daisy johnson (neverfit) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2014-11-08 21:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | grant ward, skye |
Who: Skye and Grant Ward
What: Checking up on him because she's an idiot
When: Sometime after checking on Felicia after this
Where: Ward's domicile
Rating/Warnings: F for Feeeeeeeels? Warnings for Ward being creepy?
Status: Closed and Incomplete
Although she would never admit it to herself, a part of Skye thought maybe Ward was right about emotions being a weakness. People, in general, didn't make you weak, but Skye didn't always think of her compassion as an asset. She wanted to be more like May - able to channel her anger and her pain into a fight but also able to keep her emotions from controlling her. She wanted that ability to remain cool, calm and in control. More than anything, though, she wanted to be able to say she didn't care what happened to Grant Ward and mean it. Hating him had felt simple. It was easy to hold onto her anger over everything he had done, because that meant she didn't have to feel the other emotions thoughts of his betrayal often brought to the surface. He had been her SO. Her friend. And something more or at least the potential to be something. Ward's admission of having feelings for her had caught her by surprise, but for an instant she had returned those feelings. And then everything had fallen apart as she realized that he had been the one to kill Koenig. He was a traitor to them all. In the months that followed, hating Ward was the only way she got through it without completely breaking down the way she had for those few minutes on the secret base before she'd steeled herself for what needed to be done. Holding on to her anger proved harder here in Lawrence, though. Ward wasn't locked up in a cell here. He was harder to avoid. And then he had to go and save her life. If that wasn't enough, as she watched their show, she started to feel stirrings of that same compassion that had made her unable to let Deathlok kill him. Some part of her knew that was a weakness. Ward clearly thought it was and yet it seemed to be a trait he admired. It didn't make sense. Maybe it was the rum or maybe it was just sheer stupidity, but rather than heading for the warehouse after checking on Felicia back at the office, Skye found herself walking toward the place Ward lived. In their earlier conversation, he had admitted to being upset Tony was gone, but not openly. Only to her. Did that make it her responsibility to be his source of comfort? She didn't know. She didn't even know why she was letting herself care and yet she still found herself standing on his doorstep, raising her hand to knock. |