Shot
“Fitz…” Jemma Simmons walks toward him as he points a gun at her.
“You don’t get to say my name…not after everything you’ve done.” He growls, gaze not letting this girl have an inch. Not after what she had done to his father.
She stops in her tracks and raises her hands gently, eyes begging for his understanding. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” She moves toward him again, desperately. “Aida--she took you from me, and I came here to rescue you.”
“So you kill my father?” His spits the question out. The woman looks at the floor, pursing her lips, tears in her eyes. Is this all an act to her? She kills his father then begs for his forgiveness. “Right after he tells me that he loves me, you murder him in cold blood…” He takes a moment, hearing the scene play again in his mind. Hearing the gunshot and the dead line of the phone. “...as I listen.”
Jemma’s hands are trembling and she brings them close to her chest, using them for emphasis as she speaks, voice wobbly with tears. “I am so sorry.” She shakes her head, then looks him in the face, hands still raised. “It was an accident.”
An accident? An accident? The body had been examined. This was not an accident. “Nothing that you’ve done has been an accident!” He cuts in, voice boiling with barely contained rage, the gun shaking in his palm. “You want to destroy this world! You want to destroy me! You want to destroy the woman that I love.” He thinks of Ophelia, lying in bed. She had nearly died. He had nearly lost her as well. His head is tilted with anguish.
“That woman,” Jemma cries, raising her voice with emotion, “is lying to you!” She shakes her head, tears streaming down her face. “None of this is real! She’s not real! Aida’s just a--a robot you and Radcliffe created!”
The Doctor cuts her off again. “Her name is Ophelia.” He insists, voice level but anywhere from calm. Anger--deep-rooted anger--boils within him.
“It’s name is Aida--” she presses firmly, hands still waving in small, unconscious motions for emphasis. “And stop making excuses for it!” Her voice grows furiously desperate. “Radcliffe and Daisy told you the truth!” She was pleading. Her voice faded to a whisper, softened by sobs. “Please...Fitz, you have to wake up.” She begged him, voice quivering.
He dips the gun in a slight motion. “Get on your knees.” He orders, eyes lacking any empathy.
She lets out a teary scoff. “No.”
Without flinching, Leopold shoots her in the knee, gunshot ringing through the concrete space. She thought she had authority over him, thought she meant something to him. She was wrong.
Jemma chokes on a scream, the world swimming before her. She groans, slowly collapsing to a sit, holding her sticky leg as excruciating pain pulses endlessly up it.
“Please…” She begs, voice catching. “You don’t have to do this.” She looks up at him, eyes pleading through the darkness. “I love you.”
He stares back, unphased. This girl had nearly murdered the two people he cared about. “And you mean nothing to me.” The Doctor moves toward her and she grimaces, torn to hear those words come from his mouth. He presses the gun into her scalp. “I want to hear you say it.” He states sharply. “‘I. am. nothing. to. you.’.”
She blinks back, slowly and tearily, looking up at him.
“Say it!” His voice is strong and commanding, balancing precariously on the edge of rage.
She closes her eyes, letting tears leak out of her eyes.
“Say it!” He demands, digging the gun further into her head. There is no more patience. Fire sears through his fingertips, and his hand tightens around the trigger.
The moment slows, and a gunshot echoes through the room in a wave. Or rather, two gunshots at once, blending together in a horrifying throng.
The Doctor raises his chin as Jemma Simmons falls limply to the floor.