him be alone where he was and not try to comfort him since he was grieving.
They were all grieving.
Well, depressing.
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