WRITER'S NOTE: How crazy was the season finale?! It was absolutely perfect the way they dealt with Fitzsimmons and the gang fighting to save them and May kicking Ward's ass and FURY AND COULSON- I'm gonna stop before I explode. Sorry for the wait!

Fitz awoke, finding it hard to breath straight away. He was panting, frantically searching for a large breath of air but it was only coming in short sips. They were running out of oxygen.

Shifting his head, he looked down at Jemma who had fallen asleep with her head against his chest. She was breathing, but she was finding it just as difficult to breath as Fitz.

He began to panic. Why couldn't his body just stay asleep? He wouldn't have minded it happening while he rested, Simmons in his arms.

His heart thudded against his chest as he panicked more and more which meant more oxygen being used and he wanted to slap himself, to save the oxygen for Jemma but he couldn't stop panicking. Closing his eyes, he imagined Jemma back in the base when he exploded in the kitchen. She stayed beside him, hand on his shoulder and even when he shoved her hand away she continued to calm him, because she knew what he was like and she knew how to relax him. He focused on that.

That definitely sorted him out. His breathing went back to normal, almost matching Simmons' short breaths. He didn't even notice the sound of water.

Water.

Fitz's heart dropped and his head turned to the door. It was giving in. Water gushed through the seams around the glass and it was coming through fast. This wasn't happening.

Fitz sat up, wondering what the hell to do. Nothing could be done.

"Jemma!" He yelled, trying to shake her. Nothing. He continued to frantically shake her as he watched the water pour all over them, quickly filling up the pod. "Jemma, wake up!"

She wasn't waking. Water was splashing in her face and she wasn't bloody waking up.

No. Fitz pulled her up by her waist and shook her some more. Nothing.

He checked her breathing and her pulse. Barely anything.

"Jemma, no!" He screamed, shaking and shaking until the water crept up to their knees. He pushed her hair out of her face and glared at her, begging for her to just open her beautiful eyes and tell him to stop making such a drama over everything like he always did.

But she wasn't waking up, and this wasn't like the old times. This was real and present and nothing how he expected it would've ended between them.

"Jemma, please! This isn't how it was meant to be." Fitz felt the tears fall down his cheeks. The water was up to their hips. "We were meant to travel the world together, fight crimes, create extraordinary things that would change the world. We were going to do it all together."

She stayed limp and silent.

"I don't want to die on my own!"

The emptiness around him made it all so real.

The water was splashing against their elbows. This was it.

Fitz looked around, the door almost ready to blow off of its hinges. The pod would fill up and that would be that.

But Fitz wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to let the water swallow him up while he faced the love of his life, darkness taking hold of him.

He wanted one last fight, one last try.

"All right." He breathed, facing Simmons. He wrapped his arm around her waist tightly and gave her one last look. "I know you was always the better swimmer, but I'm gonna give it ago. All I ask of you is to hold on, please."

He stroked her hair and planted one last kiss on her forehead before looking back at the door. He was on his tip toes as the water moved up to their shoulders and he knew it was almost time until he took a deep breath and kicked his legs like never before. He really wasn't the greater swimmer.

He thought he had more time, but clearly not. The door burst across the other side of the pod and Fitz quickly held his breath. Not enough, and he knew. The water filled the rest of the pod in less than a second and Fitz began to kicked his way through the dark liquid.

They were out of the pod, he could feel it. His eyes blurred into the darkness around him and he all the sudden felt terrified of what was out there or how far down they were. He kicked and kicked and kicked and held onto Jemma so tightly, she wasn't going anywhere.

He looked up, his eyes stinging and on the verge of closing but he resisted, because he could see light at the top. He could see the surface.

He couldn't hold his breath for long, and that scared the devil out of him because he wondered how long Jemma could hold on for. With his weak skills in swimming, he felt like he wasn't getting anywhere but he continued to kick.

His head felt like a siren, thumping and throbbing as if it were about to explode. He was losing focus but he didn't breathe in the water. He knew the stages of drowning and he kept his mouth shut, no matter how much his body urged to find oxygen.

Kicking and kicking and kicking eventually paid off because the light was close. He could see it and feel it in the change of water. Everything began to swirl in his vision and he was on the verge of passing out, but not before he got Simmons to the top so she could breathe in fresh air and wake up.

He was about to go, he knew it, but she was going to wake up. She was going wake up and swim to shore and live. Stay focused, she's going to wake up.

He made it. He reached the surface, launching himself from water to air and breathed it all in. His lunges hurt and ached to take such a large breath in but it didn't matter because they were alive and she was going to wake up.

He stayed afloat and made sure Simmons was available to oxygen.

"Jemma." Fitz coughed and breathed, his head dizzy but he ignored that because she was going to wake up. "Jemma, breathe."

She was going to wake up.

"Jemma, come on!"

She wasn't waking up.

"Jem-ema."

Why wasn't she waking up?

"Come on, baby girl."

He pressed his lips to hers, pinched her nose and blew in as much air as possible. He ducked underwater every other second because it was fucking hard to do all these things at once, but he continued to breathe air into her lungs until she would snap out of it and wake up.

Over and over he took a deep breath and gave it to Jemma but nothing was happening and he could feel all his hope sinking to the bottom of the ocean.

"Jemma!" He screeched, slamming a palm right in the centre of her chest and it worked.

She gasped and spluttered and blinked frantically, clutching onto Fitz with all the strength she had left.

"Oh my god." Fitz gasped, salty water filling his mouth as he tried to contain his relief. "Oh my god."

"Leo-Le-o-" She stammered, trying her best to get her breathing back. She blinked and blinked until her vision sorted itself out as she locked eyes with his. Seeing her in this state slammed the reality right into his heart. He crumbled.

"You died!" He cried, tears streaming down her face as he held her even tighter.

"Leo." She sobbed, looking up into the cloudy sky. She never thought she'd see the sky again. She looked back down at Fitz as he tried to pull himself together while trying so hard to stay afloat.

"You died..." He gasped.

"I'm sorry." She cried, planting kisses all over his face. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't ever do that again." Fitz sobbed. "I won't let that happen again."

Simmons stopped the kisses and looked him dead in the eyes, water trying to control her vision but she stayed focused.

This boy in front of her saved her life. He saved her life.

"I'm so in love with you." She choked.