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Grant Ward is not a true believer ([info]notanazi) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2014-12-22 20:46:00

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Entry tags:grant ward, skye

Who: Skyeward
What: Quake makes her debut
Where: Skye's Apartment
When: Afternoon of the 22nd
Rating: TBD
Status: In progress.


December in Kansas didnt scream earthquakes. It hadn't done a ridiculous amount of damage but it had made somewhat of a mess, and there were still tremors. Ward picked up what he could. Made sure the place wouldn't burn down or anything, and then, as they usually did,  his thoughts turned to Skye. She could have been hurt. She could have been unlucky during the whole mess and he couldn't let that happen. He couldn't have her hurt again.  He'd texted soon after the quake to no answer. He'd called, with no answer. And yeah, she could have been ignoring him, but after the second voicemail asking just for confirmation she was okay, he was worried enough that he didn't care if she was angry. He had to know she was okay. So now, he'd go over there, Fitz and Simmons could deal with it if they were there, he had to know she was okay.

The tremors kept coming. More and more as he got closer to the apartment and it was about a block away when Ward paused. ...Quake. Tremors...the damn wishes. She'd wished...Of course she had.

He sped up. The building itself was fine, she'd kept enough of herself to ensure that, but closer to their apartment he could feel it. Skye rememebred who she was, and with that, came the power. And the guilt.

Pushing open the door, he saw her, surrounded by debris, beautiful in spite of it all, but that look in her eyes, she was scared, hurt, guilt ridden.

"Skye...Skye look at me." he said softly, edging closer to the debris. "Can you let me in?"

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[info]neverfit
2014-12-24 07:34 am UTC (link)
Be careful what you wish for.

Skye wasn't even sure what she had wished for, exactly, but it wasn't this. She'd wanted the memories of meeting her father. She'd wanted to understand what was happening to her on that tv screen. She wanted to understand her true motivations for shooting Ward, how it had felt to actually pull the trigger on him, because since coming here, her anger at him seemed to flicker inconsistently. Sometimes she almost trusted him again, until she reminded herself of why she shouldn't. Or until John Garrett showed up and served as all the reminder she should have needed. She saw herself on the television, so much stronger in her resolve and she wanted to understand it. She wanted to be able to feel that anger and hatred that would make it so much easier to resist the pull she continually felt toward Grant Ward here in Lawrence.

The next thing she knew, several months of memories came slamming into her head. Skye sunk to her knees as she felt the force of everything that had happened. It was a different experience from simply watching her own life unfold on a tv screen. This was every emotion, every moment burning into her brain. This was here back down there as she broke out of her stone shell, as the earth started to move around her and as Trip crumbled to dust. Tears streamed down her face as she relived those moments. She lost all sense of time, all sense of everything as the earth trembled around her, the Sanctuary shaking on its foundation and yet somehow remaining more or less intact, unless you counted crashing vases and picture frames or the furniture rearranging itself.

"Ward, no," she shouted back as some part of her processed his arrival. "You have to get out of here. It's not safe." She'd meant to hurt him when she shot him. She'd been pissed and she needed him out of her way. This, though? When she shot him, it hadn't been to kill. Right now, as she looked at him, she realized something. She didn't want him dead. She didn't even really want to hurt him. Much. And she was certain that she would if he came any closer, because she didn't know how to stop this.

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[info]notanazi
2014-12-24 02:08 pm UTC (link)
She'd wished this. Of course she'd wished this. But probably not expecting the power to come with it. She'd wanted to feel it, wanted to experiance meeting Cal, everything that went along with it, and now she was convinced that she'd hurt him, and thankfully it looked like she didn't want to do that. Which was useful because leaving was the very last thing on his mind right now. He stepped closer again, noting a vase flying past him to smash into a wall. Still, he'd had worse.

"Yeah, I'm not leaving. This shouldn't shock you." he told her, stepping closer again. Bits of debris lashing at him, probably causing a few cuts but nothing he couldn't handle. "Now you can calm and let this calm with you or you probably will hurt me, probably other people too. But we're not gonna let it get that far, understand?"

Finally, another step and skin met skin, his hands grabbing hers.

"Skye." he said softly, knowing she remembered another name now, her past once hidden from her now revealed, much as Coulson hadn't wanted it. They said Hydra were cruel to gifted's, SHIELD were just as bad. But he thought maybe Skye was learning to trust him again. He needed her to trust him again, especially now.

