(Just a Biospec drabble I couldn't get out of my head. Title from Dead Alive by the Shins)
Skye opens the door on his first knock. Her eyes are wide, full of terror and confusion.
“What’s wrong? Did they find you?”
“What? Who? I have no idea what’s going on Grant, I’m missing hours. The last thing I remember, is taking a bath. Next thing I know I wake up on the floor next to a dead woman I don’t know.” She’s trying to keep her composure, he knows she’s struggling.
He walks into her apartment to see the woman from last night. Something pulls at him, seeing her lifeless body, he pushes it aside. He didn’t know her, though she knew and hated him. That was made clear last night.
Grant bends down to inspect the body, she is in fact dead, very dead. She didn’t look very good last night, she must have succumbed to an unknown wound. To Skye he says “You don’t remember running from Hydra? Telling me your name was Daisy?”
“What?! No. Why would we run from Hydra? We are Hydra!”
He sighs and takes Skye into his arms. He tells her everything, including his true loyalties and her test results. She takes it about how he expected her to, not obvious acceptance as she (or Daisy) did last night.
They sit in heavy silence for a while, until her phone goes off.
“It’s May, she needs me to come in.” Skye stands to leave.
Ward catches her wrist “Skye…”
“No.” She practically yells as she yanks her arm free. She sighs at the hurt on his face and softly adds. “Look this is all just a lot to take in, you’ve been lying to me Grant. I…I just need time to think and I have to go.”
He nods, that’s why he couldn’t move in with her, he knows. “Skye, I love you, just be careful.”
She nods and moves to open the door. Over her shoulder she says “Can you please do something with… her.” He follows her gaze to the corpse on the floor and agrees.
He’s about twenty minutes out of the city, he’s on his way to a construction site he knows of in which he can dispose of the body. He’s running over his conversation with Skye for the hundredth time, when he hears a banging from the trunk.
He slams on the brakes, sure he has just driven himself crazy from worry over Skye. A second later the banging continues with fervor. It doesn’t stop.
What the fuck. He may not be a doctor, but he knows she was dead. He gets out of the car and grabs his gun. She is probably some kind of immortal inhuman, but he can’t help it that his mind first races to zombie.
He slowing opens the trunk keeping his firearm aimed. She pops open full of piss and vinegar. Which he can’t really blame her for, she just came back from the dead trapped in a trunk.
Her arms and legs are flailing and her words string to form some truly vulgar, yet British curses.
She seems to get her bearings and starts to take in her surroundings. She glares at him. “What did you do to me? Where are you taking me?!”
“What did I do? You were dead!”
“Dead? I am clearly not dead!”
“You were starting to smell.”
She crosses her arms, but doesn’t say anything, just continues to glare.
That same thing tugs at him, there is something familiar about the fire in her eyes. It almost reminds him of Skye. He swallows down those thoughts and tries to keep to the subject at hand.
“What are you? Some kind of Inhuman?”
“No, I, ugg why am I wasting my time talking to you, where’s Daisy?”
She says the word you with such hate that it twists his stomach. And then the stress of everything finally adds up. She may have come back from the dead but she has no reason to hate him. “You mean Skye, she went back to Hydra, she’s scared and confused cause she woke up with a dead woman on her floor. She doesn’t remember anything form last night, I had to explain everything…” He trails off remembering the look of betrayal on Skye’s face. It feels seared in his mind.
She glares “Oh did she not take your lies well? What a surprise!” She throws up her arms in exasperation.
“How dare you!” His voice is a low growl. It startles her, fear replacing the anger on her face, if only for a brief moment. He softens, he’s not sure why but he doesn’t like scaring her. “You don’t even know me.”
“Oh I know enough.” She huffs, her eyes are throwing daggers at him again. “I know I’d be an utter idiot to trust you again.”
“Again?!? What the hell are you talking about? I just met you, and you have practically ruined my entire life!”
“Good, you deserve it, believe me!”
“Hey I saved your life last night!”
“Yea and you stuffed me a trunk this morning!”
Grants not sure how or when but they have somehow ended up mere inches away from each other, he can feel her hot angry breaths land across his chest.
They stand there for seconds that feel like years staring and seething at each other. He can feel something else beside anger deep and warm in his belly. What is it about this woman?
He’s the first one to break the staring match as he turns and walks over to the car.
“Where are you are going?”
“There’s a Resistance base near by, I need to regroup.” He opens the door and stops when she makes no play to move. “You coming or what? You don’t have to ride in the trunk this time.” He smirks at her.
She gapes at him, then sighs and walks to passenger side of the car, she slams the door hard letting her displeasure show.
He has a sinking suspicion that this woman is just going to continue to ruin his life. If that’s the case then he’s at least going to have some fun. “See this isn’t so bad is it? At least I don’t smell.” His teasing her feels so familiar, he can’t quite place why.
She only glares in response and he tries to disguise his dark chuckle with a cough. Yes he is definitely going to have fun, even as his life falls apart.
