Hey guys! I'd like to give a quick shout-out to the two people who inspired me to get this chapter up as soon as I could. FourTrisOnFire and thwatchtower300341. Your reviews are what inspired me to get this chapter up. BTW, FourTrisOnFire, absolutely LOVE your name!
Anyways, hope you all like this chapter! It's gonna be dramatic with May talking some sense into two very difficult agents. Read on, fellow fanfictioners!
Olivia and Elliot jogged into the hospital. They immediately spotted Skye's team milling around a room, with Grant pacing back and forth. Olivia decided that it was best to get answers out of May. "Agent May," She said to the agent, "How's Skye?"
"We don't know." May answered, "The doctor is in there telling her when she can leave. All we know is that Skye can leave today, so it shouldn't be too drastic."
Olivia and Elliot breathed a sigh of relief at the news. Just then, the doctor came out of Skye's room. Grant rushed over to him. "How is she?" He asked with worry lacing his voice.
"She's gonna be perfectly fine." The doctor said and the team immediately relaxed.
"What exactly happened?" Coulson asked.
"Well, because of all the pressure she was putting on her abdomen," The doctor started, "some of her stitches got re-opened."
"Wait," Grant said, "Stitches? She never said anything about stitches."
Olivia looked at Elliot with a worried expression. Skye's lies were falling apart. "Well, yes." The doctor said, "Some of her wounds were so deep, that they required stitches. That's what the pain medications were for."
Grant and Coulson turned to the detectives. "Did you two know about this?" Grant asked accusingly.
"Yes." Elliot sighed, "We did and she told us not to tell you."
Grant's expression hardened and so did Coulson's. Coulson turned to the doctor. "Can we see her?" He asked.
"Of course." The doctor answered, "She should be done changing by now."
"Stay out here." Coulson ordered to the detectives and his team, "Ward, come with me." They pushed open Skye's door.
They found Skye sitting on the bed with her legs hanging over the side. She had changed into a plain maroon tank top, skinny jeans, and black converse. Grant's heart broke at the sight of her arms covered in bruises and cuts, but then he remembered what the doctor told them. Skye looked up at them with tears welling up in her eyes. She knew that they found out. She looked back down at her shoes without saying a word.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Coulson all but shouted at her.
"I'm sorry." Skye said quietly.
"You're sorry?" Grant yelled. Skye let one tear fall at the volume. "Why didn't you tell us?"
"I don't know." Skye responded, finally looking up at them.
"Do you know how dangerous that was?" Coulson shouted.
"If you had done anything more, you could've bled to death, Skye!" Ward shouted.
"But I didn't!" Skye defended, with more tears falling by the minute.
"But you could've!" Ward retorted.
"Coulson, Ward!" A new voice yelled. They turned to see May standing in the doorway, Fitzsimmons standing close behind her. She pointed to them, "You two, out in the hallway! Fitzsimmons," She looked at the science duo, "stay here with Skye."
Fitzsimmons nodded and walked into the room. They sat on either side of Skye. Coulson and Grant stayed where they were. May rolled her eyes. She grabbed both their collars and dragged them out into the hallway. "May, I told you to stay outside." Coulson said.
"That's before I heard you two yelling at Skye." May defended, "What the hell were you two thinking of doing that?"
"She didn't tell us important information concerning her health." Coulson retorted.
"I understand that." May said, "But that gives you no right to yell at her like that!"
"She should've told us…" Grant started but May cut him off.
"I know she should've. But she didn't." May softened her voice to a calm volume, "Coulson, we've always told Skye that secrets were kept for a reason. Hell, Ward, you told her that the first day you met her! So, if she kept this secret from us, there has to be a reason behind it." Coulson and Grant nodded in agreement, "Now, instead of yelling at her for her stupid decision, how about we find out what that reason is? Maybe then we won't think it's so stupid."
"I guess she does have to have a reason behind keeping it secret." Grant sighed. Coulson nodded in agreement.
Seeing their reaction, May continued, "Ward, you should know better than anyone that Skye has just gone through something very traumatic. She can't go to sleep at night without nightmares waking her up. Right now, she's vulnerable and weak. She needs stability and protection. The last thing she needs is for the man she loves and who can give her that without question," She pointed at Grant accusingly, "and the father she found less than a week ago," She pointed at Coulson the same way, "yelling at her. That's the worst thing you can do for her at this point. And I know both of you only want the best for her."
