Hey guys! So I found this prompt on Tumblr, and I figured I'd go ahead and do it, because I had a massive brainstorm for what to write. I really hope you guys enjoy it.
Just so you know, it'll be three chapters. Three chapters only.
So, I hope you enjoy! :)
"Be careful, Skye," the man, her husband, reminds her, as he sits in a chair, reading a book.
"Oh relax, Grant," Skye rolls her eyes, "I'm fine. I'm not going to fall over."
"You'd be surprised what can happen," he says to her, smiling as he watches her.
She turns around and leans back against the railing, placing her hands on either side of the railing behind her. "I still can't believe that you never told me that you have a boat," she says to him.
"And like I said before, it's not my boat. It belongs to my Uncle."
"Still, men who have access to boats are pretty hot."
"Oh, so you think I'm hot, do you?" he says, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Well, I married you, didn't I?"
"Yes you did," he says, setting his book down next to him, and standing up from his chair, making his way towards her, "And I couldn't be happier." He stops in front of her, placing his hands on her hips, while hers go up and wrap around his neck. She smiles up at him, and he smiles back down at her. "I love you so much," he says.
"I love you too," she says back. "And you know, I can't wait until we can bring our own kids out on this boat and have little adventures."
"Oh, so we're going to have kids, are we?" he raises his eyebrows and smiles.
"Of course we are," she says. "And you know, we should probably start trying for those kids."
"I think that is an excellent idea," he says huskily, leaning down to press his lips up against hers. She kisses him back and wraps her arms tighter around his neck, bringing him closer to her. His hands grip her hips tighter, causing her to moan. He deepens the kiss, pushing her back up against the railing, and pressing his own body against hers.
"You certainly know how to please a girl," she says, pulling away slightly, due to needing some air. He smirks and then dives back in, kissing his way down her neck. She tilts her head back, allowing him better access. "Wait," Skye says breathlessly, "what was that?"
"What was what?" Grant asks, continuing to kiss her.
"I thought I heard something," she tells him.
"You probably imagined it," he tells her, kissing back up her neck.
"Maybe," she says slowly. "Okay, I definitely heard it that time," she says, pulling his head back so she can look at him. "Don't tell me you didn't hear that too."
"I didn't hear anything Skye," he says. He goes back in to kiss her when suddenly everything around them changes. Everything seems to be moving in slow-mo, and that's when they both realize that they are falling. All she can see is Grant's face above her, and the tinted sky behind him.
"Grab the railing!" She hears Grant shout and she doesn't hesitate. She unwraps her arms from around his neck and reaches behind her to grab onto the railing from the boat. She doesn't feel Grant's arms around her anymore and looks down to see him floating in the ocean beside the boat, looking up at her.
"Grant!" She yells.
"Climb!" He yells back.
"What about you?" she asks him.
"I'll try and climb up the anchor chain. Just climb before the railing completely detaches. Now."
She doesn't question him, but begins carefully climbing her way back up the railing. She stops every once in a while when she thinks she feels the railing giving way. She finally makes it to the top and collapses on the floor of the boat, breathing heavily, trying to somewhat regain her composure. She turns around and crawls to the edge of the boat, right against one of the other railings and peeks through the rungs, looking down into the water to find her husband. She sees him still floating in the water, bobbing up and down with the waves.
"Grant," she calls out to him, "I'm safe. I made it. You can go and climb up the anchor now."
"Okay," he calls back, "I'm going to swim around the boat now."
"Be careful," she tells him, worry clearly written on her face.
"I will be," he says back. She watches as he turns around to begin his swim around the boat, when she hears a creaking, and then a snap. She looks over to see the broken guard rail completely gone, and looks out to see it falling towards Grant at an alarming rate.
"Grant! Look out!" she calls down to him, but it's too late. The railing falls faster and faster towards the water, hitting Grant right on the top of his head, sending him beneath the waves. "Grant!" She calls out, standing up and leaning against the guard rail, frantically searching the waves for any sign of her husband. She sees the guard rail float back up to the top, and stares at it, waiting, practically willing for Grant to resurface as well. But he doesn't.
She can feel the tears starting to fall down her face, but she doesn't even bother to wipe them away. "No," she whispers to herself, "No!" she says a little bit louder, "This can't be happening. Grant!" she yells out into the vast expanse of the ocean, hoping that he'll pop up out of the water with that stupid grin on his face. But he doesn't.
