The team had to be kept in the dark as Coulson had requested. Skye had agreed to it a few days earlier. However; she didn't feel good about it. Not from the start.

Skye hated keeping secrets from them. She so desperately fought the urge to tell them that it got harder to spend time with them and keep such a big secret. Just the other day she and Ward played Guess Who. She had gotten so close to telling him everything. About the team of SHIELD agents who died protecting and delivering an 0-8-4 to SHIELD headquarters. About how one agent, alone, survived long enough to make the delivery but not quite long enough to witness the reason why it was so special. She thought over every possible way of telling him, "the 0-8-4, it was a baby. SHIELD sent out team after team to get deliver the baby to an orphanage and to make sure it didn't stay in one place for too long." She had hoped that was all she had to say. Had hoped that he would piece the rest together on his own. "I'm the 0-8-4."

No matter how hard she tried, or how much she prepared, nothing could bring her to actually say it. "I'm the 0-8-4."

"Skye?" Ward called from across the table. "It's your turn."

"Right, sorry."

She couldn't do it.

Two days later.

"Skye." was all he said as he peeked in her bunk.

She looked up from her laptop, "Sir." She mimicked his flat tone, waiting for him to string up a sentence. "Did you need something or did you just wanna have a blinking contest?" she questioned when the silence became eerie.

"Can I come in?" He asked, sliding her door a little more open.

"Mi casa es su casa." She gestured his entrance, "Well, actually, su casa es mi c-"

"I need to talk to you." Coulson's voice was stern. Fierce. "It's important that you listen to me very carefully. These next few days are crucial so I need to know that you will follow my lead. No matter where it may go. No matter how far-fetched it may seem. Do you understand?"

Skye didn't like where this was heading but she knew, no matter what, Coulson's side was the side she has always and will always be on. "Understood," she answered without question.

"Good, because I just got word. Director Fury is on his way here as we speak."

"Director Fury? As in, The Director Fury?" Skye placed her laptop on the nightstand and pulled back her sheets.

"The one and only," said Coulson, sounding a little too annoyed.

"Wh-What does he want?" she questioned.

"I don't know but something tells me it's not going to be a slow day."