My AU speculation fic.

I've been meaning to post this for a while, and I've finally gotten around to it. I hope you all enjoy it, and please leave a review so I know I've done good!

CHAPTER ONE- Guilt.

"Skye?"

Simmons voice pierces through the air, and I look up from my laptop, at her. Simmons' has a inquisitive look upon her face.

"It's four in the morning, why are you up?" she asks me, sounding confused. Her confusion makes sense; I'm not know to be a afternoon person, let alone a morning person.

"Why are you?" I dart back the question at her, trying to get out of answering her question.

"I'm always up a four." she says, plainly. "Now, why you up?" She asks again. I sigh.

"Couldn't sleep." I don't tell her why. I don't tell her about the looming shadows in my dreams. I don't tell her about the darkness, surrounding me. I've had them for three weeks, since the temple, and I haven't told anyone. I just avoid sleep. The shadows scare me.

Simmons gives me a doubtful look, but carries on with doing what she always does. I think about telling her about the darkness that comes into my dreams. About how it entices me, to go into it, but also repulses me, and makes me want to run from it. I dismiss the idea- it's just dreams. They mean nothing.

Yet, there's a nagging voice at the back of my head that begs to differ. I decide to block out that voice. I don't want to believe the shadows mean something- I don't want them to be real.

Later, I'm training with May. She told me, after we got out the temple, that I could take a break, but I didn't want to. Especially when the dreams came. I just wanted to act as if everything is normal- what it isn't.

Nothing can be normal, not with these dreams, and definitely not without Tripp...

Poor Tripp.

When we got out if that temple, and back to the playground- I had to be debriefed. I told them about what happened to Tripp. To my surprise, they've taken it quite well, said there was nothing I could've done.

I know different.

There was nothing I could actually do, but if I wasn't down there, Tripp wouldn't even, and He wouldn't have died. They say there understand, but I feel horrible about Tripp's death. I carry the weight of his death on my shoulders. I feel like they should hate me for it, that they are being stupid to forgive me. Tripp's dead, and it's all because of me.

I should've never gone down. It's just causing me pain. Bad dreams, Tripp's death... and it's not even like I stopped Raina. We don't even have her in custody! As far as Raina goes, she's gone AWOL.

I was just so focused on Trip dying, and finding Coulson and Mack, that I didn't even see her slip away.

As far as I'm concerned, that entire thing was pointless. The world's the same, I'm not showing any signs of being different.

The whole 'awakening' my father was talking about was probabaly total bull.

All it's done is kill Tripp, just because he wasn't worthy. Wasn't worthy. Why am I worthy, but Trip isn't- wasn't? He was a great asset to SHIELD, fabulous soldier- much better than me- and a brilliant friend. In my mind, that makes him worthy. At least worthy to live. But apparently not.

The only good thing that came out of that whole trip was the fact Mack's been reverted back to his usual self. He says he can't remember doing anything, since he touched the temple floor. What I wonder is why did he get to survive, but Tripp didn't? If your going to save on person, you should save the other.

The team may be able to look past it, but I can't. When I close my eyes, that scene just replays itself over and over again. Tripp went down there for me. Me.

In my mind, that means I'm responsible for his death. I was 'worthy', he wasn't. It's all my fault, no matter what Coulson says.

It's my fault.

I look at May, as we train. I think she's pleased that I said I still want to train, even after Tripp died.

"May, stop holding back on me- I've told you, I'm fine," I tell the oriental woman. May's been awfully concerned for me these past weeks. Although it's nice to see her showing feelings, I want to stop being watched with careful eyes. They should believe me when I say I'm fine, even if it's a lie.

"Skye. Are you okay?" She asks, her face neutral but there's something in her eyes that I've been seeing a lot over these past few weeks. Concern.

"I'm fine, May. Really," I force a smile, pushing the thoughts of my dream to the back of my mind. I'm still standing by the belief these dreams are nothing. I'm just shaken up.

"Simmons told me you were up early." May throws that out casually, and I curse Simmons for throwing me under the bus. Even if she was concerned.

"May, if I wasn't fine, you'd be the first one to know." I tell her. May gives me a look, but drops the subject. I'm stubborn; she knows that as well as I do.

I look at the corner of the room, where there is darkness, where the light doesn't hit, because it's a corner.

As I look at them, I think back to my dreams, and of the shadows. I shiver, as I remember it. It's just shadows, yet I'm scared of them, for an unknown reason. They just feel... sinister, almost.

"Skye."

I feel a hand touch my shoulder. I jump, in surprise. I feel a shake go up my arm, and before I know it, May's on the floor. I gasp. Did I do that?

"May, are you okay?" I ask, wondering what the hell happened just them. She gets up, brushing herself down.

"I'm fine. I'm glad to see you using the flooring technique I taught you- just don't use it when I'm asking if you're okay," She says, giving me a small smile. Did she think I used a technique? I know for sure that I didn't move. All I felt was a shock go through my arm.

"I think you gave me electric shock, though. Been scuffing your feet against the ground?" May says, and I just mummur in reply. Something freaky just happened, and I can't help but think it's something to do with the shadows of my dreams.