She knew she should have killed Eric Koenig. She knew it. If she hadn't suddenly sympathised with the midget, her cover would have still been intact. Who could have known the cover she spent years building would be blown by three words of the midget. Skye Is Hydra. Three pathetic words landed her here in a SHIELD base in a cell. She paced about; she was so bored, so very bored. Lying on her bed, she let her mind wander to her memories. She knew after she had killed Eric Keonig she should have left the base as quickly as possible but she just had to go back to retrieve her lap-top. Ward had caught her and obviously she couldn't out-fight Ward's large trained body. She let out a long sigh as she recalled the fight they had. If it could even be called a fight. A one-sided brawl would be more like it. She was trying to protect her computer while Ward went all-out, giving her multiple bruises as souvenirs. 'Brawl' suited the situation better. Another long sigh escaped her lips and a voice startled her. 'Bored, are we?' It was Coulson. Skye scanned the area. The cell was empty. The wall opposite her became transparent and revealed Coulson dressed in a grey suit and judging by the pair of combat boots peeking out of the shadows, Ward was there as well. 'You try being in this place and then tell me.' She retorted sassily back to Coulson, keeping a smile on her face.

Coulson simply returned the smile and stepped back and Ward moved forward.

'Where is the HYDRA Head-quarters, Skye?' Ward's voice was cold and distant, and Skye's heart clenched.

'Maybe if you ask nicely, I'll tell you.' She said in a sing-song, batting her eye-lashes at Ward.

The man kept his face indifferent and continued to keep his cold gaze on Skye.

Out of the corner of her eye, Skye saw that Coulson had left the room, and she leant forward towards Ward.

The uniform they gave her to wear in the cell was rather skimpy, a low cut top and tight pants.

She used whatever she could, and gave Ward an eyeful of her cleavage.

It was entertaining; looking at Ward's distracted face for a split second before he would make the wall opaque again with an angry huff and Skye heard him stomping out of the room.

She laughed out loud, the sound amplified as it echoed in the small cell.

As she continued to laugh, a tear trickled down her cheek.

The laughter died in her throat as she sat down on the bed and buried her face into her hands and silently cried.

Damn it. Seeing Ward still caused this reaction from her. She could still remember the look of utter betrayal and anger in Ward's eyes when he tackled her. It haunted her, for days and nights.

She didn't deserve to forget.

'You're a traitor.' Ward's voice rang in her head.

She nodded in agreement. She was a traitor.