"You're not gonna hurt anyone, you're gonna control this, use this to help people, cause its who you are. You won't let this control you, say it?" he told her.

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[info]neverfit
2014-12-25 05:05 am UTC (link)
She hadn't wished this. She didn't want this. She didn't even know what she'd been thinking, what she'd actually expected or wanted when she made her wish, but this absolutely wasn't it.

"I can't, I can't control it," she argued, shaking her head. Was he insane? He couldn't stop this. She was going to hurt him or worse and she couldn't make it stop. She didn't know how and that just scared her more.

She barely noticed that he'd gotten close enough to touch her until she felt his hands on hers. "I can't, I can't," she repeated. "I can't stop it and if you stay, you're going to get hurt." She was torn, wanting to both cling to him and push him away. Memories of Lawrence mingled with those from home, leaving her confused about what she really wanted and whether she could really trust him. That confusion was the only thing that kept her from outright pushing him away now.

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[info]notanazi
2014-12-25 05:34 am UTC (link)
This wasn't right. It wasn't. Skye wasn't weak. She wasn't. She was the strong one, she was the one that had come through against all odds to be something special. And not because of the diviner, or her father, or any of it.

"Do you know why I love you?" he asked her, ignoring her telling him she couldn't stop this, ignoring everything but keeping focus on her, on looking into her eyes, sqeezing her hands in his own. Focusing her. "Its not any of this, its not even the fact that you're absolutely beautiful. Its that you have the most compassion, the most heart of anyone I've ever known. I looked at you, back on the bus and at first I thought it was a weakness, I'd always been taught it was, taught not to care. But you got in Skye. Broke through. And now its my turn."

He'd keep her focus on him. Because this, all of it. It was hers to control, she just had to learn to. And to do that, he knew she needed to be calm.

"You're not going to hurt me. You don't want that. Because you know that I can help you, and you know...you know that you care. Which means that you absolutely can control this."

It was probably a lot to throw at her, but the hope of course was that she could focus on it, and that the rest would calm.

"Just breathe okay, just look at me, and breathe."

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[info]neverfit
2014-12-25 05:48 am UTC (link)
"I don't want to, but I can't make it stop. I'm trying, I can't."

Skye didn't want to hear that he loved her. She knew he claimed that he did. Some part of her even knew that he thought it was true. She didn't know if she could believe that he really did, though. She didn't know if he was capable of it, not real love, not with the way Garrett had conditioned him.

And she didn't want to admit to herself that he might actually love her, really love her, because then she might have to admit that a part of her really did care about him in return. She'd been working hard to deny that, to tell herself she was pretending to let him in so she could keep tabs on Garrett. Nothing more. But the truth was that her feelings weren't that simple. And they weren't something she wanted to examine too closely.

There was so much intensity in his gaze that she wanted to look away, but she didn't. Instead, she found herself nodding her head and trying to do what he said. To just breathe. She remembered all the techniques May had taught her on staying calm, keeping her heart rate steady. She could do this. She had to do this. Before anyone else got hurt.

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[info]notanazi
2014-12-25 05:59 am UTC (link)
"Don't tell me that. I don't want to hear that you can't. I know better. And so do you."

He hadn't expected her to answer what he'd said. Some part of him, mired in weakness wanted her to tell him she loved him too, that she forgave the past, that maybe somehow they really could pretend the outside world didn't exist, that it could be just them. But of course it did exist. He was currently trying to preserve it from damage from a newly empowered gifted.

He just happened to love her.

She was doing better, breathing right. Using fairly common meditative techniques, May's work of course. She fought from that kind of place of calm. He'd always come from a darker place to his attacks, though he supposed that was unsuprising. When he needed to be calm he'd compartmentalized. But that wasn't for Skye.

"Good, you're doing good. Now just go with me here, whats your favorite song. Since I'm figuring not Johnny Cash?"

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[info]neverfit
2014-12-25 10:16 pm UTC (link)
Skye continued to try to focus on him and on her breathing. She tried to push the image of Trip crumbling into dust out of her mind, of Coulson, beaten nearly to death by her father, of everything, all the destruction that was somehow linked to her. She worked to remember every one of May's lessons on remaining calm, slowing her heart rate and calming the panic that swirled inside her.

