Us.
Words: 645
Couple: Grant Ward and Skye
TV Show: Agents of SHIELD
Disclaimer: All characters you recognize do not belong to me.
AU.

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Request:If your character could have one physical thing at this moment, what would they want?

She'd killed someone. Her breaths came out in short, sharp, intervals as she pressed herself back against the concrete wall with her hands pressed tightly to her closed eyes as she processed this knowledge. Trying to understand what had occurred was the most difficult part of this, because she didn't understand. It had just happened. She got angry and then, the man was flung up against a wall with the distinctive noise of bones cracking following it.

She'd killed him.

Her breaths become sobs, her body tremors as she tries to calm herself down. Her back slides down the wall and Skye pulls her knees up to her chest as she shakes. Attempting to open her eyes, she looks up to find the door across the room opening slightly, beside it the body.

Murderer. Monster.

"Skye?"

She lets out a sob, squeezing her eyes closed tightly so she couldn't look at the body anymore. There are footsteps, Grant Ward making his way to her, but she doesn't open her eyes when they stop, and she feels him pressing a hand to the side of her face.

"Skye, I need you to look at me, please."

She shakes her head, if she opens her eyes, the body will be there again. If she just supressed the thought enough she might be able to make it out of the room, maybe.

"Skye, please. Open your eyes Rookie."

The nickname triggers another sob, another round of shaking her head, and for her to reach up to grip the arm extended towards her. The man in front of her isn't the one she'd been begging for, he was long gone, buried beneath a large pile of HYRDA lies.

"Please, Skye."
"I killed him."

Her voice is a whisper, and she feels so pathetically broken. This was exactly what her father had been talking about, her powers would be uncontrollable and unpredictable. She would need his help to keep it together.

"It wasn't your fault, Skye, it's okay."
She sobs, her grip on his arm tightening, "I killed him."

The door opens again, and she can hear wheels across the floor, Jemma Simmons' voice warning someone else to be careful before the sound leaves the room and the door shuts.

"Skye, I need you to open your eyes and look at me."

There's something wet on her cheeks as she takes a deep breath, trying to calm her sobs down. Slowly opening her eyes, she finds her former SO crouched in front of her, a smile on his face. He runs his thumb underneath her eyes and the smiles widens.

"You did nothing wrong," he reminds her, moving his other hand to cup her cheek, "Absolutely nothing wrong."
"Grant, I killed him."
"Not your fault," the specialist states firmly.
"Grant."

A rouge sob escapes, and the man in front of her slowly stands, a hand having moved to her waist to help her up with him. When he pulls her into his arms, she has to close her eyes again and tuck her head into the crook of his shoulder. She can't look over to the door, the body could still be there. A hand cradles the back of her head, and the other holds her tightly against him.

"I want to go home," she murmurs into his neck, feeling herself start to shake again.
She feels him nod, his hand moving in small circles on her back to sooth her, "We'll go wherever you need to, Rookie."

The circles being traced on her back continue until the sobs stop coming, until she's taking deep breaths into his shoulder, and she's relaxed, calm. She feels him press his lips to her temple, and his hand move away from her head to turn them so he's guiding her out of the room.

"It's going to be alright, Skye. I promise you."

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There's still so many prompts left but where is the muse? Oh my.

THAT FREAKING PREMIERE. That was so unfair! The whole FitzSimmons thing. And Grant. OMG. NO. DONE.

That is all.

Thank you!

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