Author's note: Hi, this is my first main fanfiction. It isn't Skimmons, it focuses more on Skyeward and Fitzsimmons. It's set after Season one, as an AU, where Ward's back on the team, after being 'redeemed'.

Hope you enjoy it, and I'd love to hear your thoughts on it.

CHAPTER ONE- The last time we go to the mall.

[SKYE]

Jemma's laugh fills up the small shop. I smile at her, trying to keep in my own laughter. I stand a couple of metres away from her. At this moment, Jemma has her elbows resting on the counter, her head leaning into the palms of her hands. She flicks her hair, flirtatiously, curling a bit of her hair. Behind the counter, stands a attractive guy, in his late twenties, fixated on Jemma, and his laughs alongside her.

"You're sooo funny!" Jemma says, brushing her hand against his. He stares at her hand in bewilderment, for a couple of seconds. Though attractive, I'm guessing he's not one of the most confindent of people. She continues to fiddle with her hair, whilst fluttering her eyelashes at him.

Meanwhile, I'm finding it hard to not burst out laughing. So much so that I have to bite hard on my lips; to stop the laughter coming out.

Jemms adjusts her position, and gives him a nice smile, looking at him from underneath her eyebrows.

"Soo," Jemma runs her hand up his arm, "how about you," she rests her hand on his shoulder, playing with his collar "give me your number?" She asks. I taste blood as I really bite hard to stop myself laughing. The guy looks flustered, and gets out a pen, so quick, he knocks stuff off the counter. I squeeze my eyes shut, and puts my hand over my mouth, so I don't laugh. He writes his number down on a piece of paper, and gives her a smile. Jemma gives a sweet smile back.

"Well... I'll call you," she says, before turning around, and grabbing me by my arm, pulling me out of the shop. As soon as we leave, we both laugh, loudly.

People passing by gives us wierd looks. But then again, we probably look wierd. I'm leaning against a wall, half way on the floor. I feel my eyes water, I'm laughing this hard.

"That-was-so-funny!" I say, in between breathing, trying to stop laughing. Jemma nods.

"It was fun..." She cocks her head to the side. "Although I do feel mean to him- the poor guy was shy," Jemma says. I give her a small smile, finally stopped laughing.

"Jemmmmmma, relax. He'll get over it," I asure Jemma, but she still looks guilty. I get up, and rests a hand on Jemma's arm.

"Come on, this is the point of dares, in the mall!" I say to her. She sighs, but gives me a smile. Her and her niceness.

"Well, I'll tell you one thing. It's a good job I went to the toilet before, overwise I think I would've peed myself," I successfully set Jemma of laughing again, at the thought of that.

Me and Jemma was at the Mall. Earlier, I finally managed her to come with me. I wanted a girl's shopping trip. She decided to come, because my pestering annoyed her. For the last 3 quaters of an hour, as we finished looking (and buying) clothes, we've been playing dares. The most reccent one: me daring Jemma to get a shop worker's number. It took me five minutes to convince her to do that, as she said 'she doesn't like socialising with people who you couldn't have an intellectual conversation'. I then pointed out I was a high-school dropout. She quickly went into the shop. Really, I know it was just her lame-thinking excuse, but it did the trick. This was worth the 2 weeks of pestering her for a girl's day out. We did invite May, but quickly withdrew it at her expression.

"So, what's your dare for me?" I ask Jemma, excitedly. Jemma looks at her watch.

"Skye, we should head back, it's coming up to 5," she says. I scowl at her, and her voice of reason.

"Ooo-kay, but only because Coulson would send out a search party- AKA, May- if we delay going home. I don't fancy being dragged home by my ear." I tell Jemma. She mummers in agreement.

"Yeah. May's scary when annoyed," Jemma says.

"Wasn't this fun?" I say to Jemma, in the car. Jemma sighs, and nods.

"Yes, Skye, it was fun. Happy?" I grin at her.

"I tollll-d yoooo-u!" I sing happily, pleased with the fact I made Jemma have fun. She's spending to much time in the lab, or trying to avoid Fitz. Her and Fitz's friendship is still strained, although they have gotten closer, they're not as close as they used to be. Jemma even said to me that she feels like she can't talk to Fitz about private stuff, like she used to. Not because she doesn't trust him, because she does, but because there is that distance between her. It's hardly ever you see them together, without anyone else, and it's never that they finish each other's sentences. And, yes, it's mainly because of Fitz's speech impediment, but as well as the distance. I also knlw that because they have this distance between them, it makes Jemma unhappy. Just like anytime she tries to guess what word he is trying to say, and she gets it wrong. She feels their special connection is broken, and worst of all, she blames. herself, for not trying hard enough. So, today, I was happy I made her go away from work,and have fun. As her friend, I don't like seeing her go through that.

This trip was good for me, too. Not just because I got two pairs of really cute jeans, even though I do love them. This trip made me forget all about my problem. Just like Jemma's problem is Leo Fitz, my problem goes under the name of Grant Ward.

4 months ago, Ward got reinstated on our team. We need his skills, and up to that point, he had been redeming himself, slowly, until Coulson decided he could be reinstated on the team. So far, Ward's respected us. Made no movements to push our forgiveness. At one point, he did go to all of us, individually, and apologised. But he respects our boundaries. For instance, May hates the fact he got reinstated, so he keeps away from her. Far, far away.

As for me, we've had good conversations with him. So has Jemma, and even Fitz. It's still tense, but it's getting better slowly. I'll never fully forgive him though.

For the most part, that's not my problem. My problem is that now, the more I hand around with him, has little jokes with him, the more... old feelings start to surface. Yet again, I find myself unsure about my feelings towards Grant Ward. And as I've discussed with Jemma, I hate being unsure. I mean, I have forgave him to an extent, however to say I have feelings again? I don't know if I can deal with that. But, as Jemma pointed out, them feelings for him never really went away. I just denied having them feelings- denied ever having them feelings- to myself.

Now, as I'm re-getting to know Ward- this new, no-secret-hider Ward- I'm feeling like I'm re-getting to know my feelings.

"Everyone! We're back!" I call, waiting for the reply. I wait a few more seconds, before calling again. I glance at Jemma, who is also waiting.

"Where are they?" I ask her. She wipes any trace of worry from her face, and smiles at me.

"They're probably trying to pull a prank on us," she says, even though we both know that's next to impossible. May? Pulling a trick?

"Fitz?" I hear Jemma call, as she enters the lab. "Fitz?! Answer me!" I here her call, sounding worried. "Leo, where are you?" I wonder deeper, calling for anyone. I go into the main living space, and my mouth drops open.

"Simmons! Simmons, get in here!" I yell, still in shock at what I can see.

"What is it, Skye? Have you found th- Holy Shite! Are those children?"