A/N: Hey! So after that disappointing shocker of a finale, I'm treating you lovely readers to an extra long scene - mostly Skye and Grant :) you're welcome - and this starts to set up the rest of the fic's storyline.

I'm not going to rant about my thoughts of the finale, because I loved some scenes, and really didn't like some others, but you'll see what parts I do like (mostly) and which one's I think are beneficial to developing this story when I write them in.

Thank you to Maddison1803 and annavale23 for you constant reviews! Getting the emails really make my day, especially as they're always awesome reviews! :3

DISCLAIMER: I only own this story.

Grant refused to let himself think about what Skye had said about her last days with S.H.I.E.L.D. Not until he had finished his set of push ups, at least.

"Seventy-seven, seventy-eight, seventy-nine, eighty. Eighty-one…"

He saw Skye raise herself up onto her elbows, her head cocked to one side, watching him intently. Her eyes glanced over at Kara when the other woman made an especially loud noise in the makeshift kitchen, before she refocused on him. She was still on the bed, the bottom half of her body covered by the sheet and duvet. The sight made him smile.

"Eighty-four, eighty-five, eighty-six, eighty-seven…"

Bakshi passed by his peripheral vision, keeping a wide berth around the bed. Grant smirked. He'd told Bakshi that he was only to talk to Skye if it was a matter of life and death. Or unless she spoke to him first.

"Ninety. Ninety-one, ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four…"

Grant's thoughts drifted to Simmons. What had the scientist done? Skye had shut down as soon as he had asked that question, which only made him more terrified.

"Ninety-nine, a hundred." Grant stood as he reached his goal, smiling at Skye as he did so. She smiled back, tilting her forearms up until her clasped hands touched her lips.

"Do you do this every morning?" she asked, a slight teasing tone to her voice. Grant's mouth pulled up in a cocky smirk.

"Depends on what else I've got going on." He replied. "You object?"

Skye shook her head hurriedly. She flicked her gaze to look behind him, scrunching up her nose and sticking her tongue out.

"Real mature, Skye." Kara laughed. Grant looked around, an eyebrow raised. She looked at him, a twinkle in her eye that he immediately didn't trust. "And for the record–"

"Kara." He warned.

"He counts every time, too."

"Kara." Grant's exasperation faded quickly as he heard the faint, wondrous sounds of Skye laughing. His head swept around to gaze at her, his own eyes lighting up with joy. A beautiful reflection of her.

"Kara." Bakshi's voice interrupted the moment. "Would you like to go over the intel in detail, now that Agent Ward is awake?"

"Ah, yeah. After I finish making this. Do you like pumpkin soup, Skye?" Kara quickly asked, stirring the soup a little faster than necessary.

"Uh-huh." Skye nodded, sitting up carefully, but still grimacing as her stitches pulled at her wound.

"The painkillers must have worn off." Kara observed, her brows creased in sympathy.

"Probably time to change your bandage, Skye." Grant said, striding over to pull her off the bed.

"And let it air. Got it." She murmured, wincing as she moved. Supporting her carefully, Grant helped her out of the room, snagging the first-aid kit as they passed by it.

"Bakshi, see if you can find the strong painkillers, if Grant doesn't have them." Kara said, returning her focus to not burning their breakfast.

"Of course."

Tuning out their babble, Grant laid Skye down on the floor in the bathroom, gently pulling up her top to expose the expanse of white bandage wrapped around her belly. "You might need to lean against the wall so I can take this off." He said softly, helping her sit up and move against the wall by the toilet. Grant unclasped the hook that held the bandage on and unraveled the cloth. Skye breathed slowly, her eyes closed.

As the end of the cloth slipped off, Grant tried to stifle a gasp. The wound was more inflamed than ever and a couple of the stitches had popped.

"That bad, huh?" Skye muttered, watching him closely. Grant looked at her, a little pissed off.

"Why didn't you say anything as soon as you'd ripped the stitches, Skye?" he demanded.

"I thought it was the bandage." She mumbled, knowing that wasn't going to work.

Grant huffed in disbelief. "In your skin? Come on, Skye, I'm not an idiot."

"I'm sorry."

Grant's heart clenched as Skye whimpered these words. "Skye, I…"

"I-I'm sorry!" she choked out, then started sobbing. A panicked look settled onto Grant's face as he tried to think of how to calm her down quickly.

"Skye, I know I shouldn't have said that like I did, but please understand that I'm just worried that you won't heal properly if you do stuff like this." He gambled out in a rush, grasping the sides of her head gently to make her look him in the eyes and believe him. Skye squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head in his hold, her hands in tight fists by her sides. "Skye." He whispered, placing his forehead against hers. "Skye, please look at me."

"If I don't look, you won't be mad." She breathed out.

"I'm not angry, Skye. Please look at me." Grant softly begged. She couldn't start to distance herself from him, not now. On impulse, he tenderly kissed her cheeks where tears were still falling. "Please, Skye."

Slowly, Skye opened her eyes, focusing on keeping her breathing at a normal pace before making eye contact. "You're not mad?"

"Not mad." Grant said with a smile, his face so close to hers.

She stifled a sniff. "Promise?"

"I promise." He swore. The relieved smile she gave him sent trickles of delight through his body. "But I think we're going to need to go to the hospital to treat that."

Her new expression was one of stricken panic. "What if they ask where it came from?"

"Kitchen accident. And we can say we had someone medically trained there at the time."

She nodded. "Right. So we're gonna put the bandage back on and then go?"

Grant pulled his mouth into a considering pout. "Well, I suppose, if you don't want breakfast…"

"No, no, it's pumpkin soup!" she hurriedly said, bringing a laugh out of him that she loved to hear.