She's a mess, a drunken mess. He'd seemed like a decent guy. he was going to take her home where they could... until she backed out and he got mad. She'd kneed him in the balls when he'd tried to make an advance at her then quickly made a run for it to her car.
She doesn't think he followed but she can barely focus on anything, the alcohol and tears bluring her senses. She could call Phil but she doesn't want him to be mad, any more mad than he had been with her nowadays. She could call Jemma but she's out of town with her new boyfriend. Everyone is slowly leaving her it seems, and that just makes her cry even more. She's got one other option but she won't let it be an option. she'd rather stay in the car and wait until she sobers up, but she's in a bad part of town and the guy might still be out there... so she lets her pride go and makes the call.
"Skye?" the voice is skeptical.
"I-" and she sobs because she has no idea where to start.
"Where are you?" he's worried and she doesn't understand why, when she's been nothing but awful to him, the drunken mind sometimes holds the honest truth.
the directions come in between sobs.
"Who is it?" Kara. Skye finds herself snorting.
"Skye. I need to go."
"Wait, what?"
"She's in trouble."
"Should I come?"
"it's fine, I'll call you tomorrow"
Skye doesn't know why, but she finds herself smiling at their exchange.
"Skye I'm on my way, just stay where you are, okay?"
she nods not realising that he can't see her and hangs up the phone.
She glugs down the rest of the jack daniels, preparing herself for a lecture from Ward.
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It feels like hours that he's been driving to find her, he's starting to panic but he won't allow it to affect him. When he finally sees her car, he sighs in relief.
"Skye," he knocks on the window. She jumps but then lets him in when she realises who it is and he settles into the passanger seat.
"are you going to tell me what's going on?"
She shakes her head as tears roll down her cheek.
"Skye..."
"I know Ward okay? you don't need to tell me, I'm a stupid little girl and you're better than me in every single way."
"That wasn't what I was going to say Skye."
"Arggh why are you being so nice to me? It's infruriating when all I ever am is a bitch to you..."
"True," he laughs and she looks at him with a drunken smile.
"but believe it or not I care about Phil," his teeth catch the corner of his lip.
She looks at him, really looks at him like she's analysing him and he drops his head.
"Why did you leave Kara?" her voice is husky.
"Because you needed me."
She begins fidgeting with her fingers, "I don't deserve it..."
"You're drunk Skye, in the morning you'll have something to complain about."
She laughs, "true," and he laughs back as they smile at each other. Maybe just maybe this is a truce.
"You won't tell Phil?"
"I promise."
"Even though you care about him...?"
"I care about you too," he says and she goes back to analysing his face before he looks away.
"Come on we should get you home, can you walk?"
"I'm drunk Ward, I'm not an invalid."
His lips edge into a smile and he nods."Right. We've got to switch sides..."
"What about your car?"
"I'll pick it up in the morning."
"This isn't a nice neighbourhood Ward..."
"I don't care, lets just switch so we can go home."
Skye tugs down on her lip before fumbling out of the car. Grant quickly gets out too, just in case she needs his help, which as it turns out she does as she almost slides to the floor.
"woah there," he wraps his arms around her and pulls her to her feet.
"Ow, your touch is like steel, Ward!" she cringes in his arms.
Grant can't help the laughter that escapes him.
"Don't laugh at me," she turns and pokes his chest.
"Okay Skye," he smirks.
"You're an ass."
"Nothing I haven't heard before," he mumbles before helping her to the other side.
"I can do this myself," she shoos him away but doesn't make any move to leave his hold.
When she's slumped in the passanger seat, she finally feels safe and peaceful and she can't help her eyes from closing.
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She doesn't know how long she's been out for but when her eyes flicker open, she hasn't forgetten the events of the evening.
she looks to Ward and he looks exhausted. She's sorry that she's probably disrupted his sleep. She sighs and goes to look out the window.
Grant flickers a glance her way.
"There was a guy... I was going to... but I backed out and then he tried to- but I didn't let him..." She chokes.
His grip on the steering wheel tightens as his jaw tenses.
"Do you remember what he was driving?"
"No, I don't even know if he owned a car..."
Grant nods and tugs over his lip. "Do you remember what he looked like?"
He hadn't lectured, hadn't acted superior, he just cared... she doesn't deserve it. Doesn't deserve him... All this time she's been acting like such a brat.
She turns to him and rests her hand on his. she's left surprised when he doesn't retreat, so she goes on.
"It's fine Ward, I'm fine," she tries to reassure.
He doesn't say anything but she notes his grip loosen slightly.
She drops her hand, "I'm sorry..."
Ward frowns, "Skye, this isn't your fault you don't need to be sorry."
and he's still thinking about her. What was wrong with her?
"I know- I know that. I'm just sorry for how I've been treating you. Phil's right, you're a good guy..."
Ward shrugs.
"Stop acting so modest, it's annoying," she finds herself laughing.
She notices the corners of his lips spread, "just glad you're okay, Skye."
She smiles and places her hand over his again. They're at a traffic light and this time he glances down at the touch before going back to the road. She quickly pulls away and goes back to looking out the window.
"Your appology's accepted."
Skye smiles, maybe this is a truce after all.