So I'm starting this story out and I have a general idea of where I want it to go, but I just got so excited that I ended up writing the first chapter all at once and thought I'd publish it to see what people think. I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I'd really appreciate some feedback so I can see if this is worth pursuing!

It's taking place in season one (before the whole Hydra event and evil Ward and all that good stuff) so not much from season two will be mentioned in the story! It's just as if Skye and Ward had time to let their relationship grow and the team is still out on the bus hunting down the bad guys.

Anyway, onto Skyeward because for about half a second they were adorable.


"Skye." She could hear him loud and clear through her earpiece as she feverishly worked on her laptop.

"I'm working on it, AC," Skye said warningly, her fingers flying over the keys as she sought to gain access into the building's mainframe so that she alone would have control over its access-granting DNA reading pads. She was already trying to ignore Fitz and Simmons who looked on over her shoulder with interest, and having to deal with yet another request to speed things up would bring Skye to her boiling point pretty fast.

"Forget about that. I know you've been dying for a chance to see the action up close. Now's your chance." Skye could hear the smile in his words even over the sound of loud thuds and heavy falls. May and Ward must be doing pretty well if Coulson thought it was safe for a level 2 clearance to join the ranks.

Ward.

"I think I'll be more useful on the bus," Skye made herself answer, trying to seem like nothing was wrong as the fingers that had previously paused along with her thoughts resumed their typing. She could hear the groans of disbelief behind her from Fitz and Simmons but tuned them out. Skye has been making a huge deal over not being allowed to go on the field during missions and even got her S.O. to say "a comment" about her improved skills. But Coulson, protective of his agents as always, refused.

"Never mind the doors. There are other ways in," Coulson explained through her earpiece right as a loud yell and a thud came through the device. Again she ignored the "Yes, go"s coming from behind her.

"No thanks AC" Skye said firmly, her eyes now on the holographic image of the complicated access system hovering before her.

"Skye, I'm not requesting. We'll be in the West Wing of the building."

"But-"

"No buts. You haven't trained this hard for nothing."

So of course five minutes later Skye found herself running past fallen bodies, weapon always at the ready. Though she knew all possible enemies has been neutralized, she knew enough by now to always stay vigilant. "Clear your mind," Ward would tell her. "Watch your surroundings. Forget your own body, focus on movement around you." But that was a little difficult seeing as Skye was much more preoccupied with her own thoughts and fears at the moment than the reflections off the metallic walls that could clue her in to approaching enemies.

Despite her lack of focus Skye made it to the West Wing without incident, immediately lowering her gun when she found Coulson, May, and Ward investigating a body, waiting for her.

Ward.

Her stomach clenched uncomfortably as her gaze inevitably fell on him, though as soon as he looked up she shifted and moved to the other side of May, as far away from her S.O. as she could manage. Not yet, she reminded herself. This is not the time to worry about it. You have time. Skye tried to push all thoughts of Ward and herself out of her mind as she listened to Coulson and May discuss the latest victim of a serial-superkiller-Centipede-experiment-gone-horribly-wrong that Coulson has been assigned to catch. This was the second killer they were too late to save, and Skye could see the guilt written all over Coulson's face.

"He may have escaped today, but we're getting warmer," Coulson said grimly, an almost cruel joke as whatever screwed up guy was out there looking for blood had the ability to raise the temperature of whatever he touched.

"We'll stop him before the next one," May said firmly, looking down at the body angrily. Skye nodded her eyes on the victim as well.

"Whether he knows it or not, he's leaving us a trail. One we can track," she agreed, though she wasn't completely positive that this was feasible. Still, Coulson nodded as he squatted beside the body, investigating further. As if they had the same thought the team moved away to give him his space. Skye moved along the walls of the West Wing (a part of the latest Centipede complex that was really no more than a warehouse), investigating the various boxes and packages that adorned the warehouse. Most of them all looked the same of course, but one package had a slightly different feel to it. Skye was in the middle of examining what exactly was off about it when she felt another presence beside her.

"So. Tonight, I was thinking…" Ward trailed off, a hand resting lightly on her hip. Skye tore her eyes form the package and jerked her head in his direction at the sound of his voice, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

"We were just over there staring at this dead guy's half-melted face and you still want to get freaky later?" She hissed, trying not to draw May's attention. But May was at the opposite corner from them, too far to overhear. Skye stepped to the side easily and Ward let his hand fall.

"If you don't have something to get you past the melted faces, you'll end up hating your job and your life," Ward said matter-of-factly, moving beside her and pretending to look at a box on the ground. Sky sighed, causing Ward to shoot her a vaguely concerned look.

"Not tonight, Ward. They'll get suspicious," was the only explanation Skye offered up. Ward opened his mouth to argue (or so Skye assumed) but she was already heading towards the opposite end of the warehouse, far away from any prying eyes or questions. Skye knew she would never be able to be with Ward in that way until she told him, but the idea of voicing it aloud just…made it real.

Skye wandered down the aisle of packages, hardly noticing the slight increase in temperature as she turned a corner down the aisle against the wall. She wasn't doing anything wrong, really. Just taking her time. Planning. Being responsible, like she was supposed—

There was a split second of indecision as a large figure slid out in front of her, not more than three feet away. Haunting yellow eyes met Skye's, and though sweat rapidly began to roll down her body, a mixture of both fear and heat, it was like ice had grabbed Skye's heart and squeezed it tightly. All her training flew out the window as she backed away, the man moving closer with her. Skye screamed as she reached for her gun, only to find that it was caught on her jeans. This was why she needed special secret agent clothes like May. If she had time she would be swearing, cursing, pulling for the weapon but as the man reached out towards her and she stumbled for half a second over her own feet, Skye knew it was no use. She saw him lunge, felt him grab her, and then heard several shots ring out as a loud pained wail from somewhere nearby rang out. Her body was thrown, not dropped, but thrown into the cold metal scaffolding in the middle of the aisle. Skye's eyes opened for a brief moment as she felt her body flying backward, her gaze landing on an absolutely terrified Ward.

Ward.

The baby.

And then it all went dark.


Thanks for reading this first chapter! If you plan to keep reading, awesome because you're going to have to wait a little while to see what happens with Skye. The next chapter is mainly explaining how things got this far if you know what I mean...So let me know what you think!