Skye shoots up in her bed suddenly, her breathing heavy. She looks around herself to try and make sense of where she is. The light is off, but she can still see bits of sunlight streaming in through the windows of the room that she is in. She sees four white walls, a couple of chairs on either side of her bed, a small table to one side of her bed, and large sliding glass doors to one side of the room, with some type of curtain pulled in front of them. She looks down to see a large, thick, blanket covering her whole body. She hears a faint beeping coming from somewhere and she turns her head to see a monitor set up next to her bed. When she really looks at it, she realizes that it is a machine that is monitoring all of her vitals. That's when she realizes where she is, a hospital room.
The doors to her room slide open and someone she doesn't recognize steps into the room, immediately walking over to her. It's a woman, a nurse, she figures, and she starts messing with different switches and dials on the machine next to her. "I see you're awake now," the nurse says to her with a smile.
"Where am I?"
"You're in the hospital, sweetheart," the nurse says, looking at her like she is crazy.
Skye rolls her eyes, "No, really," she says sarcastically. "What happened? Where exactly am I?"
"I, uh…"
"Just tell me why I'm here!" Skye demands, tears threatening to build up in her eyes due to frustration.
"Hello?"
Skye turns at hearing the familiar voice, to see her best friend standing in the doorway to her room. "Jemma!" she exclaims.
"Skye," Jemma smiles wide, "You're awake! Thank goodness!" She rushes forward and wraps Skye in a massive hug, not letting go for a few minutes. "I was so worried," she tells her when she pulls away.
"I'm sorry I made you worry," Skye says sheepishly, "but uh, can you tell me exactly why I am in this hospital room? Everything is kind of fuzzy."
Skye notices Jemma's smile fade, and her face go pale. "You, you don't remember what happened?"
"Not really. I mean, I remember being out on Grant's uncles' boat, and we were doing…stuff, but then everything starts to be a little fuzzy. I think it's slowly coming back to me, but maybe you can fill me in, that way I know right now, instead of having to wait for my brain to cooperate."
Jemma takes a seat on the edge of Skye's bed, and grabs one of her hands in both of hers, holding onto it before looking up at Skye. "There was an accident."
"What do you mean?" Skye questions, her brow furrowing.
"Well, I don't know exactly what happened, because I wasn't there, but from what the police have figured out from their investigation, there was a malfunction on the boat. Something to do with a section of the safety rail. They aren't sure, but they think that Grant may have fallen into the ocean, and that something, maybe the guard rail when it fell, struck him on the head, knocking him unconscious."
"What are you saying?" Skye asks, growing concerned.
"I'm sorry, Skye. But Grant, he didn't make it."
"What?" she pulls her hand away from Jemma and retreats, "No. You're wrong. This is just some really sick and twisted joke."
"It isn't, Skye. They searched all over where the boat was anchored, but they couldn't find his body. I'm so, so sorry."
"No," Skye whispers, pulling her knees up to her chest. She scoots back all the way to the end of the bed, shaking her head in denial. "No."
"I'm sorry, Skye," Jemma apologizes again.
Skye just ignores her, not wanting to hear any more apologies from someone who had nothing to do with what apparently happened. She doesn't say anything else, not to herself, not to Jemma. She doesn't want to believe that it's true, that he's never coming back. It can't be true, he wouldn't leave her like this, he promised he wouldn't.
After a moment, the haze that is blocking her memory from the other day, allowing everything from that day to become much clearer. As everything comes rushing back all at once, she can feel the tears start to fall from her eyes. The tears fall faster and harder as she remembers, and therefore, gets more upset.
In the midst of her crying, she hears two more voices enter the room. She looks up to see her parents talking with Jemma. "Mommy, daddy," she manages to say through her tears, reaching her arms out to the both of them.
When they see the state she is in, both of her parents immediately rush to her side, pulling her into a large hug. She hugs them back, letting the tears continue to flow from her eyes. "Oh Skye," her mother says, running a hand gently through her long brown hair.
Skye pulls back to look at her parents, "Is is true? Is he really not coming back?"
Her father looks at her sadly, "I'm afraid not, baby girl. The police couldn't find him. All they can really do is keep his picture in the missing person's database, and if we're lucky, he's out there, and someone will find him, and send him back to you."
"I hope so," she says, "Because I don't think that I can live without him."
