Peggysous One-Shots

Dead Or Alive

Sup. We're not gonna mention my clearly amazing uploading schedule. Also, this is the 50th chapter, so that's something. AND we're almost at 10 k. How the Kentucky fried fuck did that happen? Thank you so frickin much just for being interested enough to read this crappy Wattpad story, it means more to me than you could even understand. So in honor of all that, here is one of my shittiest one-shots coz it's almost midnight and I have an English assessment tomorrow that I'm gonna fail.

Also it was my birthday recently :)

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"Come in," Colonel Chester Phillips calls in a straight tone. I enter his office, seeing him standing next to his desk, head drooped, brows furrowed. He looks disappointed, lost even. I have never seen him like this before.

"Yes, sir?" I ask, then spotting Gilmore Hodge on the other side of the room. He always hated Daniel, therefore we hated him. I glared at him across the room, wondering why he's so giddy, like he was about to explode with excitement.

"Carter, I have some... unfortunate news." The Colonel frowns. My head buzzes with confusion. Have I done something wrong? I mean besides the obvious, but he already knows about the nature of Daniel and I's relationship. Our careers could be ruined if anyone found out about a supervisor dating a soldier. What if he told Hodge? Why would he do that? What's happening?

"Relax, Agent, This isn't about you," I sigh, realising I wasn't about to be arrested. "It's about Sousa," I sighed too fucking soon.

"What- What about him?" He had told me this morning that he was going on a small mission with Hodge and a few other men. In and out. Gil was back, clearly, but Daniel hadn't come to announce his arrival.

"I don't know how to say this-"

"Sousa's dead!" Hodge yells, a half restrained smile across his face. Philips glares daggers into him, but I could focus on that.

What? My boy... My love... My dearest... was dead?

"No-No he can't be!" I yell, tears burning behind my eyes. "...how?" I ask in a quiet, shaky breath

"Drowned in the river we had to cross, shot before that maybe!" He smiled, trying to shrink it, falling atrociously.

"Why didn't you help him?" I hiss, still quiet, but my anger building up in my chest. I step in his direction, only for Philips to stand in between us.

"The enemy started firing, I got myself, your lover boy wanted to stay and help his men-" That bastard started in a happy tune.

"He died a hero," The colonel interrupted, putting a hand out to Hodge, signalling him to be quiet "I'm sorry, Carter, I know how much he meant to you," He said with a sigh.

I couldn't hear anyone. They were all an echo in my brain. Daniel was gone. And I wasn't there to help him.

"Agent, are you alright?" Philips asked in a careful voice.

"I-I have so much work to do," I almost whisper as I run out of the room. I wipe tears as they fall onto my jaw. He can't be gone. I can't lose him.

I need to hear his voice one more time. I can't possibly live without him. I'm alone. Completely alone.

I run across camp to our shared tent, the thought that I don't share it anymore is enough to send sobs shaking through my body.

With a quivering voice, I sob his name like he can still hear me. I hate Hodge for letting him die. I hate Philips for sending him on that damn mission. I hate myself for letting him slip away.

He didn't deserve what he got. Hasn't he been through enough? Now death?!?

I lay there for hours on end, my sobs never fading. My thoughts never shifted. My tears never ran out.

My body shook with ferocity as the sun fell low in the sky. Cutting through the sound of my sobs, I hear a knock at my door.

"Carter? Can I come in?" I hear Philips' deep voice call. I can't stop my tears to muster a response. I hear the door creak open and the presence of the general waft in.

"W-What do you w-want," I try, my voice barely above a whisper and cracking as much as a twig under a horse's hoof.

"Your fellow troops and I are going to raise a glass to Sousa's life. I want you to come," He said in a low voice, stepping closer.

"I...I can't," I whisper. I shake my head, my heart sinking. "I can't accept that he's gone," I say, barely getting the words out anymore.

"I've seen a lot of deaths in my career, Carter. I've seen some of my closest friends shot next to me. Have I gotten over their deaths? Not necessarily, but I was able to accept them, and it wasn't staying locked in my room for days with no end and refusing to face it. This will help, Peggy. Trust me," He says, his low voice floating through the air and into my head. His careful, yet caring look gazes over me. Danny would have wanted this.

"Fine. I'll come," I whisper, wiping my eyes. "Fine,"

"Good. Come, I'll get you a drink," He says, waiting at the other side of the door.

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We arrive at the fire, its flame licking up into the darkness of the night. Everyone was there, sombre looks upon their faces. Though not everyone here had even had a conversation with Daniel, they were all still mourning his death. He had that effect on people. Philips hands me a bottle and I immediately take a sip, letting the liquid burn down my throat. I find no problem drowning my sorrows in alcohol, so I make that my plan for the night. Maybe the rest of my life, we'll see.

Hours pass, my heart still heavy in my chest. Daniel hadn't left my mind like I had hoped he would. The thought of his body sinking in the empty river. Yep, I'm still far from how drunk I want to be. I'm talking with a few troops around the fire to hide from the cool air.

They are drunk out of their minds, and I have to force a laugh out of myself every now and again, though my heart is still slowly deflating. Suddenly, the whole group silences. All that remains is the crackle of the fire. Their eyes are glued to something behind me, so I turn my head, pushing my hair out of my eyes to be met with someone who made my broken heart stop beating.

Daniel stood there, his drenched clothes hanging off him, droplets dripping down his muscular frame. His soaked hair stuck to his face, yet he was still smiling.

"You started drinks without me?" He smiled despite shivering slightly. Tears start to form in my eyes once more. I gasp for air, trying to find words, trying to form thoughts.

"Daniel-" I say, being cut off by my own sob. My discarded bottle falls to the floor as I jump up, running towards my man. I run into him, catching his soaking body in my arms. His arms wrap around my waist, lifting me up a bit. He must have picked up on the fact that the men were either too drunk to care or asleep. I slowly spin around, gripping to the man as he latches onto me.

"Daniel... You made me think you were dead! I...I thought I lost you," I cried into his already soaked neck as his hand travelled up and down my back.

"Blame fucking Gilmore Hodge for that. That asshat tried to drown me!" He sighed. Anger rose in my chest, but I found it hard to be angry when all I had ever wanted was in my arms. He was back.

"Lucky you're back. If you weren't here to hold me back I'd take him down to that river myself," I say, my grip not faltering.

"Might do that myself," He growls.

"No. No, I'm not letting you do that. I'm not risking losing you again,"

"Aye Aye, Agent,"