The World Outside Doesn't Exist •Skyeward One-shots•

Now You're Just a Page Torn From the Story I'm Living

    Daisy's first reaction was that she was wet. Really wet. In a mere second of being transitioned into a new life she was dunked in sudsy, warm water. Just before inhaling she broke the surface again, gasping. Her hands clutched the side of what appeared to be a white bathtub.
    She processed where she was, taking in her surroundings. A white shower curtain covered the rest of the room. She slid it open and observed the bathroom. It was neat and very modern, neutral colors splashed across the room. She found it oddly comforting.

   A sound of a phone vibrating caused her jump. The small black device almost went unnoticed on the bathtub's divider. With a slippery hand she grabbed it. There was a text.

   'Wake up your boyfriend. We're being called in.'

   Boyfriend? Daisy's brow furrowed as she looked around, clutching the phone in her hand. Suddenly, opening her eyes to find herself naked in a bathtub felt way more vulnerable than relaxing.
The idea of a boyfriend became more of a bee sting than a fairytale for Daisy. However...
This was an alternate reality, she supposed. Anything could have happened.
   Thoughts twisted back to sandy hair and a smile she'd grown to care for. It brought back memories of afterlife. Her heart sunk and grew cold in her chest, his last words to her surfacing up in her mind as well.

   She got up carefully, throwing on a fuzzy robe that hung on a silver hook. Her soaked feet felt a small rug before touching cool tile. From the bathroom's doorway she saw a bedroom.
   She leaned against the wall, finally noticing the body burrowed under a thin comforter, the slow rise and fall of it's breath proving that it was, in fact, someone sleeping. Her boyfriend.
   "Lincoln?" She whispered. Hopeful. Shocked.  A smile bloomed nervously on her lips. It felt foreign after everything that happened in the past twenty-four hours. She approached him slowly, quiet as to not wake him.

Something felt off, wrong. She dismissed it. Maybe it was because she was currently in a completely flip-flopped universe, so the ominous feeling of, well, whatever she was feeling could only make sense.

Then she saw him more clearly.

His hair was black and stuck out in odd directions. Dark stubble framed his jawline.

Grant fucking Ward's face was peaceful as he slept on, unaware of the massive panic attack clawing through Daisy's chest, threatening her with a scream wanting to leave her mouth.
She took a few gulping breaths of air. Fists clenched, she stood stock still, watching her ex snore soundly, arm curled around a bundle of the white bedspread.
Before she freaked out further, she needed to think first, she decided.
It would be idiotic to attack him out of no where. The best way to approach this would be to play along until the opportunity was right. But for now...

Daisy thought of the text. It's time to go to work.

Softly, Daisy shook him awake, her mind going a thousand miles per hour. She couldn't believe this was happening. That of all the things that could have been happening, she was currently stuck in an alternate universe with her ex lover who was originally supposed to be dead on an alien planet, only to end up being possessed by an alien creature and then finally exploding on an air craft.
So, not really where she thought she'd be headed back when she was a mere hacker living in a van.

"Ward," She whispered. A little harsh, at first. She lightened her tone. "We've been called in."
"Hmm?" He hummed, eyes slowly opening. She almost forgot what Ward had looked like before he was 'Hive'. When he was controlled by the creature, his hair was cur short and neatly combed, and he was clean shaven. Now, his hair was longer and messy, scruff surrounding a small smile that appeared on his lips.
"Skye," He sighed. He reached out and softly tucked her hair behind her ear, resting a hand on her cheek. She made sure not to flinch as she felt the warmth on her skin. A mix of nostalgia and bitterness swirled in her stomach and rose up like bile in her mouth. She also tried to dismiss the oddity of being called 'Skye' again.
"Hey," she smiled, staring into the brown of his irises. She tried to not falter, not a single stutter allowed. Her friends needed saving. "Get your ass up."
"Fine," He huffed, grudgingly removing his hand. Pushed the covers off him and stretched, scratching his fleece pajama bottoms that hung low on his hips.
It wasn't only weird that Ward was alive, and the fact that he called her Skye. Daisy had always remembered how he woke up right at 5:30, a drill that seemed forever embedded in his head. Checking the phone, it was already 10:00. He must've broke the habit.