"Yeah. You're more than that Jemma. I just never had the courage to tell you. So please, let me show you."
"No. No. No."
"It's okay." He smiled. He slammed his and on the button.
"No!"
I shot up, sweat dripping down my forehead. I silently cried clutching on the the photo of him and I. He's been gone for a week. I checked the time; 6:00. I walked into Skye's room and took her gun and walked out.
"Simmons?" He asked. "You're the last person I expected to see."
"He's dead."
"I never intended for that to happen. I told Skye..."
"He's dead, Ward!" I screamed. I took out the gun.
"Simmons don't." He said, backing away.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't." I hissed.
"Please." He begged. I couldn't do it, as much as I wanted. I couldn't. I dropped the gun and walked to the panel. I opened the forcefield, stepped in and shut it.
"Simmons, what are you doing?"
"You killed him!" I screamed. I punched him. Again, again and again.
Skye's POV:
"Has anyone seen my gun?" I asked. May walked in.
"Where's Simmons?"
"I don't know." Trip said.
"This can't be good." Coulson said. "Bobbi, check the CCTV cameras." He ordered. I checked the footage.
"Oh god. Sir, she's in the basement." We ran down to the basement to see her punching Ward. And Ward fighting back. Coulson opened the forcefield and I ran in. I grabbed her arms and dragged her out.
Simmons' POV:
Skye hugged me tight. My face was bruised and I was pretty sure he broke my wrist.
"Simmons, you could've died." She said.
"I know. I wanted to kill him." She sobbed.
"Simmons. I know this is hard for you. It's hard for all of us. He was your best friend..." Coulson said, placing his hand on my shoulder.
"He was more than that." I interrupted.
"But you need to let him go. We all do. Leo would want us to do that. Okay?"
"Okay."
