Hey guys! This chapter is short, but it's more like an introductory chapter. It's an accompany fan fic to my other one, Anchor. Both are set after 2X10, but Anchor is about what happened to Grant and Agent 33, while this is what happened to Skye at the same time. It'll be updated with chapters that lace through Anchor, so for the full story, I'd read that one first, or after this.

This chapter happens before Chapter Four in Anchor.(I'll be going into the events immediately after 2x10 as flashbacks later on).

Anyway, enjoy, and please review, follow and favourite!

1 What Skye Became

Fractures.

They shatter through the earth, breaking up the ground from underneath us, chucking us around. Bruising us. Hurting us. Destroying us.

I'm a catalyst now. A pillar of earthquakes. After that night, in the catacombs. When I touched the Diviner. When I found out who I really became.

I sip at my coffee, looking out of the window of my new van. Because yes, I have a van again. The rain falls lightly against the windscreen as I wrap my fingers around the takeout cup of coffee I got from Starbucks. Open against the wheel is a map. I push the coffee cup onto the dashboard and pick up my pen. I start to draw stars around cities. They would look random to anyone but me. Because all these cities mean something to me, so I'm avoiding them like the black plague. Maybe Coulson or May could figure it out, if they saw my map, but there's no way they'll ever see it. Because they're looking for someone called Skye. A nameless orphan girl, who's now a danger. An Inhuman.

Slowly, I send a small wave of my power into the coffee cup, sending small tidal waves crashing into the side of the cup.

Because I'm no longer Skye the Hacktivist. I'm not even Skye the Mini-May Bot. I'm Skye who creates earthquakes. The governor of the earth.

I ran from SHIELD, the only family I had. Because they couldn't trust me. So I dropped the name Skye and became simply the nameless shadow I had always been, before SHIELD. It hurt to return to the lonely life. SHIELD had taught me what it meant to be part of a family. But I couldn't stay somewhere where I was feared and distrusted. Where my every move was watched. So, with the help of Fitz, I ran.

Fitz. Poor damaged Fitz. That's how everyone thought of him as. Poor. Damaged. Alone.

So it was logical that he was the only one who listened to me. Who crafted me a plan to escape on. He worked distractions and stole me money from Coulson. Then he let me out of the base, and told me to run. To run far, where SHIELD would never find me. Not until I knew who I was again. Not until I knew what I had become.

That was 10 days ago. Upon leaving the base, I hijacked a car and drove into the city. From there, I managed to buy this very van I'm sitting in. Then I drove to the next city, stole more cash and drove further.

Did I have a plan? Surprisingly, yes. All I had to do was get used to my powers, like how I got used to hacking. Simple, huh?

Not simple. Controlling my quaking abilities was like trying to control a Tsunami. Impossible. Even now, all I can do is my coffee trick. But even that was more progress than I ever made under SHIELD. I think it's because I can relax more alone, in a van. Something about vehicles just makes me calm, and serene.

But that wasn't just my plan. That would have just been silly. The other half to my plan was to find the only person I wanted to see.

Grant Ward.

Yeah, I know. Last time I saw him I put four bullets in him. But somehow I know he'll be alive. He has to be. Because Grant's the only one who can help me.

I'm not saying I return his feelings. (Which I think are probably dead by now. You know, because I shot him. But in my defense, he taught me never to turn my back on my enemy, so it's kind of his fault for forgetting his own lessons). But Grant helps me focus. And to control what I became, I'm going to need his help. And I can't return his feelings. Because as I see it, he's like a lost stray seeking anyone to help him. To lead him. And I'm not comfortable with that.

I have an idea how to find him as well. Yes, I've been working hard. Grant's an enigma, but if I'm right, I can find him. Because Grant Ward is easy to spot on cameras. Those cheekbones and all.

It helps that I already found him. I ran a search on a library computer, working quickly in the limited time I had to use it, and managed to track him to a city. So all I have to do now is drive out and somehow convince him to help me. Otherwise, I have no idea what I'm going to do.

Grant may not be the best option, but he's looking like my only option. Unless I want to return to being SHIELD's lab rat. Or, you know, track down Raina or my dad. But since the last time I saw Raina, she was looking… not herself, let's just say, and my dad beat Coulson into the floor last time I saw him. So both of them options are probably not the wisest. Even though Cal would have answers for me, but I can't risk it. Grant's my best option.

He has to be. I refuse to let myself think otherwise. I don't need Grant, per se, but I need someone. Even if he tells me he hates me. At least I would have tried everything.

"Alright, Skye." I mutter to myself, tossing the now empty coffee cup and the map onto the seat next to me. Slowly, I ease into drive, pulling out of the alley way and into traffic. "First stop, Washington D.C."