You're My Life - Skyeward One Shot

Happy Days

He sees her in his T-shirt one morning. She's not doing anything really, just standing on their balcony, watching the morning mayhem while it lasts, because in New York, it will change you faster than you can say your name. The shirt is sitting crooked, and her hair - completely rustled she looks like one of those fallen from heaven sexed up angel.
Her arms are wrapped around herself and her bare legs are visibly full of goosebumps. He walks slowly towards the window and admires the way she is so easily in awe at the simplicity of a busy morning and a sunrise. He taps lightly on the glass and she turns, slightly startled. She smiles when she sees him and goes to stand right outside the screen door. He copies her and they're standing almost completely together, save for the screen between them.

She looks up at him and grins. "I love you," she says.

"I love you more," he answers. "Nope," she says defiantly. "I love you more." She giggles.

"No way," he replies. She reaches up and he leans down and they kiss each other through the door. They break away laughing. "Come inside," he says. "I want my shirt back."

"Do you want your shirt back or do you just want it off me?" she counters, unmoving, glaring playfully.

"Either works for me," he shrugs, winking. He steps back as she comes inside and she closes the remaining distance between them with another heated kiss. He lifts her up and she wraps her legs around his waist in one swift motion.

"I love you more," she whispers as he kisses her neck.

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He wakes her as he always does if he's up first, slowly, and with a dozen kisses. Only today, he had a rose in his hand and a birthday card. He presses his first kiss to her temple, lightly brushing her hair from her face. He places one on her upward cheek, and one on the corner of her mouth. "Good morning, rookie," he whispers. He brings his lips to her collar bone, completely exposed in her position, and softly presses one, two, three kisses in the same relative area. "Happy birthday," he says. He sees her shiver delicately, and he knows she's waking slowly. He presses his lips to hers for the last kiss and her eyes flutter open.

"Mm?" she mutters incoherently.

"It's your birthday, Skye," Ward explains softly. "Happy birthday, Rookie." He presents her with the rose and the card as she sits up.

She opens the card and adjusts her (his) shirt simultaneously, covering the rest of where he plants kisses. She reads it quietly to herself.
'I think that everyone has someone, everybody gets their love one day, and thought that some day some girl will love me, she will make me forget the pain i have suffered, she will hold me, she will support me, and she will make me complete. I'm so glad I found you Skye. Happy Birthday'

She smiles and looks up at him. He's looking at her longingly and she gets on her knees to hug him. "Thank you," she says. "I love it. I love you."

"I love you more," he replies.

She pulls away. "No way," she says sternly. "You're the best robot boyfriend. Ever." She kisses him softly.

He pulls back then, and grins. "I am," he agrees.
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Those devastating, life-shattering words came far too soon, and Wars was left staring blankly at his hospital gown.

"You have cancer, Mr.Ward," the doctor repeats. "I'm sorry. Is there anyone you want me to call?"

Wars blinks, slowly still trying to digest the news here. "Uh," he thinks. "No." He takes a deep breath. "No, I... It's fine."

"Okay well, Mr. Ward, you'll have to undergo a series of tests to determine the severity," the doctor says, scribbling on a sheet. "You can schedule an appointment with the lady at the front. But you'll need your ID and medical information."