A/N: So, this is a SkyeWard drabble, set after 1x13 T.R.A.C.K.S. It contains major spoilers - spoilers that make you cry. Don't read if you haven't seen the episode yet. It's a really sad drabble, and I cried, so beware of possible tears forming in your eyes.
Grant could hear her voice.
He could hear Skye's voice whipping around him as his own sunken brown eyes stared down at the pale skinned girl, the one who was fading fast. He knew it was a one in a million chance of Skye's survival; but he needed that chance, he needed her to come back. He needed to hear her say "bang!" as she shot a fake gun. Tears welled in his eyes as he choked out an apology. "I'm sorry, Skye."
He knew it wasn't her who said "You didn't protect me." He knew he was going crazy, and it was just in his head. He knew that. But it still hurt like hell, since that was exactly what she was thinking - what she would be thinking, if she was okay. If he would've made sure she stayed okay. If he would've protected her. But he didn't. He didn't protect her, and it killed him. It killed him to see the dried red stain on Skye's shirt. The fabric was stained forever, it would never get better. And neither would he.
