Skye's the Limit |Book 1 In 'Skye Adventures' Series|

Chapter 47: Home Again

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When I woke up the first thing I realized was someone was holding my hand, and I was in a crappy motel room.

Oh joy.

"Skye." Coulson breathes, squeezing my nonburned hand.

I turn to him blinking slowly, my vision focusing.

I crack a smile, but I can't ignore the dull ache up my arm and my right palm.

I push away the image of Ward's face out of my mind, and focus on Fitz and Simmons, who just entered.

"Oh Skye!" Simmons gasps rushing over to me. "You're awake!"

I just nod, not really trusting myself to talk.

"How is your..?" Fitz dares to ask looking at my bandaged arm.

I open my mouth, and realize how dehydrated I am.

"Be-better I guess?" I croak hoarsely, swallowing hard.

Fitz and Simmons exchange a look.

"When do you think Skye will-

I look up as Tripp enters, stopping as he sees me, awake and as alert as I could possibly be.

"Hey kid." He tells me gently.

"Hi." I say barely getting the word out, my throat coarse.

There was a moment of silence and I turned my head with a wince, looking to Coulson.

"Did you k-kill Ward?" I ask softly.

Simmons gasps, and Fitz shifts uncomfortably.

"No." Coulson says gently, breaking my gaze. "He is alive."

I blink and nod. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. 

I see Fitz cringe and walk out, closely followed by a worried Simmons.

I watch as they leave, quite sad that they've left me, unsure of what to say, and what to do.

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I sit stiffly on the old chair outside of the motel, gazing at the pool.

"Hey." I jump slightly as I see Coulson sit down across from me, handing me my laptop.

I smile slightly, glad that he got it before leaving the Bus.

"Never been homeless before." Coulson remarks, watching as I open up my laptop, my hurt arm shaking just a bit.

"It's not fun." I tell him glancing at him. "At least we have a pool."

After a few quiet seconds, Coulson speaks up.

"We'll get him."

I nod.

"I know." I inhale deeply. "I left them a little present when I decrypted the drive. Should help."

 "Thanks." Coulson says smiling a bit.

"Nice night." I say with a small smile as I close my computer, after making sure all my files were still there.

Coulson nods.

I stand up and walk over to Fitz and Simmons who have their pants rolled up, and their feet in the pool.

"Salt water?" I ask them, not directing the question to one of the specifically.

Simmons nods, looking distraught about who knows what.

"Salt water is good for healing? Like... injuries like that?"

She looks up at me eyebrows raised but replies with a simple; "Well... Yes."

I give her a big smile and without hesitating fling myself into the pool.

Before I hit the surface I hear Coulson gasp from a few yards away, and Fitz giving a yelp.

I ignore the subtle pain in my hurt arm as I go under, and swim to the bottom. I believe it's about 8 or 9 feet deep...

After a few seconds, my lungs start to ache, so I resurface gasping for air.

"Skye!" Simmons scolds me immediately. "You don't have a change of clothes!"

I rub the salt water out of my eyes, and then squint at her, treading the water carefully.

"Oh screw that." I say smirking a bit.

I grab Fitz ankle and pull with all my might, making him screech and fall in.

He was expecting this and clutches the ledge, only his bottom half getting wet.

"Skye!" Simmons snaps, trying to hide her smile as I splash water on Fitz's curly hair.

She starts to speak again but I dive down quickly after taking a huge breathe.

I sit at the bottom of the pool for as long as I can... Probably around 30 or so seconds before going up.

Fitz is trying to get up on the ledge, but failing miserably because it's wet and slippery.

I whirl around as I feel the familiar wave of someone's cannon ball hit me.

I chuckle as Tripp comes up, only wearing his cargo shorts and a huge grin.

"Oi!" I call to him. "Glad you could join! Mind helping me convince good ole Fitz over here that he should go for a dive?"

"No. NO. NO NO!" Fitz says, still scrambling to get up, shaking his head madly, water from his hair spraying everywhere. He reminds me of a wet dog.

"Don't mind if I do." Tripp mumbles doggy paddling over.

With one swift motion he yanks Fitz in, causing a splash, getting a very annoyed Simmons wet.

I hear Coulson chuckle and turn to him.

"Join us, AC?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

"It's more fun watching you."

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Tripp and I mess around for another half an hour, while Fitz gets out ten minutes after Tripp dunked him.

We only got out because Coulson started to freak when I went under for too long, and choked a bit when resurfacing, not getting up fast enough cos my arm was starting to hurt.

"I don't want any accidents." He had told me, eyebrows knit, his lips in a straight line, and his arms crossed. "No risks."

"Yes dad." I had retorted sarcastically before stomping away to Simmons who apparently had dug around in the lost and found and used the available public washer to wash a pair of workout shorts and man's oversized tshirt, advertising a local auto shop for me to wear.

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The rest of the night was as fun as it got.

Fitz and I had snuggled under the comforter in our room (Fitz was sleeping on the floor, and Simmons and I were taking the bed... While in the other room Tripp and Coulson were bunking.) and watched Doctor Who reruns on BBC till 11, and then had a mini pillow fight while Simmons was in the shower, but immediately stopped when she scolded us for 'putting more pressure on my body after today's events'.

Every now and then my mind had drifted to Ward, but I pushed it away, focusing on the present... Not the past.

I can only hope that we can catch him.... And I can only hope we can kill him before he hurts anyone else.

Edited: 6/27/2020