Hey babes! Back again with a new story for ya! I'm really, really excited to share this one with you guys! My friend and I came up with this one and we've been writing the basic structure of it for a little while and just recently finished. I also just recently finished writing the first part (yes, there will be a sequel that I've already started writing) and am so excited for you guys to read.

All you really need to know is that this is going to be a bit AU. A lot of the elements from season 2 will still be there, but the timetable has kind of been moved up. I really hope you guys have fun reading what we've created. We're both excited about this one. :)

Enjoy!

"I am not a good man, Skye."

"Yes, you are."

Their eyes connect in silent conversation long before their lips do. Crashing together after a mere moment's hesitation, his fingers carding through her hair in a passionate frenzy, needing to be closer to her. Her hands caress the side of his face, kissing him hard, needing to be closer to him than she is. They both shift on the couch, moving closer together, desire and need coursing through their bodies as they continue deepening the kiss.

"Are you sure?" he asks when her hands slide down the front of his shirt, fiddling with the snap of his jeans.

She nods breathlessly. "I'm positive. I want this. I want you. Please."

Hesitating for another small moment, not quite believing that it's happening, he connects their lips again. He wraps a hand around her lower back, pulling her closer as he leans forward, pushing her back so she's lying on the couch, his body hovering above hers.

Her fingers continue to mess with the clasp on his jeans until he takes pity on her and finishes the task himself, quickly unbuttoning them and then pulling down his zipper. She helps him as he slides out of his jeans, and then her hands are on his torso, pushing his t-shirt up his body.

"Well now," he says when his shirt is tossed to the floor. "I don't think this is very fair."

"No, I don't think that it is."

Sitting up, she keeps eye contact with him as she lifts her own t-shirt over her head and tosses it to the floor to join his. She smirks when his eyes darken. "See something you like?" she asks.

He nods his head and then stares into her deep brown eyes, his hands drifting up to her sides, his thumbs brushing against the underwire of her bra. "I most definitely do."

He surges forward, reconnecting their lips as his hands roam her body, committing every curve and valley to his memory.

Lifting her hands, she tangles one in his hair and the other curls up around his waist, holding onto him tightly as he slowly lowers them back against the couch.

"Are you sure you won't regret this later in the day?" he asks against her lips.

"I'm sure," she tells him. "I want this, Grant. I want you."

His heart skips at hearing his first name pass through her lips. "I want this too," he admits.

"Good."

Searing their lips together once more, the rest of her clothing is shed as they get lost within each other, everything on the other side of the door slipping far away.

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Unshed tears sting at her eyes as she stares down at the offending piece of plastic in her hand. The timer on her phone has long since gone off, its chime still echoing quietly in her ears as everything else fades away. This cannot be happening. Not to her. Not now. Not with everything else that's going on. This is the last thing that she needs. But at least it explains why she's been puking her guts out so much recently.

She went to Simmons and after she told her how she'd been feeling, the woman assumed it to just be a stomach bug and told her to get plenty of rest and make sure to drink lots of fluids. So that's what she'd been doing for the last few days.

But then, the fateful day came when she realized she'd missed her period and all the gears in her head started turning, trying to piece it all together. The final piece to the puzzle, however, was the pregnancy test. A test that she now has in her hand and is wondering exactly why they have them on the base. SHIELD really is prepared for everything, apparently.

"Oh crap," she whispers to herself when her mind actually puts everything together and she flashes back to that day that seems so long ago now.

They'd both wanted it, she knows that. But now that she thinks about it, did he really want what happened between them, or was he just playing the same old game with her? Did he sleep with her just to further whatever his agenda was? Or did he honestly want to be with her in that way? She might never know. Not with him being locked up.

At the thought of being in the same building as the man who broke her heart, her stomach starts to churn. She drops the test and rushes to the toilet, falling to her knees and emptying her lunch into it.

She groans as she sinks the rest of the way to the floor, leaning back against the wall.

Tears sting at her eyes again as her head lolls to the side and she catches sight of the abandoned pregnancy test on the tiled floor next to her. Everything is different now, nothing will ever be the same. No matter what has happened in the past, whatever mistakes she's made; no matter what her plans for the future would have been, none of it matters. There's only one thing that really matters now.