Coulson sighed as Grant ran a hand through his hair. "We're idiots aren't we?" Coulson asked.
"That's obvious, sir!" Grant said, "We have to fix this."
"I think I already told you how." May said and pointed to Skye's room. Grant and Coulson sighed and turned the knob.
In the room, Fitzsimmons were still sitting on either side of Skye. Fitz was holding her hand gently and Simmons had her arm around her shoulders. Skye looked at them for a split second before looking back at the floor. "I'd rather you not yell at me again." Skye said quietly.
Grant stepped forward and stooped in front of her so she faced him. "Skye," He said softly, "I am so sorry. It was a stupid move on my part for yelling at you at this point."
"On both our parts." Coulson corrected standing next to Grant, "We should've let you explain."
Skye still had tears lingering in her eyes as she replayed their words in her head. Grant saw them. He leaned up and gently pressed his lips to hers. His hand cupped the back of her neck while hers fisted his shirt. After a minute, Grant pulled back. Looking her straight in the eyes, he asked, "Forgive us now?"
Skye smiled and laughed a little, "Yes." Both Grant and Coulson smiled. Suddenly, Skye stood up. Leaving her confused team members in her room, she went to Olivia and Elliot in the lobby. "Detective Benson?" They both turned to her, "Do you still have the pictures of the wounds that you were gonna show the court?"
"Yes." Olivia answered, "They're out in my car."
"Can I have them?" Skye asked.
"Of course." Olivia answered, "Let me get them for you."
Olivia and Elliot left the hospital. Skye turned around to see the team standing behind her. "I'm gonna show you the wounds." She said, "There's something you should know about them."
"Why did you hide them from us?" Simmons asked.
"It's a long explanation." Skye answered. Just then, Olivia and Elliot came back with a folder. Olivia handed Skye the folder. Skye could feel the pictures in it. "Thank you, detectives." The detectives nodded in response, "Let's go back to the bus."
Back on the bus, Skye led the team into the lounge area. She clutched the folder tightly to her chest. The team sat while she remained standing. Seeing all their expectant looks, she took a deep breath and started, "You all know that Ben raped me at knife-point." The all nodded and Grant cringed at the words, "Well, he didn't just threaten me with the knife, he used the knife and cut me deep enough to make me suffer. He didn't want to kill me. He just wanted me to suffer. And…" She stopped as she tried to choke back tears. Tried, and failed. She threw the folder down on the table.
With that, she ran out of the room with tears streaming down her face. Grant, being his usual self, got up and chased after her. Skye ran straight into his bunk. Well, their bunk since she'd been sleeping in it ever since they got together. Grant followed her in, locking the door behind him. "Why don't you want to see the wounds?" She asked as she looked up at him.
"Cause I want to see them for real." Grant answered, "They're the reason you didn't want your shirt to ride up even the slightest lately. The reason you were in the hospital again." Skye wrapped her arms around her stomach and felt her stitches beneath her shirt. Grant pulled her up onto her feet and gently kissed her forehead. "Please, Skye."
Hearing the softness in his voice, Skye decided to do as he said. Still with her insecurity, she turned her back to him. She took the hem of her tank top in her hands and pulled it over her head. Throwing it onto the bed, she turned around to face him with her arms covering the wounds. Grant gingerly pried her arms from her stomach. Finally seeing the wounds made his blood boil with anger at Ben. When he didn't say anything, Skye looked down. A few tears escaped her eyes and fell to the floor. "Skye…" He said quietly.
Just hearing him saying her name made her burst into tears. Sobs racked her body and her cheeks were wet with tears. Grant gently pulled her into his arms. She fisted his shirt and cried onto his chest.
That was kinda a weird ending huh? Well, don't worry. The next chapter is going to be filled with Skyeward fluffiness galore! So, keep watching!
Quote of the day: Not every Angel needs wings –Hope (My friend Hope came up with this. Don't remember her last name though)
Song Suggestion: You Are Not Alone –Michael Jackson (One of my dad's absolute favorite songs!
