They spent the day trying to put the pieces back together, trying to understand what had happened to Skye, or why. She started to feel safe around Grant… there was something about him. And even if she couldn't believe some of the stories he had told her, they made more sense than half of the stuff that she remembered about her life.
"So, this Coulson dude. He's the boss… he died? Like died died"
"And they brought him back, erased all his memories, then they replaced them to make him forget about the treatment"
"That's just horrible" she sat next to him on the bed, he couldn't help but smile. Just a few hours ago she came back into his life, not knowing him, threatening him with a knife, and now she was comfortable around him, talking to him like she never left. "What?" she smiled.
"I'm so happy you're back" He let out. He didn't want to push her, so he wanted to keep his feelings under control, but it was too real to ignore it. He never realized how important she was in his life until she wasn't there anymore. And seeing her smile again was too overwhelming; she was trying to make him feel better. He could still see her eyes trying to figure out who he was, but she wouldn't say anything, she wouldn't hurt him.
"I wish I could remember…" Skye said, like se was reading his mind.
"It's ok" He smiled "This is better than nothing… I thought you were dead" He touched her hand and this time she didn't pull away, so he grabbed it. He barely remembered how she had kissed him the night before, and he really wanted to kiss her again, she was just there… so close, looking at his lips. He cleared his throat "So… Coulson. They did this thing to him" He pulled his hand back "But he would never do that to you. He really cared about you, like a father"
Something sparkled in her eyes "Like a father?"
"Yes, he would never let something like that happen to you"
"What if he had a good reason?"
"But then why would he let you go alone… hold on a second. You remember running away from New York when the machines attacked, right?" Skye nodded "But you never lived in New York, I mean, we don't know if you came here on your own or if you just remember it"
"What are you getting at?"
"It's just a big coincidence… I mean, you ended up here, why?"
"And you were living here…" She added.
"Maybe he had a good reason and he had to protect you… Maybe he found me, and he sent you here because he knew I would protect you"
"So…"
"The war ended, and you appeared here, and I found you… this has to mean something"
"We really need to find this team"
"Wait, what if he really sent you away for a reason?"
"So what? I can't spend the rest of my life like this" She frowned.
"But it could be dangerous if we just show up. Also we're just tapping in the dark here"
"Come on, what could be so important about me? We need answers" She said and he avoided her eyes. He remembered what Raina had told him years ago… about Skye's parents.
"But I'm not putting your life at risk for some answers"
"Oh but it is MY LIFE, Ward, and my answers… my decision" She stood up and her voice grew louder.
Grant sighed "Ok, we can think about something just… maybe we can contact them in a safe way"
"And how?"
"What do you mean how? I have a laptop…"
She frowned "So what? You have their email?"
When he was about to ask someone knocked on his door. He panicked.
"Hide!" He whispered.
"What? Why? Come on, no one is looking for us"
"We don't know. Hide" He said with authority and then pulled a gun out from under his bed. Skye took a step back.
He walked to the door and waited for her to hide in the bathroom.
He opened.
"Tom!... wooooow!" Said his neighbour; clearly panicked when he saw the gun "It's just me!"
"What are you doing?" He said putting the gun down.
"I don't know, I heard voices. I wanted to check on you, you just came back. Is somebody here?"
"No, Mr. Harris, You can go. I'm just… tired, I want to be alone"
The man frowned "Are you sure? They are organizing a celebration, you know… you could use some distraction"
"I'm just fine"
"But-"
Grant closed the door "Thanks Mr. Harris"
"Wow, now that was very rude" Skye's voice surprised him; she was sitting on his bed.
"I told you to hide!"
"I did, but it was just your very nice, worried neighbor"
Grant sighed, "Skye, this is… important" He said after taking a few seconds to pick the right word.
"You mean me?" She said, and he nodded.
"I just don't trust people" she smiled and he continued "And I've never liked him"
"Still. You just pulled a gun on your poor neighbor, which leads me to…. You have a freaking gun!"
"Of course I do"
"Have you ever killed someone?" She asked an he smiled "Why is it funny?"
"We had this conversation before"
"And?"
"I have" He swallowed "The first time I told you that I had killed high risk targets, who wanted to hurt good people, but I have killed good people too. I'm a killer"
Skye nodded in understanding, she looked hurt "Have I?"
"What?"
"Killed someone?"
Gran just shook his head "Not that I know. You were always better than me" He added with a sad smile.
"Well, you're not that bad. You can't be. I can see it"
He swallowed "I… I'm really tired. I'll need a pillow"
"Uhm… are you going to sleep on the floor?"
"Believe me, I've slept in worst places"
"Your bed is very big, I mean… I don't mind sharing it. It's your bed after all. I should be the one sleeping on the floor."
"I don't think that's appropriate"
She chuckled "Come on, grandpa. I'm tired, so are you. I won't bite"
He smiled and went to the bathroom to change his clothes. When he came back Skye was half asleep and occupying just a little portion of his queen sized bed. He didn't even have to touch her. He wouldn't dare.
He accommodated himself on the bed and started falling asleep quickly… until he felt her moving closer. Skye snuggled next to him, and then kissed his cheek softly.
"G'night" She whispered with a smile. She knew how he felt about her, it was pretty obvious, and even if she couldn't remember him she felt safe around him, just…. happy, maybe she used to have feelings for him too, and she really wanted to remember.
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