So I wrote this for a competition on Instagram and I was really pleased with how it turned out so I decided to post it on here as well! On my Instagram there is an edit to go with it as well so if you want to see it its on a_shieldagent :) Hope you like it!

As Skye sat alone in the lab, connected to all kinds of equipment, she had never felt more alone in her whole life. Yes, she had lived the early years of her life bouncing from one foster home to another, never staying with any family long enough to become accepted and loved by them, and yet even then she had felt more cared for. The nuns, for all their rules and strictness, had loved her in the way they loved all the children under their care and they never wanted to see any harm come to her, which was more than could be said for the people she had once considered to be friends.

No one had even thought to come in and check she was ok. They were only concerned about how she could be a threat to them and everyone else. She was just like every other 084 to them now, no longer a human, just a number that had to be assessed. They had barely even looked at her since she had been put in the lab. Being in quarantine was a miserable existence, made even worse by the looks shot at her.

No one trusted her anymore. They just didn't seem to get that it was hard for her as well. She had watched one of her best friends die in front of her as she survived whatever had happened to them, she had caused strange things to happen and she didn't know what had happened to her. She was scared and alone and she just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry but she was being watched like a prized lab rat, there for experimentation, and she did not want to show any signs of weakness. She trusted them all, she had to, but everything had changed and Skye had fallen upon her defence mechanisms.

Fitz had been nice enough to her. He had tried to defend her and keep her safe, she could tell by his body language, but he was under pressure. It was one against everyone else and Fitz had only recently made much progress in his recovery. He couldn't defend her alone and it appeared no one else wanted to vouch for her. Clearly they no longer trusted her.

The hurt that that spiked inside of her surprised Skye more than she ever though it would. She had come to love the other agents like family but clearly they didn't feel the same loyalty or else they wouldn't cast her out just like that. They treated her like it was her fault, what had happened to her.

Skye shook herself out of her thoughts. Isolation was bad for her; it made her think too much but that just hurt her. She needed to think practically. Skye had never been one to stay where she didn't feel she belonged, she had left so many foster homes for that reason, and right now, she had never felt so shunned.

Skye was an expert hacker, even if she hadn't been using so much recently as she had been initially, and she had plenty of advanced tech surrounding her. Not being quite sure what they intended on doing to her, she wanted to get out of there as soon as she could. It was hard to do what she needed undetected considering the sheer number of glass windows letting anyone look in and see her but Skye had never let little things like that affect her before.

Skye had always been inspired by stories she had heard of Strike Team Delta. When she had been striking to become and agent, she had aspired to be like the agents on those stories and she had picked up a thing or two. She had been lucky to scrounge some paper and a pen after she had spoofed the monitors so as not to alert them of her absence.

Skye had always been on the small side, slight enough to fit into small spaces to hide in. She'd used that a lot when she was little and trying to escape and it was to her advantage greatly now, after all, who was going to follow her into the air vents to look for her.

It was a bit of a squeeze and not at all as easy as the many stories she had heard from her ex-SO. Just thinking of him made her heart ache. Despite the pain of the betrayal, she still loved him greatly and she regretted shooting him in the heat of the moment. It sounded completely insane but t had been done out of love. She knew where she was going was dangerous and Grant would follow her, no matter what she said. He would have died today if she hadn't shot him and she couldn't have lived with herself if he had been killed because of her. It was bad enough when it had been one of her best friends but the man she loved ding would have killed her. She would not have been able to go on.

After plenty of wriggling and exertion, trying to keep as calm as possible and a few vibrations that felt like they were shaking her whole body, Skye reached her destination. She slipped out of the building without notice of others, who were too busy arguing and feeling conflicted, and left into the night. She was broken but she wasn't going to give up. She drew her strength from her pain and soldiered on.

Fitz was fed up of all the arguing and slipped off back to his room. He was still recovering and it could be just too much sometimes. That was when he noticed the neatly folded paper that was lying on his bed. He opened it and was shocked at what he saw.

Leo,

I'm so sorry it's come to this but I know I don't belong here anymore. You know as well as I do that everyone else is bound by their duty and fear of the unknown and they don't trust me anymore. I can't stay here and be watched like a lab rat whilst I'm not wanted. I'm broken now and I know it.

Thank you for standing up for me and I hope they don't take that against you. You were such a good friend to me Leo and I wish you all the best with your recovery and Jemma. She does love you, I know it.

I wish I could have said a proper goodbye but I had to leave as soon as I could. I will see you again one day, I promise.

Good luck and I'm sorry.

Goodbye,

Skye

Skye was gone.

What did you think? Unbeta'd so sorry for the mistakes I'm sure are in there!