After joining S.H.I.E.L.D. she thought everything would change and given recent events, she knew they did. They had found her, nurtured her, trained her, and made her who she was. She loved helping. She loved that she learned more than she ever thought she could working along side some of the best people. People she knew she couldn't live without, people she now considered family.

Looking around her, Skye let out a small whimper as she looked to her left and saw Coulson unconscious. She looked to her right and saw Jemma leaning over Fitz's body and crying, trying to get him to open his eyes. Behind her, she heard May struggling against John Garrett. She turned her head to lock eyes with the man she had trusted the most.

There was a flash of guilt in Grant Ward's eyes as he aimed his gun at Skye's stomach, the place where she had been shot not too long ago. He remembered that night; Quinn had orders from Garrett to shoot her and Ward recalled the burning anger he had felt in his chest when he saw her body afterwards. He was loyal to Garrett and he had done everything that was asked, but never had he wanted to kill a man so desperately.

"Don't make me do this, Skye." Ward warned her, cocking his gun and planting his feet firmly as a sign of seriousness.

Skye sniffled, straightened her back, and held her head high; the way she normally did when she would defy him in the smart-ass way that only she could. "Do it."

His eyes shifted from her to his mentor and ex-lover fighting behind her. "What?"

"Shoot me." She dared, stretching her arms out and screaming, "End it!"

The sound of her voice echoing through the deck of the plane had everyone stop and turn to the sight of a strong willed woman and her former S.O.

"Skye!" May shouted, becoming momentarily distracted enough to let Garrett restrain her. "What are you doing?!"

"You might have killed Fitz!" Skye screamed at Ward. "You're trying to kill Coulson! You've got the best skilled agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. in a headlock, and lord only knows what you'll to do to Simmons! You've taken everything from me, Ward! So just do it, just shoot me!"

Ward looked to Garrett for guidance, but was met with a look of astonishment on his mentor's face. The gun in his hand began to shake and it took him a moment to realize he had been trembling; he was nervous. For the first time in a long time, he was too edgy to pull the trigger on someone who should mean nothing to him. "Skye…"

"What?" She laughed through her tears. "It's not like I haven't been abandoned before. It's not like I don't know what it's like to have something so precious snatched away from you. It's not like the only thing I've ever hope for was a family! Do it!"

"Do it, Ward." Garrett ordered from behind her. "She's chosen her side, no mercy."

"Sir…" Ward whispered; it hadn't occurred to him just how much Skye would resist. It hadn't even crossed his mind how devoted to Coulson she'd stay.

"No mercy!" Garrett repeated, squeezing May, who was trying everything she could to get out of his grip because a panic had set in once she realized Skye was about to be killed…again.

"Ward, no!" Jemma sobbed from her spot next to Fitz. "Don't do this!"

"Now!" Skye screamed at the top of her lungs, demanding Ward pull that trigger and put her out of her misery.

Before Ward could blink, Garrett had thrown May to the side and drawn his own gun, aiming right at Skye's back. He lowered his weapon and shot forward, tackling her to the ground as the bullet ricocheted off one of the bunkers.

"Ward!" Garrett roared, falling flat on his back as May had kicked him out from under his feet sliding on her knees and striking his head several times out of anger.

Despite his treacherous actions Skye had clung to Ward with relief and fear; she was thankful that he hadn't been the one to shoot at her, but worried he'd try again.

"Skye?" Ward panted, pushing the hair from her face and cupping her cheek while his other hand searched for any bullet holes on her body.

She smiled up at him softly, taking the hand on her cheek and twisting it to flip them over and punched him hard enough to knock him out.

"Wow." May said from above her, helping Coulson keep his balance. "I guess all that training really did do you some good. Jemma, how's Fitz?"

"He's breathing." Jemma sniffled, letting her head drop against his chest as uncontrollable tears began again.

Skye rose from Ward's body carefully; if he were to wake up he'd easily take her down.

Everything that happened left her shaky; Ward was the traitor out of all of them. He had pretended to care when she was on the brink of death and still pretended to care when she was just within reach of death once again. She was aware that everything he will ever do will be double sided. Anything he says from now on will be a lie, anything he does from now will be a lie, every emotion he'll ever show…will be a lie.

Grant Ward will no longer be her concern. She'll let Coulson handle it, she'll face him once to say her peace, and she'll walk away like he means nothing. The difficulty in her plan will be the pretending. As much as she hates it, she still cares for him, still believes in him. But she couldn't. He had hurt the people she cared for the most and he couldn't be forgiven…ever.

I'm not sure if I'll leave it as a one-shot or if I'll add to it. Let me know what you think I should do. (:

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