Request from : Can you do the one where Skye is the one with Fitz under the ocean (in season 1) and it's Skye who's lacking oxygen. And it's Coulson and May who help her.
Sorry! I thought I had already posted this request! Thanks for reading :):)
"I'm sorry, Fitz."
"Skye?"
"I'm sorry that there isn't any good left in Ward. If I had trained more I could've tried to fight back...I could've-"
"No, no. You wouldn't have been able to take him anyway. You were right, some people are just evil."
The two sat slumped against the wall of the containment pod. The water outside cast a blue lighting, emphasizing the somber mood.
"We gotta get out of here." Skye grunted as she stood. The cut on her forehead had finally stopped bleeding and she was beginning to get some of her energy back. She wrapped an arm around her (most likely broken) ribs and stood up. "We can get a signal. Let me just-"
"I tried it already Skye. It won't work."
"Well, maybe you missed something." Skye snapped back as she began to desperately try to reconnect the wires. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it was enough time for her to realize that there was no way out of this. She sat curled up across from Fitz who had his head against the window. Skye blinked back the tears as she thought about the past few months with her team.
"I never got the chance to tell Jemma that… that I love her." Fitz interrupted her thoughts.
"I knew it!" Skye smiled.
"Now we're trapped at the bottom of the ocean."
"My entire life I spent searching for my parents, for a family. But, I know now. You guys are my family. I know this is the end, but I wouldn't trade it for the world." Skye let a tear slip down her cheek. Fitz watched his friend and knew he had to do something.
"No, no, no. We can fix this." Fitz muttered, then proceeded to tamper with the window.
"Fitz… what're you doing?"
"As soon as I connect these wires, you're going to use this oxygen mask, okay? The water will come rushing in and it'll feel like 100 punches to the gut, but you can make it. A breath of oxygen will release and you'll have to swim to the surface."
"Wait, Fitz. I can't, you can't just…no! That's wrong!" Skye tried to protest.
"Yes. Yes, I can."
"No." Skye protested and stole the oxygen mask out of Fitz's hands. "They need you more than me."
Fitz tried to fight back, but Skye was too quick. She simply pushed him aside and connected the wires herself. The water rushed in, but Fitz didn't let that stop him from dragging his friend through the wave. He swam determinedly towards the surface and finally reached it. The water splashed around them while Fitz struggled to keep Skye's head above the water.
"Help! Somebody!" Fitz coughed and splashed. With each passing minute he was getting more tired and worried. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold both of them up while treading water.
"Damn it! Somebody, help!" Fitz choked back tears and salt water. The waves were getting rough and he kept coughing in an attempt to keep the water from entering his lungs. Finally, when he thought he couldn't take it any longer, he heard the oh so familiar sound of a plane.
"Yes! Yes!" He cheered, "Skye, we're going to be alright. I got you."
The Bus hovered over the pair and pulled them into the plane. Upon entering the Bus, Coulson, May, and Simmons were waiting to take care of their team members.
"We need to get them to medical immediately!" Simmons ordered. "Get Skye into the lab!"
Coulson immediately scooped Skye into his arms and made a beeline to the lab.
"We're going to have to put him into a hyperbaric chamber. He'll be okay though." Simmons and May dragged Fitz towards the chamber and Coulson came over to help lift the young agent. Simmons called for Trip, so May traded places with him in the cockpit. Coulson paced as Simmons and Trip operated on Skye. He'd almost lost her once before and this time there was no miracle drug to save her. Out of everything that had happened over the past few days, this had to be the worst. Damn Ward.
Days passed by and Skye showed no signs of waking from her coma. They had landed at the Playground and had more medical resources, but there was still no improvement. May and Coulson took turns staying with the girl, and it was emotionally draining to see the once hyper-active girl so still. The bedding seemed to swallow her thin frame and her cheeks were drained of color. The sight broke their hearts and they often begged her to wake. On day five May sat with her trainee.
"Come on, Skye. Fight. Wake up." May whispered and discreetly wiped a tear from her face. On day seven Coulson sat in the little room. He was reading her latest updates from social media. Simmons had suggested talking and reading to Skye, in case she could hear them.
