A/N: It's been, what, a month? Sorry about the long wait. I had trouble deciding which specific way to direct this. Still not entirely sure with this result, but I thought I'd made you guys wait long enough.
Thank you to Maddison1803 and changingdestiny40 for your reviews! :)
Kara had tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to contain a writhing Skye in the back seat, the sleeping girl sobbing and screaming. Grant kept driving, but his constant glances at the rear view mirror nearly caused them to crash a couple of times.
"Skye! Skye, please wake up!" Kara begged.
"Slap her!" Grant called out, but his voice was overshadowed by Skye finally making coherent sounds.
"No, please! Just let me die!" she begged. Kara looked helplessly at Grant, at a complete loss as to what to do as she struggled to keep Skye from thrashing her limbs into everything within reach.
"Screw this." Grant hissed, yanking on the wheel to pull the car off the road. He got out of the front seat, opened the back door and lifted Skye out. "Skye!" he called out to her, holding her tightly around her waist as he left her feet drop to the ground. "Skye, wake up! You're not with S.H.I.E.L.D."
Skye finally opened her eyes, jerking around in Grant's grasp. She was still breathing heavily, and tears were still pouring down her cheeks, but she was awake and calming down.
"Hey." Grant said softly, lightly placing his free hand on the side of her head. "Hey, you with me now? You're gonna be okay."
"Okay." She whispered, her eyes still haunted. Her hand went to her stomach. "I'm not bleeding…"
"No, you're not." He agreed, checking her over anyway. A glance at Kara showed him the woman was still sitting in the back seat of the sedan, looking lost.
She gonna be okay to go soon? She mouthed at him. He raised his eyebrows and gave a small tilt of his head. Not sure. It said.
"Skye?" he asked again. "You're gonna be fine. Look at me." Gently, he put his hand under her chin and tilted her head to look at him. "You're going to be fine. They're never going to get you again. I promise."
Slowly, she nodded. "I'm sorry." She whispered.
"You have nothing to be sorry for." He replied in the same volume. "Whatever you went through, it is not your fault."
She didn't answer, just closed her eyes and reached up for a kiss. Grant returned it, relieved that he'd brought her back from her memories of torture.