Grant is 28 when Skye admits her feelings.

Grant was on his way to an assignment. His boss had called him early in the morning about a job out in the country. Some sort of paranoid billionaire in need of some assistance transporting some important documents. He plugged in the address into his GPS and was on his way. Traffic wasn't so bad on Saturday mornings, so he was zipping through the lights with no problem.

Next to him his phone began to ring. He took a cursory glance at the phone screen. It was an unknown number, so he ignored it and let it go to voicemail. He continued on in silence for a few minutes before the phone rang once more, again the Unknown number. This better be important. He thought as he reached over to grab the phone. He looked over at the seat, the phone inches way from his fingers. He leaned over and grasped the phone. He returned his focus on the road just in time to see an SUV run the red light in front of him.

Grant slammed on the breaks but the car was going too fast. He watched in horror as his car slammed into the back of the SUV. There was a loud crash and he could feel his body move forward, only to be stopped by his seatbelt. His body slammed back into the seat and his head fell forward, hitting the steering wheel and knocking him out.

When Grant woke up he head hurt like crazy, and his eyesight was blurred. He could see the ceiling lights pass him by as the EMT's wheeled him through the emergency room.

The male EMT relayed his information to the doctor who had drawn up next to him. "Male, late 20's, car crash. Some idiot ran the red light. Unconscious on the scene. In and out on the way here. Possible cranial injuries, plus damage from the glass and seatbelt." The doctor nodded and looked at Grant, smiling when she noticed his eyes open.

"Hello there sir. Would you mind telling me your name?" Grant opened his mouth, but no words came out. He tried again with the same result." The doctor gave him a sympathetic smile, and the EMT pulled out the wallet the had taken off of him at the scene,

"Grant Ward, 28." The doctor snapped to attention at the mention of his last name.

"Ward? Like senator Ward?" The EMT shrugged,

"Must be his son." They had arrived at the double doors leading into the surgery wing. They stopped for a brief moment, the doctor gestured to a nurse.

"Mr. Solis, I need you to find Mr. Ward's file, but I need you to do it discreetly. We don't want the press to find out before his father does." The male nurse nodded and took off towards the desk. Grant suddenly felt very sick. He leaned over the bed and vomited over the edge of bed.

"We need to get him to CT! And I need a clean-up here!" They pushed through the double doors and Grant's vision began to darken again before he lapsed into unconsciousness.

The headache was still there when Grant woke up again. This time it seemed a bit dulled, probably from whatever pain killers they gave him. He attempted to move, or even open his eyes, but his body was not cooperating. Instead, he focused on listening to his surroundings. There was the steady beep of the monitors on his left and he could hear the faint ringing of the phones at the nurses station, but the only other thing was the sound of breathing. His, and someone else. Based off the slow tempo, the other breather must have been sleeping.

He heard the creak of the door open and someone whisper,

"Skye?"

The other person, Skye, took a sharp inhale of breath.

"I'm sorry to wake you. The nurses told me I could find you here." Grant recognized the voice of Bobbi. "How's he doing?" Based off the shuffling, Skye had stood up from where she was napping and Bobbi entered the room fully.

"They said there was swelling in his brain, from hitting the steering wheel, but they did some surgery to alleviate the pressure. He's also got a couple broken ribs and a fractured wrist. Now they're just waiting to see if he wakes up to see if the surgery did it's job." The room was silent again for a few moments before Bobbi spoke again,

"Has the Senator seen him yet?"

"He was in here a couple hours ago with Mrs. Ward. They didn't stay too long." More silence. Skye finally spoke again. "Do you think he'll wake up? I mean, the doctors seem positive, but he was supposed to wake up hours ago." He heard Bobbi shift, presumably closer to Skye to comfort her.

"Grant is stubborn and strong. If he was going to die, he would've done it already." Skye gave a watery laugh, "His body just needs some time to heal, thats all." Skye sniffed,

"He told me he loved me." If it were't for the steady beeping of the machine, he probably would of thought his heart stopped. She heard me say it?

"Did he now?" Grant could hear the smile in Bobbi's voice. He had mentioned once to Bobbi that Jemma thought he was in love with Skye, and she had admitted that she had thought the same for a while.

"It was years ago. I was drunk and he took me home, like the gentleman he is. Then he put me to bed and kissed me on the forehead. He must've thought I was asleep, because as soon as he said it he got all tense. As though he was afraid I would hear him."

"And you didn't mention it to him afterwards?"

"I wanted to! But he seemed so embarrassed at first. Then I couldn't find the right time to bring it up, then it felt awkward to bring it up so long afterward."

"What would you have said?"

"I don't know. I never really thought that far ahead." She gave a sigh, "He's been my best friend since before I knew what a best friend was. He's always been there for me. I didn't want anything to mess up our friendship." Bobbi hummed in understanding,

"I get you. It took me years to finally admit that Lance was anything more than my best friend."

"What did you do when you finally realized?"

"I got him very drunk and told him."

"Why did you get him drunk?"

"That way if he didn't feel the same way, I could just pass it off as some drunk dream." Skye giggled,

"Smart."

"As luck would have it, Lance seemed to be harboring a major crush on me."

"So it all worked out in the end?"

"Yea. I guess it did. Now tell me Skye. How do you feel about Grant?"

"Well when he first told me, I didn't know how I felt. I was hoping that just talking to him like normal would help me sort out my feelings."

"And did it?"

"No. If anything, it made me even more confused. And then I get a call at 9 am from the hospital telling me that he's been in an accident and that I need to come in. And now..."

"And now?"

"I love him Bobbi. I don't know why it took me so long to realize it, but I love him, and now he won't wake-up so I can tell him." It took what little strength he had, but Grant managed to open his eyes and look at the two women standing on the side of the bed. Skye's head was buried in Bobbi's chest and the older woman was giving her a comforting pat on the back. He smiled and spoke, the words faint, but still loud enough so they could hear him,

"Well I'm awake now. Anything you need to tell me?"

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