A/N: Finally finished the last chapter for this prompt! Thanks to Serenity Shadowstar for the idea :) I know it didn't go quite along the line lines of what you wrote out for me, but my muse had other ideas. However, the fluff is still here!

There are some spoilers for the season 2 finale in here, and I didn't mean for it to go like that, but my imagination just went off on its own tangent.

Thank you to Just a Bit Dipsy, Maddison1803, shikasgirl10, and Serenity Shadowstar for your reviews! :3 Love you guys to bits!

DISCLAIMER: I don't even own this story, credit to Serenity Shadowstar for coming up with the idea! :)

Taking careful steps to halfway down the mound he was standing on, Ward reached out a hand to help Simmons clamber over. The scientist was nervous about being close to him, but placed May's life ahead of her own discomfort. Together, they made their way down the other side, Ward keeping his hands up around Simmons to prevent her from slipping too much. Once the pair had safely reached the ground, they looked towards the crashed quinjet in time to see May drop from the opening under the wing.

"Oh, lord. I didn't think it was that bad." Simmons whispered, horrified at how damaged the aircraft was.

"Well, May's alive." Ward pointed out, hoping to cheer her up. "You need any help?"

"I'm going to need to get to somewhere safe and secure without the possibility of a quinjet falling on us." She replied, refusing to look in his direction. A moment passed before she moved towards the pilot, skirting around bits of debris.

"You're welcome." Ward snarked as Simmons moved out of earshot. He glanced around as he followed her, checking for signs of movement, but the scene was void. Simmons had already reached May, and was turning her over. "She awake?" he called out.

"No." Simmons shouted back, still not looking at him. She did, however, look around for somewhere to go. "Carry her over there!" she pointed to a wooden porch that was remarkably clear. Ward reached the pair of woman and gently picked May up, following the biochemist.

"Ward!" a familiar voice called out, causing Ward and Simmons to spin around, May's head lolling loosely in Ward's arms. Coulson waved from the edge of a crater, some few hundred feet away. "Jemma!"

"Where's Skye?" Ward shouted back as Coulson started navigating his way over to them.

"Where's Fitz?" Simmons called out, just as anxious.

Coulson didn't answer, reserving his breath for getting over to his agents.

"Ward." Simmons got his attention, and waved him over to the porch. Ward laid her down carefully and Simmons immediately got to work, exposing the patch of skin on her side that had been punctured.

"What's wrong with May?" Coulson's voice grabbed Ward's attention.

"Where's Skye and Fitz?" he fired back, just as quickly.

"I don't know. I–" he was cut off by Gordon, appearing beside them. Skye standing next to them, drowsy, but alive.

"Skye!" Ward said breathlessly, moving towards her. She managed a smile before taking a couple of steps towards him and collapsing into his arms. "What happened to you?" When she didn't answer, he looked to Gordon in desperation. "What happened to her?"

"Jiaying." Gordon said gravely. He too looked worn out, and there was a cut on the side of his face that was bleeding heavily. "She'd gotten hit and was dying. So she tried to absorb Skye's life."

"Absorb?!" Ward exclaimed, shocked.

"Here, let me help you with that." Coulson said gently, holding out some gauze and a small bottle of disinfectant. Gratefully, Gordon allowed him to wipe at the blood covering the side of his face. They stayed like this for a few minutes, with Coulson cleaning up Gordon, Simmons seeing to May to prevent the older woman from dying, and Ward trying to rouse Skye.

"Jemma." Fitz's voice was faint and echoed, but all of the awake members of the group heard it.

"Gordon." Ward started to say, but the Inhuman was already on his way, reappearing a moment later with Fitz.

"Whoa, that's weird…Jemma!" the engineer exclaimed as he staggered a little from the landing then looked up at his new surroundings. His gaze drifted to May, and his jaw dropped open in shock. "What happened to her?"

"The quinjet crashed." Ward said tersely. Fitz tensed up as soon as he started talking, but he at least looked at the specialist, noticing Skye being held limply against him. When Ward nodded in the direction of the broken aircraft, Fitz's eyes followed and widened as he saw the crash site.

"Sir, I can't treat her here, she needs surgery as soon as possible." Simmons spoke up as she finished her hurried examination of May. Ward, Coulson and Fitz all looked at her, then at Gordon.

"I can't take someone with me when they're that injured." The Inhuman said with all due seriousness. "I'll bring some of our doctors and you can stabilise her here."

"But I don't have the medical supplies for a surgery here!"

"I'll bring that with me." And in an instant, he was gone.

The babble of the hallway outside her room invaded the sense of serenity that Skye was enjoying. That is, as much as anyone unconscious can enjoy it. Groaning, she opened her eyes, grateful for no harsh lights stabbing into her vision. Blinking a few times, the details of her room in The Playground came into focus, the only light coming through the frosted window in the door.

Sitting up, she noticed she wasn't the only one in the room. Ward sat in a chair not far from her bed, slumped in sleep with his head hanging forward. The sight was peaceful, if a little amusing. A little amount of drool was dragging down from his bottom lip.

"Ward." She said, then blinked in surprise at how raspy her voice was. Moving her hand to her throat, a tug on her arm brought the IV drip to her attention. "What?" she muttered confused, pulling the drip out of her arm. She tried to think back to what happened to her that could have warranted the medical treatment.

"Hey." A low voice drew her out of her thoughts and she looked over to see Ward slowly sitting more upright. "You feeling okay?"

"Yeah, why? What happened? Why'd I need an IV?" Skye's brows were creased together in confusion. Ward's expression quickly mirrored hers.

"You don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

"Gordon brought you to us, and then you just collapsed." Ward said this slowly in case any hint of recall showed in her eyes, but there was nothing but concerned confusion. "He said that Jiaying had tried to…absorb your life."

A devastated expression slid onto Skye's face as she shifted backwards until she could lean against the headboard. "How can I not remember that?" she breathed, her voice still a little hoarse.

"Some side effect of it not entirely working?" Ward suggested as he stood and retrieved a glass of water from on top of the dresser. Handing it to her, he grimaced a little. "According to Gordon, no one that she got a hold of escaped her grasp. Until you."

"How many did she kill?" Skye whispered with horror.

"I don't know. But try not to focus on that. Most of the Inhumans are safe and the histories and records of your people all made it out without being intercepted by Hydra." He placed a comforting hand on Skye's, a steady look of adoration in his gaze.

Keeping eye contact with Grant, Skye laced her fingers through his, enjoying the feeling of butterflies that it ignited in her stomach. "Is the rest of the team alright?" When Ward sucked in slightly, she knew something was wrong. "Grant."

"May crashed the quinjet. Something punctured her side; not sure what it was. Simmons and the doctors at…" he tried to remember the name for the sanctuary.

"Afterlife." Skye supplied.

"At Afterlife," Ward acknowledged. "Performed emergency surgery on site. She should be fine with time."

"But…what about Mike and Lincoln?" Skye panicked, and Ward felt a surge of jealousy shoot through his heart.

"Kara, Morse, and Hunter went with FitzSimmons and Coulson to rescue them." He replied gently and Skye nodded, taking a small gulp of water. Placing it on the floor, she looked back up at Ward and was somewhat taken aback by the intensity of his gaze. She decided to roll with it.

What the hell, I almost died! She thought, as she grabbed hold of the back of Ward's neck and pulled him into a kiss. His hands automatically came up to cup her face, his tongue seeking entry. She opened her mouth at once, moaning as Ward moved to push her onto her back on the bed.