It had been just three hours since Skye was shot but it felt like ages to Jemma. Skye was like a sister to her and she just felt her stomach turning at the memory of her friend dead. They had been able to stablelise her but that wasn't long term and they had to do something. All the while she thought about Ward. He and Skye were always close. It was always different between them and now their deep connection was even clearer. Ward looked like a mess and he just couldn't stop staring at the young girl in the pod.

"Jemma are you ok?" asked Fitz shaking her of her thoughts.

"No, I'm fine thanks. I'm just worried about Ward. He hasn't taken the news well"

"Do you blame him? There's obviously something between him and Skye. This must be killing him. Badly. I had to go stich Quinn just now. Served him well" He asked somewhat amused.

Looking back at Ward she could swear that his face was luminous with tears.

"Fitz, we better fix this. We have to. For all of us. And some in particular…