So this is the last chapter.
Recap: Skye's chopper exploded with her in it and everyone witnessed it.
Chapter Six:
Two days later, Phil, Jemma, Leo, Melinda and Grant, along with many other SHIELD agents, were sitting the middle of a graveyard late at night.
Beside Melinda, Phil dabbed his eyes with a tissue and while he wasn't looking at her, Melinda tried to blink back a few tears. But Phil didn't say anything if he saw one or two escape.
The handful of attendees watched in silence as the empty coffin was sealed, only a large portrait of her was inside, and lowered into the earth.
Jemma blew her nose, clutching a crinkled photo to her chest. The one from Skye's van, the whole team grinning like idiots (they even got Melinda to). Leo was beside her with his arm around her shoulders just in case she wanted to cry into his shirt again.
Nearby, the tears flowed freely down Grant's sullen face. Jemma leaned over and offered him a tissue from her box. He took one.
A popping sound echoed over the cemetery as fireworks sparkled in the sky. Gazing up at the fizzing, flickering lights were the thousands of civilians standing up vigil beyond the cemetery gates in honor of the woman who saved the city. Each one of them with an unlit firework in their hands, only because,
Skye loved fireworks.
And that's the end of Fireworks.
I would love to thank all of you who've read, followed, favorite and reviewed this story! I have many more stories up my sleeve so I will be back!
~MysteryGal5