Finally, on day nine things began to look up. At 10 a.m. she let out a small whine. Coulson thought it was the best sound he'd ever heard. He immediately called for Simmons and May who came running at the possibility of Skye waking up.
Sure enough, Skye awoke, but she wasn't her usual self. The next few days were extremely difficult for the team. Skye was having difficulty communicating and the only people she let close to her were Coulson, May, and occasionally Simmons. Her eyes were constantly filled with fear and confusion. Over the next couple weeks, the girl worked through physical therapy and speech rehabilitation. She was improving, but not fast enough to her liking. Coulson and May wouldn't give up on her, however, and continued to be her source of help and comfort.
"Alrighty, Skye," Coulson entered her bunk carrying a tray with two grilled cheese sandwiches and bowls of tomato soup, "Dinner is served."
He set the tray down on her desk and looked at her expectantly. Skye preferred eating dinner in her bunk these days. The new recruits bustling around the base made her self-conscious at times.
"Skye, you coming?"
"Um… I'm…" She took a deep breath before continuing, "I, uh, don't w-want to… um eat."
"It's your favorite." Coulson coaxed. Skye sighed and reluctantly left the coziness of her bed. She took a bite out of the sandwich and had to admit that the melted cheese and toasted bread was delicious. Coulson talked about the events occurring around the base and how the new recruits were doing. Skye listened and tried to grab a spoonful of soup, but due to the shakiness of her hands, ended up spilling the liquid as she was bringing the spoon towards her mouth. Coulson moved to help her, but she pushed his arm away, frustrated.
"I-I can do it." She snapped, but in her attempt to wipe up the mess she spilled her glass of water. Coulson grabbed her trembling hands and looked her in the eyes.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm here to help, okay? It's okay, Skye." Fat tears rolled down her cheeks while she watched him clean up her mess. He's always cleaning up my messes, she thought angrily. She was tired of feeling helpless.
"Skye, these things happen. You are getting better." Skye just looked away. "May told me about your progress in PT this morning. You're ahead of schedule. We are all very impressed and proud."
"Then why… why can't I um…" She let out a grunt of frustration as she tried to form her words. "Why can't I… t-talk? O-or even, um, t-type?"
"Because, " Coulson said, giving her shoulder a squeeze, "it takes time."
A few weeks after, everyone saw her progress grow exponentially, well everyone except herself. Skye was in the gym doing simple training exercises with May when she tripped over herself. May, having extremely quick reflexes, caught the girl before she could completely faceplant. Skye took one look at her S.O. and walked out of the gym. She was furious with herself.
I can't do anything right. I can't write, I can't type, and now I can't even do easy training. You're weak! She slammed her fist down on her desk and fought back tears.
"Did that make you feel better?" May asked from the doorway causing Skye to jump a little in response.
"No. I-I, um, j-just…"
"You're healing. Skye, we can all see your progress, you need to start seeing it yourself." May said in a stern, but kind voice.
"Y-yeah but m-my hands-"
"Will get better. But you need to be patient with yourself. We're all here to help you, let us." She gave Skye an encouraging smile before leaving Skye to her own devices.
A few months later Skye was nearly back to her sarcastic, quick-witted self. She still stumbled over her words and couldn't hack as quick as she used to, but she was still getting better every day. One evening, Skye was relaxing on the couch while the rest of the team watched a documentary on cuttlefish. Not long after the documentary began, May and Coulson joined their team, sitting on either side of Skye. As soon as Coulson sat down next to her she leaned into his side. She told herself it was because she was exhausted, which was partially true, but after the day she had she really just needed some form of comfort. Coulson was slightly surprised at how open she was, but decided that she had been through quite a bit lately, so he'd allow himself to be her source of comfort. Skye hadn't been a part of his life for very long, but there was something about her that caused him and May to open their hearts to her.
"Thank you." She whispered just loud enough for both May and Coulson to hear. May raised an eyebrow in question.
"For b-believing in me -and being patient. I'm going to become a real kickass agent. Next time I'll be able t-to fight. I'm not going to be defenseless anymore." Skye said with a determined look on her face. Coulson smiled down at the young agent who was now drifting off to sleep on his shoulder.
"You're already a good agent. With May's training, someday you'll be the best of us all." He said to her, and he meant it.
