Author Note: So on chapter 1, I forgot to mention that I own nothing.
Bellapaige88, I made them both O neg because it was important to me that she save him.
DrawnToDarkness, most of the time he's the one saving her. I wanted to reverse that and see how he dealt with it.
The first thing Grant Ward was aware of was the light. He could tell it was bright without opening his eyes; the red-orange glow on the inside of his eyelids was enough. The rest of his senses quickly caught up with his sight. He knew he was lying on a not so soft bed. "Not in my bunk then." He thought. He could smell some kind of strong disinfectant, like in a hospital or the lab on the bus. He heard the steady beat of what sounded like a heart monitor and the gentle hum of jet engines. "So I'm in the lab then. Great…" Then, finally, the pain came. A strong burning, stinging pain in his shoulder, met with another stinging from below his collarbone. He moaned.
"Hey, Ward. You awake, finally?" he heard a voice say. He turned his head and opened his eyes. There she was. He should have known that if anyone was going to be there for him when he woke up, it would be her.
"Hey, Rookie. I'm awake now. What happened? I'm a little fuzzy on the details." He asked, looking to Skye for the story.
"Well, you guys got back to the bus. All of you were a little banged up from the mission, but it was nothing too terrible. While FitzSimmons were taking care of Coulson and May, I went to you. Then some bad guys came up onto the bus, you and May took out most of them, but one got you in the shoulder. It went all the way through, clipped my arm and hit the lab window. Coulson says it was probably armor-piercing, since it went through you, got me and still had the force to go almost through the lab wall. Oh, and Ikilledtwoguys." She said the last sentence quickly, as though she thought he wouldn't hear it if it was done quickly.
"What? Why? How? Where was the rest of the team?!" he asked, looking at her in horror.
"The rest of the team was either getting patched up or patching people up. They couldn't see us behind the SUV, and no one but me saw you go down. Those guys were coming up the ramp and you weren't getting up and they were going to kill you and your gun was right there and I just grabbed it and shot them and then they were dead and you were bleeding and you didn't wake up and- and –and…" Skye trailed off as tears sprang to her eyes.
"Hey, calm down. It's ok, Rookie. I'm right here and I'm going to be fine. You did what you had to do, and if you hadn't, then we probably wouldn't be having this conversation. I'd be dead and there is a pretty good chance that you would be too. Speaking of being ok, how is your arm? And what's with the bandage on the other one?" Ward questioned, noticing the bandage from the blood donation.
"Yeah, I'm good. It's just a graze. Fitz patched it up in no time. The other one isn't from the fight. Apparently, we share one special and rare trait. My blood type is O negative too. So, congratulations. You have just a little bit of me running through your veins." Skye answered, smirking.
Ward just looked at her for a minute, as if he was trying to cope with the thought of her saving him. It was odd to say the least. Ward was the protector. He was the one who shot people who were coming up on his team. He was the knight in shining armor, not the damsel in distress. To think that his Skye, his Rookie, had saved his life twice in the span of an hour was unbelievable. There was a time when he thought his girl wouldn't ever be able to save herself. "Wait…My Skye? My Rookie? My girl?" he thought, shaking his head a bit, as though he could shake the thought out of his head. It didn't matter if he wanted her to be his anything. Skye didn't feel that way about him, right?
Skye sat next to her wounded S.O. Grant looked like he was deep in thought and Skye knew that sometimes it took him a few minutes to process things like this. Grant was a smart guy when it came to tactics, training, and missions. But throw him into a situation with feelings and people who cared about him and it was like his brain just melted. But, her dear S.O., her Grant, who sometimes seemed to be two separate people depending on when you were talking to him, always figured it out in the end. "My Grant…I like the sound of that. Which doesn't matter, because I'm sure he wouldn't." she thought, looking at the big man on the table.
"Oh, I need to go get Simmons so she can check on you, and let the rest on the team know that you're awake. They didn't want to overwhelm you when you were first getting up, but they all want to see you." Skye said, suddenly remembering her promise to the team that she had made when kicking them all out earlier.
"Oh, ok. Um… You'll be back right? If you leave me alone with the science twins, I might have a meltdown." Grant laughed, as he watched Skye move to the door.
"Of course. Like I would leave my S.O. to the wolves like that. I'll be back as soon as everyone knows that you're awake." She answered, already halfway out the door.
It didn't take long for her to let everyone know that Grant was up and get back down to his side. Grant smiled as she walked back through the lab doors. Simmons was standing next to him, taking out the IV and unhooking Ward from the heart monitor.
"Hello, Skye. I should have known that you would be back down here." Simmons said as she finished unhooking all of the machines from Ward. "I was just finishing telling Agent Ward that he could leave the lab. And I might as well repeat these instructions to you, so you can make sure that he follows them. No strenuous activity on his right side for the next three weeks at least. And no missions for a while. Agent Ward just needs to rest and take it easy for a while as he heals. So, Skye, this would be the perfect time for you to beat him at Battleship and force him to watch a bunch of Disney movies."
Skye smiled a mischievous little smile. "Hear that, Ward? You are so doomed." Grant just gave her a half-hearted glare that said he probably didn't mind being doomed. He slid off the table, stumbling a little when his feet hit the ground. Skye rushed to support him, sliding under his good arm. Grant looked down at her for a minute before reluctantly putting some of his weight on her.
"Oh, Skye! What do you want to do with this?" Simmons asked, holding up Skye's bloodstained white hoodie.
"Ugh. That blood will never come out. I just want it gone." Skye answered, taking the garment from Simmons. Ward smiled down at her.
I have an idea. Come on, Rookie. You'll love this." He said, before unsteadily leading her to the spiral stairs.
Author Note: Cliffhanger! What idea could Agent By-the-book Ward have? I guess you'll find out soon, huh?