When Ward questioned her, her focus shifted. "My favorite song?" she asked him, confused. "This is a pretty crappy time for small talk, Ward," she said, not understanding where he was going with his question.

It was a distraction, though, from her crazy emotions and the chaos around them, and any distraction was probably good in terms of getting her mind off of what she'd just experienced. She wasn't exactly focusing on taking those deep, calming breaths anymore, but she wasn't panicking, either.

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[info]notanazi
2014-12-26 01:02 am UTC (link)
There would have been no point lying to her even if he had ever thought about doing so. Skye knew why he was here, she knew that he didn't care about the risk, he was here for her. And he wasn't leaving "Its something to focus your mind. But its okay. I've pretty much got you pegged. Its something by Cyndi Lauper isn't it? Retro eighties? That's you. Or you're actually a lot less lame than that and its Queen or the Beatles or something. Stones maybe... Which frankly I'd mock you much less over."

Ward kept her hands in his own throughout all of this. He needed to be there for her, whatever that meant, whatever that took. He loved her, always would, and he would do whatever it took to keep her safe.

"So don't you underestimate small talk, you really do get a lot out of it. But till then, you need to keep your focus here

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[info]neverfit
2014-12-26 01:20 am UTC (link)
If Skye's hands had been free, she might have smacked him for his comments on her assumed musical tastes, even if he really wasn't far off. As it was, she glared at him a little, playfully. "Oh, no, you have no mocking rights here," she teased him. "Not with what you like listening to. I'm embarrassed for you just thinking about it."

The shaking ground was calming now, evidence his tactics were working, even if she didn't have complete control, yet. She couldn't let go, she couldn't relax yet. Not when the tremors could come back harder again. Not when Fits or Simmons could come back any minute

Skye studied him in silence for a moment. No matter his reasons, he'd risked his life coming in here to help her and he had helped her. It didn't change everything, it couldn't risk everything he'd done, but she was grateful.

"Thank you," she said after a quiet moment. She didn't offer any other explanation than that and she didn't think she needed to.

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[info]notanazi
2014-12-26 01:34 am UTC (link)
"See what I heard there, not a denial. Not any kind of a denial. Cyndi Lauper then?" he joked more than a little amused at the idea. He imagined her dancing around in the van to something ridiculous a few years back. Before SHIELD, before him even. The gaze lessened in intensity, matching the playful joking look she gave him. "Mock all you like but Johnny Cash, actual legend. Lauper. Not so much."

Besides the guy had come through a lot, made his own personal hell and was saved from that by the love of his life, a woman he'd once thought he could never have. A woman many considered too good for him.

But here and now, Skye was thanking him, his very own woman that was too good for him. The storm around her was calming and Ward just wanted to hold her, to make sure she knew everything would be okay and that he'd always be there when she needed someone. And he needed her to know she could trust him. With one last squeeze of her hands as she thanked him Ward let go and pulled her into a light embrace.

"No, you don't need to do that. I'll always try to help you, no matter what you need. I'll always try to be someone you can turn to. All I ask in return is that you let me."

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[info]neverfit
2014-12-26 04:35 am UTC (link)
"Cyndi Lauper is actually fun," she countered, "unlike that lame ass music you like." He might have been onto something with that small talk thing. Joking around about musical preferences got her mind off of what was going on, which helped her to calm down.

Skye hesitated, but only briefly, when he embraced her. After a beat, she relaxed against him. As much as she didn't want to admit it, having his arms around her felt nice, comforting.

"Yeah, I do," she said, pulling back to look at him. "I know you suck at that whole dealing with people thing, but when someone helps you, thank you is generally the appropriate thing to say." She was teasing him, a little bit, partly because she didn't know what else to say.

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[info]notanazi
2014-12-26 05:11 am UTC (link)
"My music is not lame you just have no appreciation for the genius that is the man in black. Okay?" he replied, not commenting on the fact that she relaxed into his embrace. Even if only for a few minutes, it was doing her good and even if only a few minutes it was the world to him, every hug, every kiss, every time their hands met. He craved those moments of affection from her. And she knew that too. She had to. Even now. But this wasn't about him, or even 'them'. This was aboout Skye.

