"You just had to go and see them didn't you?" Cassidy barely looked up as Skye closed the camper door behind her.

"I told you that I made a promise. That was the last time. I promise," Skye sat down opposite of Cassidy in one of the small recliners that came with the camper.

"I just wish that you would have let me go with you. I could have told you that Coulson was watching you," Cassidy looked up over her half rim glasses and smiled

"How do you know I ran into Coulson?"

"Really? You're mind is projecting what happened like the latest blockbuster. Besides, an alert popped up that S.H.I.E.L.D was in the area. Surprisingly, the Rising Tide isn't tracking you," Cassidy continued her knitting.

"Why do you do that?" Skye got up and walked to their fridge and got a bottle of beer.

"Do what?"

Skye gave her a look that Cassidy knew very well by now. It was saying, "Why are you asking such a stupid question?"

"It puts my mind at ease. It allows me to process all that is going on in my mind and helps me not to lose control. I hurt people when I lose control," Cassidy continued knitting without looking up.

Skye remembered the first time she witnessed Cassidy losing control and what happened. It was a week after they had met and Cassidy was having a nightmare about Donnie. Skye had gotten up from the bottom bunk and was trying to wake Cassidy. The next thing Skye knew was that Cassidy was leaning over Skye crying. Cassidy had lost control, causing everyone in a two mile radius to be knocked unconscious for at least six hours. Skye wasn't sure how long they had been unconscious, because as soon as Skye was able to stand, they had left the city.

"At least you didn't cause one of the largest earthquakes in history," Skye smiled sadly remembering all the news reports from Puerto Rico.

"I guess we both haven't realized our full potential. So, where are we headed next? I say we load this puppy up on a barge and explore Europe. Maybe Ireland or Scotland, or maybe both," Cassidy sat her knitting aside.

"Barges mean shipping yards, shipping yards mean cameras, and cameras mean Coulson."

"Why don't you hack in and have the system not recognize our faces, similar to what I did to the couple in Reno when we bought the camper," Cassidy stretched out on the couch.

"Fitz knows how I hack and would spot me the minute I tried," Skye absent-mindedly peeled the label off the beer bottle.

"Anyone you trust from your Rising Tide days?"

"We never met face to face, except Miles, but that ship has sailed, hit an iceberg and sank into the Mariana Trench. Besides, I couldn't get the electronic nanny bracelet off Miles without Coulson," Skye thought about the last time she had seen Miles, and how they had ended things, or rather how she had ended things.

"Well, I guess it is time that I show you my other little trick. I have been working on it for a little bit and have gotten a lot better at it," Cassidy grabbed her own beer out of the fridge.

"Alright, wow me."

"Wow you?" Cassidy said in Skye's voice.

"That's amazing. Creepy, but still amazing."

"Well, like I said before, maybe we haven't realized our full potential. One more thing, how many more stash caches of Ward do we need to get?"

Skye looked away for a moment. She remembered the letter that she had received a day after Coulson had killed Ward. She didn't understand what it meant at first but as she reread the letter a few times, she began to realize what Ward was doing. She remembered every word that was written and how each time she read it, she fell for Ward all over again, just like she had before she had found out about his betrayal, before her heart had been ripped from her chest. It was more painful than being shot, twice, three if you counted when May had shot her when she was under the sway of Hive.

Skye,

I know that you have moved on. I know that you have found a life with S.H.I.E.L.D and with Lincoln, but over the last few days, I have felt the need for closure. I guess part of me never got over the fact that you shot me four times in Puerto Rico. It took me a while, and running into Raina, did you know that she is now covered in thorns? Anyway, she and I talked for a while about Puerto Rico, your mom, your dad, and what had become of you. I saw where you were put on the Index, Skye, I never understood why Coulson would do that, until I saw the footage from The Retreat. Don't let one mistake make you afraid of being who you are. I love you. I wish I had admitted those three little words in Dublin. I had realized during that mission just how much you meant to me, and it scared me. Skye, you are by far, the one true lite in my life and I will always be grateful for the time that we shared. Maybe one day we will see each other, but seeing how that I am writing this letter for you to receive if I should die, then I guess that we will never see each other again. I should have had that talk with you in Dublin, but I was afraid what the implications would be. So, I am giving you all my caches that I have hidden all over the world. You will find a set of coordinates in each cache to another one. Skye, I want you to be free and be you. Earthquakes and all. I know that I am jumping around in this letter, but I am writing what pops into my head. I want to come clean with you and Kara. I never really cared about her. I was just using her to distract me from you. Well, I have to go. I am going on a mission for Malick that I think might not come back from. Your first cache is in Reno Nevada. I love you, and I will always love you. I wish I could of done things differently with us.

Ward

"Skye."

"Huh?"

"Did you hear what I said?"

"No."

"The perimeter alarm went off, we have company."

"Shit," Skye growled as she opened the door to the camper, ready to send whoever it was flying.

"Bloody hell! Is that the way to greet a friend?"

"Hunter?"