*1 year later*
"Hey Jemma!" Skye says as she walks in the front door of Jemma's apartment and then into the kitchen. She walks over to the counter and hoists herself up onto it, grabbing an apple out of the fruit bowl next to her. She takes a bit out of it as her best friend turns around to greet her.
"Hey Skye. I'm just- why are you sitting on the counter? You know how I feel about that."
Skye rolls her eyes, "I know. You're paranoid."
"I am not paranoid." Jemma defends herself, "I just happen to know that that is very unsanitary."
"So sanitize it after I leave," Skye shrugs, "It's not that big of a deal."
Jemma sighs, setting the rag she had been using to clean the dishes down on the edge of the sink, "You are so insufferable."
"Yet you continue to love me," Skye smiles, swinging her legs back and forth.
Jemma rolls her eyes, "Did you have a reason for coming here? Or did you just want to annoy me while I try to wash this sink full of dishes?"
"Actually, I have a really great idea."
Jemma groans, "Oh no."
"What? Why do you automatically assume that it's something bad?"
Jemma just looks at her and raises her eyebrow, "Vegas, 2008."
"Okay. Fair point. But that wasn't just my idea and you know it. But anyways, back to my totally awesome idea that you are going to absolutely love and agree to because you are my best friend."
"Tell me your idea." Jemma sighs, figuring it best to just get everything over with now.
"The Caribbean Islands."
"What about it?"
"Let's take a trip to The Caribbean Islands."
"What? When did you come up with this idea?"
"Yesterday. I figured we both need a little break, and what better way to do that, then to go on vacation. But seeing as how we can't go back to where we would usually go, because of…certain events, I thought why not go out of the country. And I've always wanted to go to The Caribbean Islands. But I don't want to go alone, and you're my absolute best friend in the entire world, which means I want you to come with me, and we'll have a lot of fun, and I promise to not get us kicked out of all the islands." Skye takes a deep breath after her long speech, "So, what do you say?" she gives Jemma her widest smile, hoping that she'll say yes.
"When were you planning on us taking this little trip?"
"We could leave this Sunday night, and be back the following Sunday."
"That only gives us two days! I can't get the time off of work that fast, Skye. There is no way that I'm going to be able to go with you."
"See, I thought you might say that. So I worked a little techno magic to help your boss out of a little, um, situation, and you now have next week off of work." She smiles wide at her best friend, hoping that she'll be impressed.
"You didn't do anything illegal, did you?"
"Not necessarily," she says slowly, "I just helped him out. You know what, it doesn't really matter, does it? I mean, I got you next week off so that you can come with me."
"Okay. And how do you plan on taking off work at this late of a date? Won't your boss fire you or something if you just take the days off?"
Skye scoffs, "Please, like he'd fire me. I'm the best IT person in that whole place. I'm the reason why that company runs as well as it does. I fix peoples tech problems, allowing them to do what they do best, and run a company. If Fury fires me, I can basically guarantee you, that company will definitely have some major issues, because I am the best."
"You seem really full of yourself, you know that?"
Skye smiles, "I'm just speaking the truth."
"Yes, well, I still don't know if this is such a good idea."
"Come on Jemma! We need this! You work way too hard, I'm getting a little bored at work and in life, you and Fitz have been really snippy at each other lately, and I, well I just really need to get away. We both just need to get away for a little while."
"There's no way you're giving this up, are you?"
Skye smiles and shakes her head, "Not a chance."
"Fine. I guess we're going to The Caribbean Islands."
"Yes!" Skye exclaims. She jumps off of the counter and hugs Jemma, "You are the greatest friend ever." She pulls from the hug and begins to make her way towards the front door, "I'm going to go home and start packing. Oh and Jem, don't pack all of your long sleeves and sweaters and stuff, okay? This is The Caribbean Islands, we're going on vacation. No one knows us there, so it's okay to let loose a little. And don't forget to pack that new bikini that I know you haven't worn yet."
"Ignoring you," Jemma calls back, turning back to the dishes.
Skye just smiles at her friend before walking out to her car and to her house to start her packing for The Caribbean. She can't wait to get away, she needs to get away.
"Hello Caribbean, we have arrived!" Skye exclaims as she steps out of the front doors of the airport. She squeals and glances over at Jemma standing next to her, "Aren't you excited?"
"I guess so," Jemma says, looking all around her.
Skye sighs, "Come on Jem! This is a new adventure, for the both of us! Can't you at least try and enjoy it? For me?"
