I know, what the hell am I doing right? I Still Love Him isn't finished yet! Don't worry, I love that story too much to abandon it. I just had to post this, it's been on my mind the last few days and I thought you Skyeward fans would love it.

Pairing: SkyeWard (Do I even need to list this anymore?) Forever a Shipper

Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with MCU or Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. I own nothing, just a writer with an idea.

Chapter 1

She noticed the ring almost immediately, the unusual weight on that hand calling her attention to it. She goes out for drinks in Vegas on time. One time! Next thing she knows, she's got a pounding in her head that could rival Thor's hammer, and an unknown husband.

Her first instinct was to bolt while he was in the shower. It's just a one night stand, and what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Except she'd married this one night stand. God, she should have stayed home and had that movie marathon with Jemma.

Should've, could've, would've. But didn't. No, She had to spend her weekend off in Vegas. She would murder Hunter later for suggesting the idea.

"Oh yes it was great, I relaxed all right and woke up married!" She huffed.

Right now, she needed to get dressed. Then she could address the elephant in the hotel suite, more specifically the bathroom. Coulson and May were going to wring her neck. She could barely remember the name of the drink she ordered, let alone the name of her new husband's.

Skye gently sat up, wincing at how sore she felt. They had really done everything last night. She couldn't even remember if he was any good. Her body screamed yes, but the aches in her muscles had her thinking he had been to drunk to hold back.

Ugh, screw clothes, she'll just lay there a while. Pretend she was sleeping so he would leave, yeah, no awkward conversations, no trouble when she got back to base. She'd probably given him a fake name anyway, to avoid being contacted again.

"I'm sorry. I got a little carried away."

Damn, she hadn't even laid back down. "That's a big under-" Wait. She knew that voice.

"Yeah, there's still hot water, if you want to take a shower?"

This had to be a joke, or a horrible nightmare. There was no way she'd ever be drunk enough to marry him! Or sleep with him! There wasn't a drink strong enough to make her that stupid. No way in hell. Though apparently, every way on Earth. Wait, maybe this was a joke. Hunter had to have set this up.

"Oh god, you almost had me there for a moment. Where's Coulson? Is he hiding in the closet with a camera? Or is he in the next room? Is the camera in the flowers?"

His brow furrowed as he came toward her. It was about that time she noticed he only had a towel wrapped around his hips. She bit her lip to stop from licking her lips. He left very little to the imagination. No, now was not the time to be thinking that!

"Skye?"

She flinched away from his hand, her own stumbling to get the ring off her finger. When she finally did, she threw it at him, scooting as far back as she could and pulling the sheets up to cover herself. It was no surprise when he caught it. Damn super spy and his super reflexes.

"Stay away from me."

"Skye.."

"Don't! Just- Just go.."

He didn't listen to her, not that she'd been expecting him to. This was Grant Ward, the last she'd seen him, they're been on a mission to save Lincoln. Oh God, Lincoln, what would he think? If he found out.

The hydra agent sat down next to her, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. "I'm sorry. You don't remember any of last night do you?"

It was coming back to her, now that she was more awake, he'd shown up somewhere between her mumbling about 'damn happy people' and ' my dad killed my mom, who tried to kill me.'

Somehow, despite her displeasure, he'd wound up sitting with her and sharing his own story. How he accidentally killed his girlfriend, who had been disguised as May. How any of that had ended with them at the alter was still a mystery to her.

"Do you always have an engagement ring in your pocket?"

It was a random question, that she didn't really want to know the answer to. But she'd gone to enough Vegas weddings to know they didn't have rings as beautiful as that in the jewelry store there. Her ring had too much detail in the craftsmanship and it had fit her hand perfectly.

He chuckled softly, turning the ring over in his hand. She was pretty sure the diamond, or maybe diamonds, were at least two karat, maybe three, but the silver bands that wove around it made it seem larger. It was at that same moment she saw a matching silver band, with four small diamonds engraved in it, on his finger. Was it just her, or was that a little too suspicious?

"No. This was made specifically for someone a long time ago." His voice sounded far away, and Skye found herself unable to stop him from putting it back in her hand. "It was made for you."

She frowned as he made her read the inscription inside. '~You're My One & Only Skye~'

She jerked back, taking the sheets with her as she stumbled off the bed. Even though her legs protested, begging her to lay back down.

"What the hell Ward!?"

He'd been drowning his sorrows over his dead girlfriend, while he had a ring made for someone else in his pocket. How sick was that? Did he not get how twisted that was? Was this all that just a cover story, had he really been searching for her?

"I had them made before San Juan. I was going to get it melted down and remade before..." He broke off, and she could tell by the dark look in his eyes, he was thinking about Agent 33's death again.

Skye picked up her bag, while he was distracted, locking herself in the bathroom. "I want a divorce!"

"Skye.."

"I don't want to hear it. I was drunk, that was the only reason I agreed to this shit!"

She turned on the shower, drowning out any response he may have had. With any hope he would be gone before she got out and she could put this all behind her. Yeah, she could just go home a day early and pretend she wasn't married to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most want serial killer.

If only, right?

Ward was sitting on the bed, now fully clothed, her ring held delicately in his hand. He looked to be tracing the outside of the two bands that molded to hold it's gem inside a silver flower. It made her wonder if he had remembered from when she'd made a comment about how much she'd loved Galadriel's ring. During the Lord of the Rings marathon the team had had on one of their weekends off.

The ring looked almost exactly the same, telling her he must have. But that had been ages ago, before everything with Hydra started.

"I still want to talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about." She made to leave, but he closed the door just as she pulled it open.

"What if this is our second chance?"

"I shot you four times."

He grimaced, but didn't let her escape just yet. Damn him and his muscles.

"If you had really wanted me dead, you would have shot for the head." His gaze softened a little, and he held out the ring to her once again. "Please, Skye. Give us a chance."

She almost melted under that stare, so full of hope. He really wanted to try this again.. Well more for the first time. Those ten seconds in Providence didn't count. Though wasn't this a little to fast? Really, way too fast. Not even his best puppy eyes could get her to agree to this.

"Goodbye, Ward."

She pushed him back enough that she could slip out, desperately hoping this could all be put behind her. She was so caught up in all the thoughts buzzing through her brain, that she almost didn't hear him correct her.

"It's Grant."

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I don't know if this will continue, it's just a random fanfiction thought. If it does become more, I'm sorry it will have to wait till my other Skyeward is finished. If you haven't read that, you should check it out, I've been told it's pretty good.

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