Once Upon A Time: An LBaker Fanfic

Bradley clenched his eyes shut, ready to feel the unimaginable pain that was a bullet to the heart but he didn't feel it. Instead he heard a thump as something hit the ground. He opened his eyes to see Casey Morgan running away and Harry laying at his feet, bleeding heavily. For a single moment, everything was still. Time froze as Bradley Baker, The Wonder Boy of Spectrum 8, realised what had happened. The one person in his life he had expected to hurt him more than anyone ever could had just saved his life. Kneeling down by Harry's side, Bradley sighed. The bullet had pierced Harry's skin right between his ribs and there wasn't much of a chance that he would survive. Harry's breathing was deep and croaky and his face was only getting paler. He was dying. This hero of a boy was dying. Bradley pressed the S.O.S button on his watch, contacting LB and Hitch.
"Ok, stay with me," said Bradley, putting pressure on the wound and stopping the bleeding.
Harry took hold of Bradley's arm, smiling weakly.
"There's no point," he winced.
"Don't say that. You're gonna be ok," sighed Bradley, helplessly.
"No, I'm not. Something you should know about Casey Morgan is that she uses special bullets," his voice was shaky. He lifted his arm slowly and pointed to a blood covered bullet lying near him. Bradley's eyes widened.
"It went straight through you," he whispered in shock.
"It was deliberate," whimpered Harry, he was slipping away. "She aimed at your heart knowing I would jump. She knew it wouldn't hit any of my organs so I would just bleed out,"
"Wait, she?" asked Bradley, confused.
"Yeah, she. Casey Morgan's a girl,"
Harry's eyes began to close, his vision becoming blurred.
"No, don't leave me man," said Bradley, almost pleading. "C'mon Harry, don't do this now. LB will never forgive me if you die now,"
A single tear fell from Bradley's eye and landed on Harry's cheek.
"Take care of her for me. Please," whispered Harry. Life was draining from his eyes. "You'll do a better job than I ever could. You're the only one who can make her happy,"
Just as he was about to take his final breath, Harry pointed to the stars.
"It's funny," he whispered, barely audible anymore. "How no matter where I am or where you all are, we'll be looking at the same sky,"
Bradley followed his gaze and saw which constellation he was looking at. Musca, the fly. Harry's eyes flickered open one final time as he whispered the words...
"I wonder..." but his sentence would never be finished. Life left him and he was gone.
Bradley looked back down, saw his lifeless body and screamed at the sky, cursing the gods. Gently, he closed Harry's eyes and watched as his last tear fell from his cold, grey cheek to the ground. Stolen from the world too soon.

LB and Hitch arrived at the scene mere moments later, expecting to see an injured Bradely. LB sunk to her knees when she saw her friend lying there, colder than ice. No matter what her and Hitch had assumed he had done, she cared for him. Bradley looked up at Hitch.
"We were wrong. He fed them false information and..."
"They shot him for it," whispered LB.
"No, Casey Morgan was aiming for me," sighed Bradley, his eyes filling with tears.
LB and Hitch didn't speak for a moment.
"Harry jumped in front of me. He saved my life."
LB placed her hand on Harry's cheek and let the tears run from her eyes. Her facial expression showed no emotion but her eyes said different. The first of her many tears landed directly where Harry's last had. For one final time, they were entwined in emotion. Connected by sorrow. One in this life, the other in the next. Both carrying a part of the other along with them. It soon became too much for her to bear and she let her head sink down until her cheek was touching his. In the darkness and stillness of grief and in the cold of that cruel winter's night, LB knew how to finish his final sentence and she whispered it to him.
"I wonder if I'll see you when the sun comes up,"
To Hitch and Bradley, she was talking about death but in her own head, LB was talking about Harry and the definition of him. Sunshine wearing sneakers. She would forever see him in the rays of the beaming summer sun. In the crunch of falling autumn leaves. In the green of the spring grass. But she would always see his killer's eyes and his lifeless body in the frozen grip of wintery nights. Always. Always and forever. But she would also hear his voice and the last words he had uttered to her when they had spoken the previous day.
"Even if I had the world bow at my feet, all I could ever want is the one thing I will never have. I will forever be yours, if not in love then in friendship."
The red of her nails and her lips had been in honour of him. Harry's favorite colour. The colour he had always loved to wear much to his mother's disgust. It clashed with his eyes and yet he wore it anyway. He had no care for rules or guidance. He lived every day as if it was his last and unfortunately, the last day came too soon.  He was gone.

As weeks turned into months and months faded into years, Harrison Carter rarely left Loveday Byrd's mind. Her friend, her allie, a boy who had sacrificed himself to save the boy she loved. Little did she know that, soon enough, she would've lost them both. It had never been his words that had defined Harry. It had been his actions, his sacrifices and what could be considered his suicide. Nobody would ever take those long summer days they had spent together as children and they would never leave her thoughts.

Bradley would forever feel shaken by Harry's death. It should've been him. It could've been him. Why wasn't it him? Why did Harry save him? These were questions only two people could ever answer. Casey Morgan and Harry himself. Instead of grief, Bradley filled his time of pain with work and training, distancing himself from everyone around him. Not to his knowledge, this would only lead to another death. The death of someone he needed. Someone he trusted. Someone who was very important in Spectrum 8. Agent Ward.

But the person who got hurt the most after Harrison Carter's passing was Hitch. Filled with sorrow about the loss of her friend, Cleo returned to Australia, leaving Hitch behind. Sure, they wrote to one another but with Hitch's job and Cleo's busy family life, they never had time to see one another face to face. Hitch missed her more than he would ever care to tell anyone. So much so that he soon found it hard to talk about her. He was a boy very much in love and would continue to love Cleo Young until his last breath and she would love him until her own. One bullet. Two soon to be dead men. Three flies left behind. Four broken hearts.