A/N: I tried to put this up last night, but the website was glitching out again, and I couldn't even get it saved onto my documents list.
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Kara found that the back of the cabin was the most rotten, and the entire structure was a simple box design. A low wooden bed was built into the front left side from entering, and a small cupboard lay at the back, reaching from the floor to the ceiling.
She also noted that the temperature wasn't much higher than outside. It'd be no better than sleeping in a tent, only it might take more than a breeze to blow it off the ground.
Checking in the cupboard revealed an old shovel and tin bucket. Wow, a tin bucket? Kara wondered. Where did he get this stuff? The shovel could be useful for burying Buddy, granted that the handle wasn't too rotten as well, so she pulled it out and went outside.
She'd only just stepped out the door when she heard a faint sound from the sky. Retreating back under cover, she cautiously glanced up. For a moment, she was utterly confused. She could swear that she heard a faint whirring, yet there was nothing but birds for miles.
Wait… Kara's eyes narrowed as she focused on an area of blue sky above the trees far to her left. Yes, I thought so. Cloaked. Dammit, Coulson. She hoped like hell that neither Skye and Grant nor herself had been spotted. To her relief, the aircraft, revealed to be quinjet, uncloaked and flew west.
Relaxing her tense muscles, she breathed out slowly. "It's okay, Kara. They didn't see us." She repeated to herself. This continued for a few minutes until she heard laughter. Looking up, she spotted Skye and Grant walking back from wherever he had sulked off to. They were hand in hand, Skye using her other hand to soothingly stroke Grant's arm.
He had a smile on his face, and was actually laughing. Kara had never heard him so happy before. He glanced up once, smiled at Kara, then dropped his gaze to the skeleton at her feet, the joy draining from his face. His free hand clenched as he stopped at the edge of the trees.
Concern seemed to be second nature to Skye. Either she was smiling with Grant, or she was comforting him and vice versa. She stopped a step out from Grant and moved back to him, placing her hand on his cheek, whispering soft words before placing a gentle kiss on his lips. He bowed his head and nodded.
Kara moved down the steps, carefully skirting the dog, and stood waiting for the couple to arrive. They slowly made their way over, Skye clutching his hand like a lifeline.