Skye's first day at her new job had not gone well.
She had thought that, as she knew Fitz, who happened to be her boss and her next door neighbour, he may have eased her in gently, but she found that this was not the case. She had lots of stuff that she needed to do already. Fitz has told her to take it as a compliment; he would never trust someone so new with so much if he didn't think they were good enough; but right now Skye was thinking she would probably prefer to be someone who knew nothing about how computers worked. Besides, during the day she had certainly acted like it. She almost made the whole network crash when she made a programming error but with her skills she managed to contain the crash to her computer only. Fitz, however, was not impressed. He told her to go home, settle in a bit more and come back again tomorrow with a clean slate.
So it was with a rather depressed mood that she dragged herself up the stairs to her apartment. (why wasn't there a lift in this building?!) However as she arrived at the first floor she heard keys being stuffed in a lock and saw, for the first time, the guy who lived next to Phil and May - Grant Ward.
He was facing the door so Skye couldn't see his face but Skye froze and began to stare because she noticed that he had a very impressive physique, Skye might even go as far to say he was even more impressive than Trip. She stood there staring for an uncomfortably long amount of time before realising that Ward was still bent over shuffling his keys about in the door lock.
"Er…" Skye started, and Ward turned around. Skye stood shocked for a moment. She was reminding herself of when Fitz first met her! She stood uncomfortably still, staring at him for way to long until Ward brought her back to Earth by saying, "What?"
"It's just do you… I mean…" Skye was struggling and she could tell Ward was getting frustrated, his eyes had even started to dilate. "Do you want some help? Is the key stuck in the lock?"
"No." Grant Ward snapped, in an overly aggressive tone, "I don't need help." He then turned back around and proceeded to violently move the keys in a way Skye knew would never, ever open the lock. So, even though she was slightly scared, she took a few steps forward towards him and said, "That's not going to help," very tentatively to his back.
Grant Ward turned around, a look of utter shock and disbelief on his face at this comment. Skye almost wanted to laugh. How ridiculous was it that someone could be so surprised at being told he was doing it wrong. "I don't need help," he said again, with very little expression.
"I'm not trying to rob you," said Skye, beginning to lose her temper, "I've just moved in upstairs, my name is Skye and I really think you should try being more gentle with the door." This time Ward didn't react, instead pretended he hadn't heard her and merely continued to aggressively try and turn the key unnecessarily hard. Skye rolled her eyes. She didn't know for sure exactly what was making her stay and help this very rude guy but she really wanted to stay around him. "Look, just…" She struggled for what to say, the banging of the key against the lock was getting quite annoying now, "just STOP!" She ended up shouting which caused Ward to stop ignoring her and instead turn around and glare at her with a very intense stare. It did little to intimidate her however, in fact, she found it almost romantic… Staring into each other's eyes like that...
"Fine," he said, seemingly giving in, "If you know so well what you're doing, then you open the door."
Skye smiled the most sincere smile she could muster, "I will." Ward was still annoyed but considering he had been trying to get into his apartment for a long time now he really didn't have a choice. Ward hated getting help, he worked alone. As Skye lifted her hands and gently moved the key around the right place Ward couldn't help noticing that her hands was so shiny and smooth, and all her movements were very gentle. In that moment all he wanted to do was was touch her hands and feel how soft they were.
Within seconds Skye had the door open and Ward, with a roll of his eyes at Skye, who raised her eyebrows back, strolled casually into his apartment.
The first thought Skye had when seeing the apartment was how dark it was. Of course there was no light and the blinds were closed but that wasn't what Skye meant. Even once Ward switched on the light the colours were so dark they seemed to absorb all the light and leave none for the rest of the room. The room was a huge mess, there was a lot of rubbish on the floor and the small kitchen desktop in the corner clearly hadn't been wiped in months. Skye didn't think this was really a room for a personal trainer but decided he must attend a gym regularly rather than exercise at home. This room was the polar opposite to FitzSimmons'. It didn't even look particularly inviting, except perhaps for the fact that the majority or the room was made of large comfortable looking couches and Skye even spotted a small beanbag in one of the corners.
When Ward got in he went to the fridge opened a beer and sat on the sofa, picking up the tv remote as he did so.
"Either leave or come in but don't just stand there." Said Ward, rather harshly.
Skye decided to investigate so she cautiously entered the apartment.