A/N: Hey, chickadees! Longer scene this time :) Skye's fears make another ugly appearance, unfortunately, but what S.H.I.E.L.D. did to her won't go away so easily.
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Skye was wheeled along whitewashed corridors and under harsh fluorescent lights. The nurse Evelyn kept a steady, but fast pace, and Kara and Grant had to walk briskly to keep up. Not that it was really of any difficulty with their long legs. Both of them held her hands as they strode alongside the bed towards the operating theatre.
However, the moment Skye was wheeled into the surgery room, she started to panic. Her distress was evident in both her expression and her quick pants of fear, and she started to thrash around in the bed. Grant desperately got into her main line of vision, but the sudden tremors that were shaking the building were making that difficult.
"Hey, hey! Relax, sweetheart, you're going to be fine!" he urged her, cupping her face gently in his hands and ignoring everything else around her. Her tear-filled eyes and tear-streaked cheeks were all he could see as he fought off his waves of panic. She gazed back at him, begging and pleading for him to get her out of there. "You won't feel any pain. I promise. They're just going to stitch you up like Kara did, and then we can go in the morning." His rushed words were brimming with the sincerity that Simmons lacked the last time she saw her, and Skye struggled to contain the vibrations that she was enacting. "Alright?" Grant breathed softly, and that became the focusing point for Skye to fully relax. She nodded and the room stilled again.
At once, the doctors set out to finish prepping Skye for the surgery, allowing Grant to hold her hand and stand by her until she drifted off to sleep. He was then quickly ushered out to join Kara in the adjoining viewing room and settled into his one position of leaning against the rail under the window. Kara stood more loosely by his side, the files she had been holding onto earlier tucked under one arm.
"She'll be fine, Grant." She soothed, running her hand up and down his back. He smiled back at her gratefully. "You know what you need?"
"Skye as herself and us all safe?" he quipped quickly.
Kara gave a soft laugh. "Aside from that, which will come in time."
"A distraction."
"Correct." She smiled, and handed him the files. He looked skeptical.
"Won't anyone be suspicious of you handing me these? I'm involved with Skye, according to them, and to not concentrate on her operation would raise red flags, wouldn't it?"
"I've already told Evelyn that they're family planning papers for you and Skye." She replied. Grant nodded and looked down at them, opening the folder to the first page. "And she's under the impression that I would be godmother, so no worries there."
"You would be." He murmured, and glanced up with an adorable smile.
Kara beamed back. "Thanks."
He shrugged nonchalantly. "Or aunt. Whatever you prefer." He chuckled as she mock punched him.
Throughout the surgery procedure, Grant poured over the intel that Bakshi had collected. He was impressed with the brainwashed agent's resourcefulness. I'll have to mention that to him when I see him again. Two agents were stationed in Lebanon, for whatever reason that Hydra wanted them there, and Grant guessed that it couldn't be good.
"Then again, this is Hydra." Kara pointed out when he mentioned this to her. She had remained at the window while Grant sat in a chair, getting up every few minutes to check the progress. So far, so good.
An hour into the surgery, Grant had gone over every detail with precision. And watching Skye only just being sewn up was itching on his nerves. He was grateful that there had been no damage done at all to any of her organs, and she would be released tomorrow morning. There was something else that piqued his interest, though.
"Kara, why did you tell the nurse that the files were family planning?"
His question made her head snap around to look at him, and a guilty smile spread over her lips. "Because it was the first thing to come to my mind."
"You trying to play Cupid?" he turned to face her fully, crossing his arms while his face showed nothing but curiosity.
"Maybe." At his raised eyebrow, she sighed. "Oh come on, Grant. You deserve a lot of happiness, and having a baby with Skye is one way to do that."
"But what if I'm a terrible dad? Like mine was?"
"A lot of parents worry about that, Grant." Kara moved closer to comfort him. "And that is partly why they become such great ones." They smiled at each other, and Grant turned back to watch the last few minutes of Skye's operation. Don't think I didn't notice how easily you latched onto the option, Grant.