This is my first AoS fic. I decided to finally write one after the midseason finale practically blew my mind. It's f***** awesome! Hope you guys liked it as much as I did.

Disclaimer: Agents of SHIELD is not mine, so as its characters. This story contains spoilers from the season 2 winter finale, so if you haven't seen it yet, you have to stop right now. May contain some triggers about suicide. Consider yourself warned.

"Kill me." Skye murmurs, half wondering if everyone in her team could see her. She strongly wished they couldn't. The thought of Fitzsimmons… of May, seeing her like this, of hearing her say those words—those are not the words she wanted them to remember her by.

Her eyes are tightly shut, but she knows—she knows exactly how much damage she's caused… and still causing. She does not have to tear her eyes open to see the darkness inside her. Not if it is already clawing its way out of her without any regard for the wreckage it could leave behind.

Agent Lumley was right; wherever she goes, death follows.

Though he clearly failed to mention that she'll be the one causing them.

"Not an option, Skye." Coulson yells at her over the almost ear-splitting sounds of huge boulders bursting into specks of dust around him. He steps forward towards his distressed agent, barely able to remain upright given the huge tremors from the earth where he stood, his ICER held tightly on his hands.

Skye's eyes burst open when she hears Coulson's voice. Oh god. He should not be here. He should not be anywhere near her. She'd kill him. "Don't come near me!" she warns him, and takes a step back. A strong tremor liberated itself as she took that one step. Coulson falls on his knees.

Blinding fear fills hear heart as she saw her boss almost fall to his death, into the cliff she inadvertently creates out of nowhere.

Desperation was clear in her voice as she spoke again. "Lance," she calls out, knowing fully well where the former mercenary is located, and can hear her through the earwigs she's still wearing. "We already talked about this. Take the shot!"

"He would not do it." Coulson counters immediately. "Never planned to in the first place."

When the hot piercing pain indeed does not come, Skye's panic rose significantly. She should have thought that their boss could easily get Hunter to flip. She could tell from the get-go that the former mercenary wasn't totally on board with her plan, but the need to believe that he was felt much easier for her to accept.

"He told me where you'd be." Coulson said, evading another piece of rock that explodes near his general direction. "Let's go home, Skye."

She thinks he misses a very important point. There is no way she could go back. There's no home for her to go back to. She already turned it into a pile of rocks. Or did he forget? "Coulson, this is not something you can save me from."

Coulson briefly wonders how on earth he manage to stay standing up, given all the earthquakes his young agent emits, but decided not to dwell on it. He fights back a small smile, "you cannot stop me from trying." He already saved her once; he could definitely do it again.

Skye's nails are digging into her palms, practically drawing blood, but she hardly notices the pain. Her whole body trembles with the quakes she creates, and she could not stop them. She could not stop anything.

Why couldn't they get it? She's a lost cause. She's beyond saving. "I don't want to hurt anyone anymore."

"I know." Coulson tells her. "So let us help you."

She lets out a strangled sound. Wave upon wave of inexorable force leaves her core, obliterating the earth surrounding her like it was nothing. "I'm sorry, AC."

"It's gonna be okay, Skye." He tells her, sounding less like the director of SHIELD and more like the paternal figure she had grown to love. For a second she considers how much better her life would have been if he was the one who turned out to be her father, not Cal. Maybe it wouldn't turn out as shitty as it is now.

She closes her eyes once more. Sighs in resignation. "Yes it is."

Coulson's breath gets caught in his throat as he hears and senses the finality in his agent's voice, and before he could do anything, the worst of his nightmares comes to life in front of his eyes.

A sidearm slowly finds its way to her temple. Even at a distance, he could tell that what she holds in her hands is not a weapon designed to merely incapacitate. It's designed to kill. "Put that gun down, Skye." He begs.

Regardless of the tremendous amount of debris surrounding her, Coulson could still see how hard she's trying to control her trembling hand. "You cannot save me, AC," she tells him, "…but at least let me try to save all of you."

