Notes: I don't own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. nor am I making any profit from this fic. It is written purely for fans. There will be no slash and no spoilers for season 1 or season 2.

"Robot? I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but it's time to get up" Skye stood outside her SO's bunk, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently. She sighed, why on earth anyone insisted on waking up before 7 am was beyond her comprehension. Yet her lovely (not) SO was insistent on it and Skye knew the consequences for not being on time, which was fifteen pushups for every minute she was late. And she was already ten minutes late, but then again, so was Ward.

Skye rapped her knuckles a little harder on the door, groaning in frustration when it still didn't open. Maybe Coulson had sent Ward on some mission far away into a remote jungle and she wouldn't have to train this morning.

"What took you so long, sleeping beauty?" she asked when the door finally opened. Ward glared at her and promptly started coughing. Skye frowned and stepped forward, lightly resting her fingertips on Ward's forehead.

"I'm fine," he said as he brushed her hand and her concern away.

"Remember those fifteen pushups…" Skye trailed after him, silently vowing that she would never again wake up her SO if he were late.

Ward stifled a cough and a sneeze, wincing when his head started to pound. Skye had gone off, saying that she needed to use the bathroom and Ward had threatened the hacker that if she wasn't back in five minutes, he would make her do one hundred sit-ups. Skye had immediately promised to be back.

"And I'm back" Skye chirped as she stood in front of Ward.

"What are you doing?" Ward rasped. Skye had on a surgical mask and rubber gloves.

"Protecting myself. And you sound terrible. You should go sleep." Skye offered.

"I'm not sick and don't think you're getting out of training that easily." Ward resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instructed his rookie to face the punching bag.

It had only been twenty minutes into their workout, but already Ward was soaked with perspiration. He leaned weakly against his punching bag and sighed heavily.

"You are so sick" Skye emphasized the "so" and folded her arms.

"I am not sick. Specialists don't get–" Ward's face went white and he dashed out of the room.

Skye sighed after him, "Right…because specialists don't get sick," she muttered.

Ward curled miserably on his bunk. He had moved a trashcan closer to his bed and had more or less collapsed on his bunk, too tired to even take off his shoes. His bunk door opened a crack and Ward let out a low moan.

"Oh my poor Wardling" Skye exclaimed, trying valiantly to hide her smile. She held out a cup of something and Ward weakly extended his hand, lifting the cup to his lips and taking a small sip.

"I'll be back," Skye said and before Ward could protest, she vanished.

He closed his eyes and let out a miserable cough. He wished Skye would come back.

The next thing Ward knew, someone was gently shaking him awake. For some reason, he was comfortably warm, even though he distinctly remembered not being under blankets when he fell asleep. Opening his eyes, he saw Skye standing over him, in the process of tucking another polar fleece blanket around his shivering form.

"You think you can sit up?" she asked softly. Ward nodded and let out an involuntary whimper as the movement made his head and his room spin. Skye helped him up, propping a few pillows behind him and then lowering him back so that he was comfortably resting against the pillows. Ward gave her a small smile that she returned.

"Thanks" he murmured.

"Simmons made you tea," Skye said, handing him a mug filled with steaming liquid that smelled absolutely heavenly. Ward took a sip, letting the burning liquid soothe his throat.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were sick?" Skye asked as she perched on the edge of his bunk.

"I'm never sick" was Ward's automatic reply. Skye rolled her eyes at that.

"Clearly" she muttered, "why else would you be lying here when you're supposed to be training me on how to kill people?"

Ward winced at her choice of words and Skye looked down, picking at a thread on Ward's blanket.

"Because I was always taught that I had to protect myself. That no one else would protect me." He said it so softly that he wasn't even sure that Skye had heard him until she wrapped her fingers around Ward's significantly larger hand.

"You don't have to worry about that now," she whispered, "now be quiet, you need sleep."

Ward looked down at her as she snuggled close to him, wrapping a blanket around herself. He smiled and gently settled his arm around her shoulders, letting the mixed rhythm of their breathing lull him to sleep.

Ward woke three hours later, gasping in panic and soaked with sweat. Skye sleepily pushed herself up as Ward sat up abruptly.

"Ward? What is it?" she asked, yawning.

"N-N-Nothing. Go back to sleep, Skye" he said, trying to get his breathing under control. Skye's eyes widened as she saw how terrible Ward looked.

"Nightmare? You know you can tell me, Ward" Skye coaxed.

"Just a nightmare" he insisted, shaking his head to clear it.

Skye wrapped her arms around Ward and buried her face in his shoulder. She could feel him relax slowly and bring his arms up to wrap around her.

"It's okay," she whispered into his ear. Skye released him and held him at arms length.

"At least you don't feel too hot anymore," she murmured. Ward nodded and Skye saw how exhausted he looked.

"Go back to sleep, Ward" she said, "I'll be here."

Ward allowed himself to settle back against the pile of pillows and Skye rested her head on his chest. Ward smiled and brought his fingers up to run through her hair. Skye smiled and closed her eyes, sleeping in less than a minute. Ward closed his eyes and was asleep as soon as Skye.

The End

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Please leave a review if you'd like. I am thinking of making this a series of drabbles involving Skyeward drabbles and prompts.