A/N: So, my first ever fanfiction! Really excited, let me know what you think!

Chapter 1

Skye couldn't sleep again. She had been suffering from insomnia since the incident with Miles, and it had begun to affect other parts of her life. Mostly, it was her ability to stay calm. She finally decided to give up on sleep, and went to the kitchen to get some food and start the day early. As she looked through the fridge, she became aware of something- someone- behind her. Her training kicked in from the non-terrified place in her head, and she swung her left arm and caught them on the jaw, just like Ward had taught her. Grant… She began to fight harder, throwing her anger at her opponent as she kicked and jabbed, all to be successfully blocked at each turn. The figure gripped her wrist and spun her round so her back was braced against their chest as he grabbed round her waist, pinning her arms to her sides so she hung there like a useless ragdoll. Still she lashed out, moving her legs to step on their feet to disarm them so she could push her hips back into their stomach, and shove them backwards. They stood again, and she noted the simple grey tee and black pyjama bottoms, just like Ward wore- almost too similar... He loomed to his full height, furious, and she had no option but to look at him. Grant's anger was etched into his face. His clenched jaw, his narrow eyes, his furrowed eyebrows all screamed at her without him saying a word.

"Ward," she began, "I'm so sorry, I-" She found no words to finish her sentence and before she had a chance, he had stormed off. As she watched his retreating figure, Skye wished Miles had never happened. What she had with Ward before was great. She had a friend for the first time in her life and it had kept her grounded, and she had thrown it all away. With these thoughts, Skye began to cry, tears silently flooding from her eyes as she crumpled against the wall and fell to the ground.

That was how Jemma found her the next morning when she headed to the lab. "Skye?" she asked when she found the slumped figure, worry laced through her voice. "Skye wake up," she demanded. There was no response, and Simmons began to panic. She put her hand to Skye's forehead and felt her burning up. She immediately ran to get a damp sponge, and trickled the water down the face of her new best friend. "Skye?" she tried again desperately. This time Skye gave a weak response.

"Hmph," she muttered, just as Fitz approached from behind them. As soon as he saw the two girls, he bent down beside Jemma and suggested they take Skye to her bunk.

"Excellent." Jemma breathed a sigh of relief at the presence of her partner. Fitz lifted Skye from the floor bridal style and carried her to her room where he placed her gently on the bed, and turned to Simmons.

"You know what happened?" he queried.

"No clue," she replied before realising what that meant. "No clue- so we're going to have to prepare for any eventuality. We'll need a blood sample, some saline and monitors for her vitals at the least. Oh, and tell Coulson. I'll stay back here." Fitz was just at the door when she added, "actually Fitz, it's probably better to take that blood sample now, before she wakes up..." Jemma looked thoughtfully down at the sleeping figure.

"Gotcha" Fitz ran back to the lab. Simmons continued to dab Skye's face with the sponge, and soon Leo returned with equipment for whatever they may need to do, and a very concerned Coulson in his wake. Coulson stayed quiet in the corner of the room as Fitzsimmons swiftly took a blood sample, and wired Skye up to all the beeping and spluttering machines surrounding them.

About an hour later, Skye awoke properly, and opened her eyes to see two very confused and concerned scientists hovering over her.

"Skye," Simmons began slowly, "do you remember what happened to you last night? Only I found you this morning unconscious and running a huge temperature but your blood doesn't show anything unusual and we've been monitoring your vitals for the past," she quickly checked her watch before continuing, "74 minutes, and nothing has showed on that either."

"Yeah..." Skye began, "I-" She cut off again, unable to speak what was plaguing her mind. She took a different approach. "Jemma, do you mind if I talk to you alone about this?" Simmons turned to Fitz with a pointed look. He raised his hands and mockingly backed out the room slowly, followed by Coulson. Skye knew they would both have their ears pressed to the door, but decided not to fight it. She began to talk.

"So, since the whole 'Miles betrayal' I haven't really been sleeping well, and I know that it's pointless to get upset over 1 person out of 5 that doesn't like you, but I can't help but feel like I should still do more... and I'm not feeling too well, I keep running that crazy temperature and as I said I'm not really sleeping and-" She trailed off, lost in her thoughts.

"Skye, this is completely normal," Jemma assured, "you have been through a lot of emotional stress and it's catching up with you. The only reason you still struggle is because you let it stay, you don't give up on Ward. I know it sounds bad, but if you let go, I promise it will impact your health massively."

With that, Simmons gathered her equipment, no longer needed after diagnosing Skye's issue, and left the bunk to be greeted by a very grave faced Coulson and a similar but slightly less scary expression on Fitz.

"I need to talk to Ward about this," was all Coulson said before striding away towards the gym. His face was set in what Fitzsimmons had dubbed his 'question time with Coulson' face, in an attempt to make it less threatening. It was patient yet dark, and looked as though each feature held its own emotion which could be morphed and stretched to pry out only the truth from his subject.

A/N: Please review! Any improvements appreciated, more chapters to come! Thanks for reading!