A/N: I have a feeling that this is going to be a bit late in the day, considering that it's nearly 11:40pm here. But once started writing this, it kinda took a turn of it's own.
Thank you to Maddison1803, annavale23, Fandoms8, changingdestiny40 and LJ717 for your reviews of that sad, sad chapter that I absolutely had to get through to get anywhere with this story. I hope you keep sending in more.
Grant felt like his heart had literally been crushed. He'd always expected to outlive Buddy, but what he hadn't counted on was Garrett wounding him and leaving him to die alone while Grant could never go back to see him. Now, Buddy was finally laid to rest. Grant didn't expect it to hurt this much.
"I don't feel better." He whispered into Skye's shoulder. "I thought this was supposed to help."
"It will." Skye promised him. She tightened her arms around his body. "I promise it will, it just takes a little time. You've only just buried him. Tomorrow you'll feel a little better, and the day after a little more."
Kara watched this whole exchange, feeling both happy and sad for her two best friends. However, she still worried about the quinjet. Surely they would've seen the sedan, at least?
"You did the right thing for him." Skye continued. "That matters."
Grant nodded and pulled away, straightening up and turning to Kara. "Thank you." He said sincerely. "Both of you."
The girls smiled proudly back at him. Kara decided that now was the time to bring up the quinjet.
"Did either of you notice a quinjet earlier?"
Both Skye and Grant looked at her, confused. "No." Grant said slowly. "Even if there was, it would've been cloaked. How could we have noticed it?"
"I heard a faint whirring sound while I was checking out the cabin, and then it materialised and flew west."
Skye caught on quickly, her eyes widening. "They expect us to stay."
"S.H.I.E.L.D. just doesn't understand the concept of personal space." Grant grumbled.
"How long before they come back with reinforcements?" Kara asked.
"Where's The Playground?" he asked Skye.
"A few states over." She replied.
"Which means we can't stay here tonight." He said flatly, obviously pissed off.
"Will we have to go further north?" Kara asked with trepidation.
Grant picked up on her hesitation. "No, I have a small safe house in Cortez. From there we can go to one Garrett took particular care of in New Mexico."
"Cortez?" Kara frowned in puzzlement. "Where's that, exactly?"
"South-western corner of Colorado." Skye answered her. At Grant's raised eyebrows she shrugged. "I detoured while on my way to LA."
"From Texas."
"Yeah. It's not like I needed to book motels or anything, and when else was I gonna get the time to see Albuquerque, Denver and Las Vegas?"
Kara and Grant shared a look. That's Skye. they seemed to say to each other.