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This chapter is based on Marvel's Agents of SHIELD Episode Two: 0-8-4

Chapter Two: A New Start

He looked up from his book as he heard her enter the lounge area. She was wearing a loose fitting grey shirt and black yoga pants. In her hand she held a bottle of liquor. He looked up at her, quickly, watching the two Peruvian army men out if the corner of his eyes.

"Hunger Games?" She questioned, looking down at the book in his hands.
"Battlehorn," he replied not looking up from his book. "One of the hundreds of books my SO gave me that I'm only now getting around to read them." She looked at him questionly.
"SO? Supervising Officer," Grant offered. Skye nodded.
"Right. Got it. You know hackers have lingo too." He shot her a dirty look. "Not that you'd want to know," she said quickly. "But I'll pick yours up." She sighed when he still pretended to be reading the damn book.

She walked over to him and sat down on the coffee table in front of him.
"Look. I feel like you and I, that we, got off on the wrong foot." She paused, giving the agent a sideways glance. He still didn't look up. "Can I buy you a drink?" She shook the glass, making the amber contents swirl around.

She finally got the reaction she was looking for. He looked up at her and, dare she say it, gave her a small smile and a slight chuckle, setting the book down.
"What I said before, when I said the Uprising was... A good thing or whatever I said. I don't want you to think I'm oblivious. What- what I was talking about was the tweets. She nervously brushed a dark lock of her hair behind her ear.

"Tweets?" Ward asked, slightly annoyed. "Are you trying to make things better or worse, love?"
"Peruvians have organized for the first time in decades. Thousands of suffering people, who never met, uniting over a common idea? It's..." She searched for the right word. "Mind blowing." Her face lit up as she smiled. She began pouring the liquor into a glass.

"Now. I don't really want to bring it up, because I don't want to see your hate face." She looked up, briefly flashing him an impish smile. He stared at her, daring her to go on.
"But, that's what the Rising Tide is all about." He blinked, taken aback. What did he care about her organization?
"Okay..."

"Usually, one person doesn't have the solution..."
"That's how I was taught." Grant interrupted. "I was taught that I was the solution. I've never worked on a team. I go in there and I get the job done. I eliminate the threat."
"You're not Superman. I know what you want to believe but you need help. If you have one hundred people who each have one percent of the solution...? That'll get it done. I think that's beautiful... Pieces of solving a puzzle..." He leaned towards her, smiling slightly.

"You and I just see the world differently," he stated, looking at her. She shifted her body looking at the ground. "I've never been in a war zone during a war... Until today," she admitted. "I was terrified. Terrified that something would go wrong-"

"We're safe," he interrupted her, gently cupping her face in his hands, forcing her to look him in the eye. "You're safe. The team's safe. I'm right here. Nothing will hurt you." She looked away.
"Don't promise me something you can't keep."
"Skye, look at me. I swear I will protect you. You won't get hurt. I will keep you safe. That's my job." He released her and reached to grab his drink, which was beside her. This shift of his body gave Skye a clear view of the right side of his body. Just above his hip, a small portion of his white shirt was stained red. Skye gasped.

"Did you get shot?"
"Skin deep," he replied nonchalantly. "It's nothing to worry about."
"You got shot! Did that happen when you were protecting us? When you were protecting me?!" Grant smiled at her, trying to calm her down.
"I said don't worry about it."
"Well no wonder you were so pissed..."
"I wasn't pissed," he admitted. I was worried and stressed. You have never been on the field and I was worried about you. Fitz and Simmions may have been to the SHIELD Academy but they've never worked on the field. I couldn't let my team get hurt."

"I'm sorry, we're completely useless-"
"No, you're not. Skye, you hacked into SHIELD's personal files in less then five minuets. That's impressive. Fitz and Simmons have degrees I can't even pronounce and I have no clue what they're talking about most of the time. We all make up this team. However, I was trained to be the whole solution. To eliminate variables." He turned his head slightly to the right, watching the two Peruvian men. "And today," he sighed. "They keep adding up." He looked at Skye, trying to warn her.

"We're turning," she realized.
"We've entered restricted air space," he explained. "So we have to follow certain air paths. It's regulation." Skye nodded in affirmation. "This plane is capable of a fully automated flight, but May has to be on the stick herself tonight." Skye laughed lightly, pretending nothing was wrong. Her heart however was pounding in her chest. Something was wrong.

"You've got an SO, May's got a stick... Lots of good lingo on this plane," she winked at him. He smiled, while nodding
"Hm. Yeah," he sighed. "We just can't seem to understand each other," he said looking up at her. His gaze returned to the two Peruvian men playing cards, speaking softly to one another. Their game halted, one of the men giving the other man a pointed look.

"Skye, darling," Grant began sweetly. "Hand me the bottle." She looked up at him, sniggering.
"Okay, Turbo," she replied handing him the bottle. "But you're still nursing the one you got." He smirked, looking to the men.
"I'm not the only one." She followed his gaze, which rested upon the men. Comprehension dawned on her. Grant leaned towards her, breathing heavily. "Do you trust me," he whispered.
"Yes." He leaned forward as if to kiss her. Their lips were millimeters apart. The two men pulled out their guns and fired. Ward pulled Skye behind him, shielding her with his body. He shoved her onto the couch and pressed his body close to hers. The bullets sailed over their heads. Grant lifted himself a fraction off of Skye, his hands beside her head, bracing his weight as not to crush her. "Get of here, Skye," he whispered, getting off her. "Meet me in the lab." She did not protest and ran from the lounge. She looked back and saw Ward fighting off the men.
"GO," he shouted. Their eyes met and she nodded before disappearing from the room.

A/N: Hi guys! Sorry it's been so long since I last updated! But here's Chapter 2 (finally!) So I hope you all enjoyed :) Please leave a review and tell me your thoughts :) I always love to hear from my readers! But no flames. I mean, come on people. It's Christmas! I hope u all enjoyed!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

~Katherine