"No, no, no Skye… no!" He scrambles towards her, towards the hacker he chose to trust more than anything in this world. By some cruel hand of fate, Coulson just couldn't close the distance between them. "No!"

"I will save you." She mumbles softly, almost like a plea. Maybe it was.

Coulson's knees nearly buckles at her words. Doesn't she know that by doing what she's about to do, she'll be accomplishing the exact opposite of what she hopes to achieve? "Do not scare me like this, Skye!"

"I'm scared, too." She looks down at him from where she stood and whispers, her eyes indeed full of fear. It reminded him just how young this agent really was. She has already seen too much, suffered too much, given her age.

"I do not want to end up like him." She mumbles softly. Like her father. A monster.

Watching her, Coulson could tell that her fear is not of what's about to come. Its not fear of having her skin pierced once more by an unforgiving bullet, inflicted this time by her own hands. Hell, it's not even fear of dying.

The fear that he saw… it was fear of herself, of what she can do.

Of what she had become.

And by god, Coulson has never seen Skye that terrified before. Not when she woke up distressed and confused days after she was almost shot dead by Quinn. Not after the home she wanted to protect went down in flames in the hands of Hydra. Not even after he told her that her roots could possibly be not of this earth.

He struggles to stand, to fight the tremors that keeps on pushing him down on the ground. His once pristine shirt now in tatters because of the huge amount of force coming from her, while his skin burns at the number of scrapes he's sustained dodging every projectile that comes his way. "Ending your life is not taking that fear away, Skye."

She shakes her head minutely, forcing tears to finally flow freely from her eyes. "It's not my own fear I'm trying to take away, A.C," she tells him, her voice the faintest sound heard amidst the chaos. She saw him, the way he looked at her the first time he realize that she's no longer the Skye he first met. The way his eyes widened at the realization that it was her that caused the earthquakes—that she was the epicenter of all the chaos around them.

Coulson almost screamed at her how wrong she is to think like that. She has no idea what his real fear is. She has absolutely no clue that by doing what she's doing right now, at this exact moment, she's making that very fear come to life.

He fights his way through the torrent of rocks around her and breaches the inner sanctum of waves that seem to encase her. He had no idea how he was able to do so, but for some reason, he wanted to believe that it was because she lets him to. He could feel it. "Me… the team—our team—we are not afraid of you Skye."

She hesitates. Loosens her rigid grip on her weapon slightly. His pleading eyes almost made her put the gun down, almost made her want to save herself as a favor not for her own pitiful self, but for him.

And then she remembers. The friend she had worked with, had laughed with, had fought with. One of the bravest men she has ever met. The friend who died thinking that he has failed to save her.

She then spots Coulson not ten feet away. Her heart seizes in her chest for all of the possible implications these hasty turn of events could bring. He would not stand a chance, being that close to her. "No…"

The team leader's proximity rekindles a particularly upsetting memory she much wanted to forget. The friend she had lost, transformed into stone by some ritualistic cosmic crystal she could barely understand, while her so-called gift turns him to dust.

Suddenly, she's back in that underground temple again. Closed off from the world around her, trapped and unable to move, standing completely still while she watched someone she cares about disintegrate in front of her eyes. All because of her. Another was dead person because of her.

She will never let that happen again.

With renewed conviction, she raises her gun once more. Holds the barrel so close to her head, much tighter this time. Its cool metal is pressing firmly against her skin, making her shiver.

"Do not let him die for nothing!" Coulson yells, desperation clear in his voice. He's grasping at straws now. "Tripp did not die for nothing!"

Tripp. She could not even say his name anymore. She could not even think of him without seeing him turn to stone over, and over again.

Maybe he did fail to save her after all.

"Tell them I'm sorry." She mutters gently. Her face seemed calmer this time. As if she already found her peace. "This is the only way."

Coulson felt as if his heart is imploding on itself. "No!"

"I'm sorry."

A shot rings out. She falls.

The world never felt so still.

I'm still considering whether I should write this as multichapter fic, or just leave this as it is. Hope you liked my story!

Reviews are welcome. Thank you for reading!