Breathing in deeply, she pushes herself off the floor and moves to the sink to wash the taste of vomit from her mouth.

She stares at herself in the mirror, focusing on the heavy bags under her eyes from the many sleepless nights since joining S.H.I.E.L.D. She suspects that they're only going to get worse over the next eighteen years.

Her eyes go slightly wide when it dawns on her where her mind just went. She sighs. "Guess this is really happening, then."

Stepping away from the counter she cleans up her mess, wrapping the test in toilet paper and shoving it to the bottom of the trashcan. She just hopes no one else finds it before the trash run and tries to figure out whose it is. No one can know yet. Not until she herself really comes to terms with it.

Quickly washing her face and fixing her hair, she makes her way out of the bathroom, shutting off the light in the process.

Shuffling through the hallway, she gives a tight smile to the few agents she passes by on her way to the lounge. She doesn't know any of them very well. The first few months she was with SHIELD she only ever interacted with her own team. And now she's a little too set in her ways and never exactly finds the time to reach out and get to know any of the other agents.

"Skye?"

Looking over her shoulder, she finds Simmons approaching her just outside the lounge, a friendly smile on her face.

The Brit pulls her into a quick hug. "Hey, how are you doing? Are you feeling alright? I noticed that you've been in your room a lot lately and I just wanted to make sure that you're doing alright and don't any kind of med-"

"I'm fine," she snaps and then sighs. She rubs a hand across her forehead. "Sorry, sorry. I'm just... really tired right now, haven't been getting much sleep lately. I think I just need to take go and take a nap."

"Oh. Of course. That stomach bug still bothering you, then?"

She pulls her lips in tight and nods, resisting the urge to place a hand on her stomach. "Yeah, stomach bug. It's been pretty bad."

"Still?"

She nods. "Yeah."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Just get lots of rest and try to take things easy until you get over this."

In nine months, she thinks to herself.

She gives Simmons another tight smile. "Absolutely. I was actually just going to grab a snack and then go back to my room to catch up on some of that sleep."

"Good plan. And I'm going to go and see to Fitz. Anything you'd like me to tell him for you?"

I'm pregnant with the baby of the man who tried to kill you, she thinks but doesn't say. It would definitely not be the wisest thing to say at the moment.

She swallows and shakes her head. "Uh, no, that's okay."

"Alright. I'll see you later, then."

"Yeah, see ya."

She waits until Simmons is out of her sight before moving into the lounge and going straight for the kitchenette at the back end of the room. She rifles through the cabinets for something to snack on that isn't going to make her stomach churn later in the day, and then moves back down the hall to her room.

Stepping inside, she tosses her food onto the desk just inside as she closes the door and locks it. She sighs and runs a hand through her hair before toeing off her shoes against the wall.

Lying back on her bed, she pulls her shirt up, resting her hands flat on her stomach. She cradles the skin there, trying to find any evidence of a baby actually being in there. But she finds none. Her skin is a little bit more taut than usual, but there's no bump that she can see.

"So there's actually a person in there," she says to no one in particular. "Well, I guess you're not actually a person yet, but you'll get there eventually. In about nine months or so, apparently. Just promise me you won't cause too much trouble, okay?"

Rolling onto her side, she grabs her tablet and pulls it onto the bed with her. She sits up and sets the tablet in her lap, tapping her fingers on the screen to log in.

Opening up the web browser, she begins searching for everything that she can on pregnancy, purchasing a few e-books in the process to read at a later date.

She finds a few different blogs on motherhood that she bookmarks, though she does read a few posts on each blog, allowing her to get different perspectives on parenting and the like.

Letting out a heavy yawn, she realizes how tired she actually is, that she wasn't really lying when she told Simmons that she was going to take a nap.

Making sure she has her page saved, she locks the device and sets it down next to her before curling up on her side against her pillow. She breathes in deeply as her eyelids flutter closed, her body relaxing as she starts in early on getting caught up on her sleep.

So? What did you think? Let me know in a review down below. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Until next time,
Jellybean96 out!