"Look, maybe I do suck at it, maybe without the lies, without the cover, dealing with people isn't my thing. But this is you. This is helping you, and its something new, its something honest. And look around you, it worked." he told her, moving back slightly so she could look around. So she could understand that she did it.

"So you're welcome for the assist, which is the 'appropriate' thing to say. But I'm not the one that stopped this. You are. Which means you can control it."

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[info]neverfit
2014-12-26 05:24 pm UTC (link)
"I think you need to have your hearing checked," she returned. She was never going to not mock his musical preferences and it actually made her feel better to stand here and tease him, as if it didn't feel like she'd just shot him in the side a half hour ago, as if they weren't surrounded in shards of glass and other debris. He wasn't the only one who kind of wanted the rest of the world to go away for a little while.

It didn't escape her notice that she was still standing really close to him, even after they'd partly pulled out of the embrace. She knew she should take a step back, not let him get to her, but a part of her knew her emotions were still volatile. She was afraid that her control would slip again if she moved too quickly. And some secret part of her liked being right where she was, even if she wasn't ready to admit that to herself.

"I don't think I could have done it without you," she admitted instead, out loud in response to his words. "So don't do that self deprecating thing, okay?"

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[info]notanazi
2014-12-26 07:59 pm UTC (link)
She was safe with him. Whatever came of all of this, she was safe with him. And she would learn to control this power and he would help her figure it out. But for now he'd just stay here with her, work this out with her. It would take time. I suppose she knew it.

"Is that what I'm doing?" he said with a smile. Though he probably was. He couldn't think of himself like the hero much as maybe Christian had been right on that show. Maybe he had always wanted to be the hero. But he knew he was far from that. There was too much weakness in him.

"I don't know, I think you could have. I think you will. I think you'll be able to do this. I just hope I can help you."

Skye hadn't pulled back from him, and really, honestly. He didn't want her to.

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[info]neverfit
2014-12-28 02:51 am UTC (link)
"Yeah, it kind of is." Skye wasn't saying he was a hero. He wasn't. He'd done a lot of bad things and she still couldn't bring herself to think of him as a good man, but she had to give him credit here for what he'd done.

Skye nodded at his words, hoping he was right. She was scared, she could admit that to herself, but she needed to control this. Or she needed to run, get away from the people she cared about so she wouldn't hurt them. "I don't know, maybe..."

Noticing a cut on his cheek, Skye brought a hand up to touch it, which was completely unsanitary, but it was an impulse. Once she acted on before she could stop herself. "You're hurt," she murmured. It could have been anything, but she assumed he'd gotten it getting to her. Her fault. It was only a minor cut, nothing she should even worry about, especially considering she had memories of shooting him only moments ago, and yet there was a part of her that still felt badly. Old memories warred with knew ones, but her hand lingered on his face, anyway, ignoring that inner voice that told her she should be moving away from him.

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[info]notanazi
2014-12-28 03:09 am UTC (link)
He knew full well, and probably she did too, that there was no one else he would do this for. No one he felt like this about. And he knew she said it was obsession, he remembered the things she'd said to him, but he also remembered here, everything they'd been through together. He hadn't hesitated when he'd seen her, scared, confused, lost. He'd had to help her, to hell with the danger.

When Skye noted his cut face it was the first time he'd realised it had even happened. He didn't care. He'd had worse. So much worse. And this had been to help her. He was about to say so, to tell her not to worry about him, he didn't matter, not when she was dealing with something like this.

But her hand had reached up to touch him, his eyes met hers again and god help him, he couldn't do anything but kiss her. Much as she didn't want to hear it, he loved her, and having her here, having her caring about him, it meant the world.

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[info]neverfit
2014-12-29 06:44 am UTC (link)
Skye did know it. She knew he wouldn't have rushed in here or risked his life for anyone else like this. A part of her thought it was creepy and a part of her found it kind of nice. Normally she tried to ignore that latter feeling.

Right now, though, she wasn't really thinking about any of that and when he leaned forward and kissed her, she quit thinking altogether. There was very little hesitation before she returned the kiss. Her arms slipped around his shoulders and she shifted closer. Her mind finally calmed completely, her worries fading to the background as she lost herself in the kiss. At some point, she was probably going to kick herself for letting him get to her like this, but in this moment, all she could think about was this moment.

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