I apologize for the wait, but this is the final part, so please, enjoy!

"Sorry." Jensen squeezed his eyes shut and turned away from the bomb, more out of reflex than anything else, because turning away wasn't going to do him any good.

Thump. ThumpThumpThump.

Well, that was a lot…quieter than he'd expected. Actually, that didn't sound like an explosion at all, that sounded more like firecrackers—tiny explosions muffled by the walls.

Sincerely hoping that the timer had been counting down for a firecracker's fuse, he stood and took a step toward the wall, straining to hear. The radio had gone silent, which probably meant that Clay was on his way. The doorknob rattled.

"Jensen." The sound was muffled through the heavy door, barely audible, and although Jensen could tell it was Cougar, he could barely make out what he was saying. …the door? Something about the door… Get away from the—

A gunshot rang through the room and Jensen reeled back in surprise, landing with his back against the wall, as the bullet lodged itself in the wall opposite the entryway. Cougar had kicked the now broken lock open before Jensen could even register that he'd shot it. He was across the room in a moment, pulling him up by his collar, urging him to move.

"What the hell was that? You almost took me out! Not that I wasn't already—" Cougar cut him off by pushing him through the door.

"Hey, where's the fire?" Jensen asked jokingly. Cougar gave him a look as they took off down the hall.

"Next to the bomb." Cougar replied. Jensen blanched.

"You're shitting me." Cougar didn't respond this time, instead rounding a corner to reach another short stretch of hallway. The end of the hall opened to the room holding the building's elevators, and sporting a large window. "There's no way out through there! It's not like we have time to wait for the elevators."

Cougar raised his rifle and fired through the window. "Jump." The word barely left his mouth before the building shook violently, and a cloud of plaster and dust descended from the ceiling like a curtain. The two of them leapt through the window—in part with the help of the concussion behind them—and fell one story, before crashing through the window of the adjacent building.

Jensen wasn't sure how long he had been laying there before he felt an arm around his torso, pulling him up through the debris that the blast had showered them with. His head was swimming, and he couldn't tell whether it was his eyes or the dust that was making it so damn hard to see. He steadied himself and leaned against the wall, still able to feel the warmth of the fire, and knowing that he should probably move further away, but not really caring.

"You okay, Cougar?" Jensen asked, rubbing some of the dirt off of his face and wincing at the cuts he'd received from the broken glass. Cougar's response was to slap him upside the head. "Ow! What was that for?"

"You could have died." Cougar glared.

"Same to you." Jensen replied. They locked eyes defiantly, before Jensen broke the silence. "Do you still have your radio?" Cougar held his gaze for moment longer before getting to his feet—somewhat unsteadily—and offering Jensen a hand.

"No, I left it. But… This is the building you said you were on. The others should be up." He said curtly as he pulled Jensen to his feet.

"So, how did you stop the timer?" Jensen asked, kicking aside a particularly large chunk of desk blocking the door. Cougar shrugged.

"I shot it." Jensen stopped and gave Cougar a disbelieving look.

"You shot at a bomb so that it wouldn't explode…" Jensen mumbled with a smirk, shaking his head. Jensen began to pick his way through the remnants of the debris in the room, but was stopped by the hand on his wrist. He turned to Cougar with a slightly confused look.

"You would have died. Next time you might." Cougar said, this time almost a whisper against the chaotic scene. Jensen stopped in his tracks, but he didn't respond. After a pause he nodded slowly.

"I know." He looked Cougar in the eyes, "But I would rather die alone, than live with any of your deaths on my head. And I mean that." He smirked and threw an arm over Cougar's shoulder, pulling him close. "Although I do appreciate the save." Cougar seemed much less amused than Jensen and stepped out of the others embrace with a frown. He ran a hand through the other's hair as he passed on the way out the door.

"Do it again, I'll shoot you myself. And I mean that." Jensen gave a mock-salute and then followed after him out the door, leaving only a broken window, debris, and the sirens and screams of those who reached the scene of the explosion first. Because although he knew that Cougar was, most likely, entirely serious, that wasn't going to make him change his outlook. The team would always come before the individual—always.

Thus concluding this story, though there may be an epilogue to follow. I've also been working on a sort of past-fic (I've had Jensen's done since about an hour after I first saw the movie, but I've been holding off on posting it until I had more of the other Losers' pasts plotted) So, until then, keep being awesome!