This story does use the Soulmate trope which originated from Ozhawk, and I don't own that, or anything revolving around the Avengers or Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Besides that, enjoy!

Skye POV

She could see him in her cell. All she wanted to do was run to him. To stop him from doing something he would regret, but she couldn't move.

"Coulson PLEASE!" she screamed, trying to get his attention. He ignored her, looking condescendingly at her through the glass that separated them. Running his hand through his hair, a sigh escaped his lips.

"I'm sorry Skye, we just can't let you hurt anyone else."

"Please! I'll do better! I promise! Please you're the only family I have left." She said, looking defeated. She could feel a tear run down her face.

"We loved you." She couldn't help but realize the d that had turned the word she so desperately wanted to hear, into a word she wished didn't exist. Her eyes looked back to him, his hand pushing a button hidden by the grey walls. Gas filled her room, and suddenly she was choking. Desperately, she sucked in air that didn't exist anymore, trying to see him, as if eye contact would make him realize that she was just like him. But it didn't. And, slowly, her world blurred until all that was left was she and her thoughts. But now those were gone as well.

Skye jerked out of bed by the feeling of cold hands on her shoulders.

"Skye, you need to stop. You're going to bring this plane down" May looked at her, eyes laced with fear and shock.

She didn't know what was happening. "What?" she whispered.

"Skye you're making the plane shake. I need you to follow my breathing. Breathe in" she waited a couple seconds "and out."

She tried to follow, she really did, but all she could think about was her nightmare. "Where's Coulson?" she asked, shakily.

"We can get him in a second, just follow my breath-"

"No I need him. Now." She interrupted May, determined. At that moment, Coulson jogged down the stairs, looking scared.

"Skye, what's happening?" He sounded out of breath, but she couldn't worry about that now.

"I just needed to see you." Skye took a breath, then stuck her hand out at May, hoping that her powers would do what she wanted. They did.

The vibrations pushed May and Coulson out of her cell, giving her time to find the control panel. Skye ran over to it, pushing a red button before jumping into the pod and sealing the door. They looked at her with a mix of sympathy and horror.

"Skye what are you doing? We can fix this!" Coulson screamed, with tears in his eyes.

"Coulson, I have to do this. If I don't then I could kill all of you. I won't take that risk." Skye's face was soaking wet with her tears, as she viciously typed something onto the screen and the pod shot out of the plane.

She hadn't thought this through very well, and had turned off the parachute so that Coulson wouldn't follow her. That was probably a bad idea. Her body flew from one side of the pod to the next, bouncing around like each side was a catapult. But it wasn't. It was hard metal.

At some point she just accepted what was happening, and calmed herself down as much as she could. Then the pod hit the ground.

Skye tried to stand, but her legs felt like they were made of slime, and she collapsed onto the ground. Her eyelids felt like they had 2-ton weights on them, so eventually she succumbed to the inevitable, and faded into darkness.