Hey guys! I'm glad you liked the last chapter! This, honestly, is the longest story I've ever had. I'm hoping that the tenth chapter will be the last one.
And BTW, WHAT THE HELL?! They leave Skye on her deathbed and then expect us to wait a month for the next episode?! They better have Mayward break up and Skyeward scenes and fluffiness galore if they don't want me to come down there and murder them!
Anyways, hope you all enjoy!
Olivia ran out after Skye, leaving the team confused. She caught up with Skye on the steps of the courtroom. "Skye!" She called, "What's gotten into you?"
Skye froze in the spot she was. Olivia saw her hand lift up to wipe tears away from her cheeks. Skye's eyes locked with the heavy traffic on the street in front of her. "I can't do this anymore." She said, her voice cracking slightly.
"What?" Olivia asked. She heard Grant and the team run out behind her. She held up a hand to tell them to be quiet.
"I can't do this anymore!" Skye almost shouted, eyes still on the speeding cars, "The nightmares. The fear. Everything! No matter what Grant says, I know I'm not strong. I can't close my eyes without wanting to scream at the images in front of me! I can't take it anymore!" Skye took a step towards the traffic.
Olivia and the team finally understood what she wanted to do. Skye took another step forward. "Skye, don't do it!" She pleaded. Skye ignored her and took another step forward. Grant stepped forward towards her, but Olivia stopped him. "Think of your team. Your father. Think of Grant! What do you think they would do if you did this?"
"Their lives would all be better off without me!" Skye argued. The team looked at each other in fear. Simmons covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her crying. Fitz enveloped her in a hug. Grant kept his eyes on Skye. "They won't have to deal with my PTSD. They won't have to deal with me jumping at every little sound. Grant won't have to worry about me running to him every ten fucking minutes! I don't deserve to be here!" Skye took another step, now on the edge of the curb.
"Skye, you know that's not true." Olivia defended, "This team is your family. Coulson just got his daughter back. He doesn't want to let her go again! Grant loves you! I know that if you die, so will Grant!"
"Grant deserves someone who won't wake him up in the middle of the night with her nightmares." Skye said, "Tell Fitzsimmons I always thought of them as a brother and a sister. Tell May she was like a mother to me. Tell Coulson it's nice to finally know who my father was. And Grant," Skye took a second to choke back the tears welling up in her eyes, "tell him he'll always be my Superman." With that Skye looked to see a car speeding towards her and stepped into its path.
"Skye!" Grant yelled and ran as fast as humanly possible to her.
At the last second, Grant pushed Skye out of the way and onto the platform that separated the street. They rolled onto the ground with him on top of her. "Grant," Skye said breathlessly, "What the hell?"
"I'm not letting you kill yourself!" Grant said accusingly.
"I don't deserve to be here!" Skye argued, "You should've let me kill myself!"
"No!" Grant said quickly. He leaned down and captured her lips with his. Skye instantly relaxed and responded. After a minute, he pulled away, "I know that I'll never find someone who can make me feel the way you do. Skye, you're the best thing to ever happen to me, and the team. We don't care about your PTSD. It's normal. It will go away. You just need to give it time."
"I don't want to have to go through it any longer!" Skye struggled under his grip.
"You can! And you will!" He said. She stopped struggling and looked at him, her eyes shinning with unshed tears. "We'll help you. I'll help you. We won't turn our backs on you."
At that one sentence, Skye stopped struggling. She sat there, staring up into his eyes. Then, all of a sudden, burst into tears. Grant sat up and pulled her into his embrace. For what seemed like hours, Skye cried onto his shirt. He just held her and whispered soothing words in her ear.
The next day, Grant walked into the hospital. He left Skye with the team saying he needed to run an errand. He walked up to the door the nurse specified. Turning the knob, he walked into the room. Sitting on the bed with his hand in wrapping, was Ben. "Grant?"
"Hello, Ben." Grant said in a sickly sweet voice.
"What are you doing here?" Ben asked.
"What, I can't visit my brother in the hospital?"
"Wouldn't be likely after he just got convicted of raping your girlfriend and you shot him in the hand." Ben argued, holding up his bandaged hand.
"Smart boy." Grant noted.
"What are you really doing here?"
