A/N: Hey, I know that this is short, but it's more of a filler scene before the gang turns up at their destination.
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Grant felt Skye drift back off to sleep, her hands now in her lap and her fingers entwined with his. The muscles in his jaw jumped as he tensed them over and over again, struggling to keep the violent urges of the Berserker rage at bay. How dare they? How dare they hurt her? I'll show the world what they are.
A tissue was unceremoniously shoved into his line of vision. He looked up to see Kara waving the tissue in front of his face, her smile one of sympathy. A hint of amusement coloured her gaze as his face showed confusion.
"You're eyes are leaking, Grant." She said, trying to ease the mood of the car.
"What?" He raised a hand to his face, Skye letting out a muffled complaint as he disentangled his fingers from hers. His touched his cheek and came away wet. "Oh."
"Yeah, oh. Come here." Kara leaned forward and wiped the tears away. Grant relinked his fingers with Skye's, resting his head on hers. "You want me to drive?"
"Mm." was the reply, the man's eyes drifting shut.
Kara smiled. "Well, buckle up. I'm not the world's safest driver." A faint snort of amusement emanated from the back seat as Kara turned back around and opened the car door. "Great. It's raining." She missed Grant's chuckle as she got out of the car, and by the time she had settled herself into the driver's seat, Grant had followed Skye into sleep.
Smirking, she raised her phone and snapped a picture. Another addition to my Reconciliation Scrapbook. Quickly typing in the date and situation, she slipped the phone into one of the cup holders and carefully pulled the car back onto the road.