"I'll try," she says, "but I can't really make any promises."
"Hey, as long as you try, that's good enough for me. Now come on, let's catch a cab and get to our hotel. Because what I really want to do right now, is go down to the beach and tan a little bit, and see if I can find someone to flirt with a little bit."
Jemma just rolls her eyes at her friend and picks up her bag, following Skye from the front doors of the airport towards a taxi cab that had just stopped at the curb. Guess she better start trying to enjoy herself.
*2 days later*
"You know what I really need right now?" Skye says to Jemma as they each sit in a lounge chair by the poolside. She pulls her earbuds out of her ear and looks at her friend.
"What would that be?" Jemma asks, looking up from her book.
"A drink. I need a drink. I really do."
"Then go and get one. I think there's a bar just over there. Through those double doors," She says, pointing off in one direction.
"Come with me." Skye says.
"Why? You're an adult. You can do it yourself."
Skye frowns, "You're not going to come with me, are you?"
"Nope," Jemma says, returning her attention to her book.
Skye huffs, "Fine. I'll be back in a few minutes." She stands up from her chair, shoving her iPod back into her beach bag and makes her way towards the hotel bar.
"I.D. ma'am," the bouncer at the set of double doors says. Skye slowly reaches into her bra and pulls out her driver's license, handing it over to the man, throwing him a flirty smile as she does so. He takes a quick glance at it before handing it back to her. "Thank you, Miss Ward, go right in."
"Thanks," she says, shoving the I.D. back into her bra, "And, you can call me Skye." She gives him a wink as she walks past him into the room beyond the doors.
Looking all around her, Skye takes in everything within the room. She sees a small stage set up at the front of the room, with a microphone in the center, and two large speakers on either side. There are a few tables set up along both walls, people sitting all over the place. In the center of the room, there is a dance floor of sorts, allowing for people to dance when they want to, to whatever music is playing. And at the back of the room, lining the back wall, is the open bar.
Smiling to herself, Skye walks up to the bar, leaning forward against the bar top. She sees the bartender, clearly a man, standing with his back to her. "Excuse me," she says in his direction, "can I get a Tequila Sunrise, please?"
"One moment," the bartender says, bending down to grab something off of a bottom shelf.
As he does so, Skye turns on her stool and takes in all of the people in the room. There are people there by themselves, there are couples slow dancing in the middle of the room, and there are groups of people, sitting around and drinking with each other. She smiles softly at seeing all of them being so happy with their lives.
"One Tequila Sunrise," the bartender says again, pulling her from her thoughts. She immediately turns around to grab her drink.
When she does turn around, she catches sight of the bartender, the words catch in her throat, and she can feel her heart start beating faster. She can feel the tears building up in her eyes as she stares at the man standing in front of her. She feels like she can't breathe either, like all of the air has been sucked out of the room.
"Miss? Are you okay? Is there someone I can call to come and get you? Miss?"
Suddenly, Skye finds her voice, and she stands up from her chair, "Oh my goodness. It's you." She says, and then leans forward, grabbing his face in her hands and attacking his lips with her own. She feels him tense up, and so she pulls away, looking right into his eyes.
"Grant." She breathes out, "I can't believe it's really you, I thought I lost you forever." She lets the tears fall down her face as she sits back on her stool, removing her hands from his face to grab his hands instead. "Everyone is going to be so excited to hear that you're alive. Jemma is out on the beach right now, she's never going to believe this. This is just, wow. I can't believe that you're really here." She smiles at him for a moment, before frowning, "Hang on. Why are you here? Why didn't you come home?"
He looks down and pulls his hands away from hers, looking back up at her with a confused and worried look on his face, "I'm sorry. My name isn't Grant, it's Cole."
"No, no it isn't." she looks at him curiously.
"I don't think I am who you think I am."
"What?" she says, shock immediately covering her entire face. "You don't, you don't remember me?"
"Should I?" he asks her hesitantly. "Is there someone I can get for you? Someone to help you back to your room?"
"No. I'm sorry," she stands up from the stool, "I have to go." She quickly makes her way out of the bar, past the double doors, and then down an empty hallway, blocking out all of the sounds around her.
She moves down the hallway, until she doesn't think her legs can go any further, and then leans back against the wall, sliding down until she's sitting on the floor, her knees up in front of her. "I can't believe he doesn't remember me."
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