"I came to tell you what I've been thinking since I found out you were the one who raped Skye." Grant said. Ben looked at him expectantly. "Look, I hated you when we were kids. That's a given. I mean, you beat the crap out of Will and me. But, what's funny is that I still had this sliver of hope that since we grew up, you wouldn't be such a jackass." Grant started pacing in front of the bed, "Then a little while ago, I get a call that my girlfriend's in the hospital. Naturally, I rush down there only to find out she was there because she was raped." Grant gritted his teeth and placed both hands on the bed frame. He leaned forward a little bit. "Before she told us who did it, I still had that sliver of hope. Then she tells us she knows who did it. Once she tells us, that sliver of hope just disappears. Now you want to know what I hope happens to you?" Ben shifted in the bed and looked at him expectantly again, "I hope that when you're in prison, you get raped so maybe you'll know what she went through."
With that, Grant pushed himself off the bed frame and turned to leave. Right as he was about to leave, Ben called after him, "You know what that sliver of hope says about you?" Grant turns back, "That you're an idiot." Grant didn't respond, as he had expected something like that. He turned back towards the door. Just then, Ben stopped him again, "By the way, that bitch you call a girlfriend was asking for it."
Grant whipped around, ran to the bed, and grabbed Ben's neck. He clenched tighter with every passing second. Ben was struggling for breath when they heard from the doorway, "Agent Ward!"
Grant turned to see Elliot standing there. Elliot came and tore Grant off of Ben. Grant felt a sense of satisfaction go through him as he heard Ben gasp for breath. "What the hell was that?" Elliot asked him. Grant stayed silent, still glaring at his brother, "Do you think Skye would want you doing this? She needs you right now and you come down here to threaten your brother? He's going to prison. That's what Skye wants. For him to be punished. He won't be if he's dead because of you."
Grant took a few deep breaths. He turned back to Ben. "You come anywhere near Skye again or even say anything about her, and I will rip your heart out and make you choke on it. Got it?" Ben nodded weakly.
With that, Grant turned and stormed out of the room. He jumped in the SHIELD van and drove back towards the hanger. Skye needed him right now and Skye was his top priority.
Back on the plane, Grant came into the lounge area to see Fitzsimmons cuddled together on the floor next to the couch. On the couch was Skye hugging her knees to her chest wearing black sweatpants and a faded blue sweatshirt with her hair tied back in a braid. Grant recognized it immediately. "Is that my sweatshirt?"
Skye looked up and smiled when her eyes found his. She released her knees and he sat down next to her. "Yeah." She answered quietly, leaning into him and placing her head on his chest. Grant smiled at her answer. He wrapped an arm around her and kissed the top of her head. "So what did you have to go do?"
Grant hesitated a second before answering, "I went to talk to Ben."
"What?" Skye sat up to face him, "You went to talk to my rapist?"
She started to get angry, so Grant said quickly, "I just had to tell him what I'd been thinking since I found out he raped you."
"And what would that be?" Fitz asked.
Grant took Skye's hand in his and looked her dead in the eye as he said, "I told him that I hoped he got raped in prison so he would know what he put you through."
Fitzsimmons looked at each other in shock. Skye looked shocked too for a second before smiling and laughing a little. "You're amazing, you know that?" She asked sarcastically.
"You might have mentioned it once or twice." Grant joked.
"Did you just crack a joke?" Skye said, laughing a little more.
"I think I did," He answered, earning more laughs from Skye. "And I consider it a success considering you're smiling and laughing." Skye let out one more laugh before going silent. "I love you, Skye."
Skye smiled, "That's the first time you said it first." Grant smiled and captured her lips with his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Grant's grip on her waist tightened slightly "I love you too," She said between kisses.
"Skye," Simmons said, causing them to break apart and turn their attention to the Brit. Simmons gave her a look that suggested something secretive. "Isn't there something you wanted to show Ward?" Fitz shot her the same look as Simmons.
Grant sat up straighter, "What are you talking about?"
How was that? I think the next chapter is gonna be the last one. Also, check out my new Skyeward one-shot series, "Skyeward's Encore" They're all based off of Hunter Hayes' album Encore. He's amazing and a ton of his songs describe Skyeward. Check it out!
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