AN: This was a request from Serenity Shadowstar. It was inspired by my 'I Miss You' and she wanted this to be a sequel of sorts. She pretty much came up with the entire base plot; I just put it on the fluff train and ran away with it! muahahahahahaha

Takes place towards the end of the season before Coulson and crew go and confront Garrett.

I do not own any of the marvel characters nor do I own the song 'My Songs Know What you Did In The Dark', written by Patrick Stump and performed by Fall Out Boy whose music video I've linked for your enjoyment while you read this fic =)

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She had to take a shower. She absolutely had to. She felt dirty from the past 10 hours of her life and she wasn't sure soap and a loofa would ever take that feeling away.

Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark

She had been so happy. She was with Ward, there was kissing and some hugging, and it was amazing.

Then she had to go and find the dead body he had stashed in the damn closet and it all went to hell from there. No matter how loud her heart screamed at her that something had to be wrong, she shut it down and focused on flipping the tables around on Grant.

Can't be sure when they've hit their mark

Her plan almost failed until Mike Peterson intervened and she found herself back at square one handcuffed on the bus.

That's not what made her feel dirty though.

The motel they were stuffed in was nothing special. It was a little dirty in places but nothing someone who lived in a van for a year can't handle.

And besides in the mean, mean time

No. What made her feel dirty was a lot deeper than grime in a shower.

She had told him she wanted to throw up and that wasn't far from the truth but she was legit nauseated from the battle her mind and her heart were raging inside of her. She believed him. She 100% without a doubt believed him when he admitted his feelings, but her brain won out and when Coulson came to rescue her she threw all thoughts of Grant and his feelings into a dark hole in her heart.

I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart

A burning sensation spread through her arm and she looked down to notice she had scrubbed her skin raw.

No, she wasn't dirty. She was trying to wash off the guilt. The guilt that she walked away from Grant as he tried to explain to her, and the guilt she had for deflating the only bubble of happiness she's felt in a long time.

I'm in the de-details with the devil

She turned the water off and grabbed a towel to dry off. She dressed in a tshirt and some cotton shorts and threw a hoodie on over top for comfort before walking back into the room that her and Jemma shared. The feeling of her wet hair was soothing as the cold temperature of the room blew a breeze over her head. She let herself fall face first onto the bed and after realizing her air supply as limited rolled over to stare at the ceiling.

Whatever this feeling in the back of her mind was, it needed to go.

A nagging feeling that something wasn't right had settled into her stomach back in Providence when Grant showed up on their doorstep and even as he argued with Mike Peterson in front of her she felt as if something was wrong, that there was something she wasn't seeing.

So now the world can never get me on my level

She leaned over the side of her bed to reach underneath for her laptop. She opened it up and braided her hair to the side as she waited for the screen to appear.

I just gotta get you off the cage

A couple clicks here, and a couple clicks there, and she suddenly found herself stumbling upon the old access points for the Bus' camera feed.

I'm a young lover's rage

She let a smirk appear on her face. Of course she hacked the bus' camera feed? It's what she did. That's their fault for thinking she would leave it alone.

After clicking some more and filtering through files, she was stunned to see that they still worked.

Gonna need a spark to ignite

A weird thought hit her as she scrolled through the video files to look for the day's date.

My songs know what you did in the dark

BINGO!'

So light 'em up, up, up

She found the video log that showed her handcuffed to the railing yelling at Ward.

Then she found her rescue.

Light 'em up, up, up

She watched Coulson walk through the plane slowly when Grant approached him and—

Wait a minute what?

Light 'em up, up, up

Grant and Coulson. Talking. Calmly?

I'm on fire

She looked up at the top of the screen to check the date to make sure it hadn't changed. She was shocked to find it hadn't.

So light 'em up, up, up

Their exchange seemed to end quickly when Grant pointed in a direction and with a hand on Coulson's shoulder he began to push the older man in that direction. Coulson turned around real quick appearing to have called out something to Ward, who then waved a hand in dismissal and took off running in the other direction.

She changed cameras again in order to follow Coulson and five minutes after the two men's exchange, Coulson found her.

Light 'em up, up, up

She filtered quickly through the different cameras trying to find what happened to Grant only to find him in the cockpit. She watched as he hit a few buttons in order to what it looked like setting auto pilot. She couldn't tell what the other buttons did without getting a better look.

She went through the list of cameras again to find her and Coulson as they were jumping into Lola when she noticed the hanger doors were opening. She rewound it quickly to see when Coulson had hit the panel for the door, to find that at no point in time did Coulson stop to hit any buttons anywhere.

Light 'em up, up, up

Her eyes snapped to the top of the screen when she saw Grant appear in the corner of the camera, hand leaning on the wall…over top of a—

I'm on fire

Holy shit.

No way. This was not real life. She had to have missed something.

She spent the next hour filtering back through the various cameras again following each of them through their time on the bus during her rescue to come up with the same conclusion.

In the dark, dark

Coulson didn't lower the hanger…Grant did.

She brought a hand to her forehead and ran her fingers back through the hair that had fallen out of her braid.

Grant saved us.

In the dark, dark

She jumped up without a second thought and, computer in hand, made her way to Coulson's room. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind before she came to a stop right in front of the door.

She didn't think this through. Here she was again doing things impulsively not giving it any thought before hand—

"You good?"

She snapped out of her thoughts as she stared at Coulson from her spot outside his door. She noticed her hand was still raised with a fist as if she was about to knock.

"AC…yeah, uh…"

All the writers keep writing what they write

"Do you want to talk?"

She nodded her head and practically pushed him aside as she made her way through the door to sit on one of the twin beds in the room he and May shared. She kept her eyes settled on the trash can across from her as she heard Coulson shut the door and shuffle over to sit on the other bed facing her.

"AC, I had this crazy thought—I mean, I went back and found my old hacking servers—"

Somewhere another pretty vein just dies

This was not going well.

"I-I didn't…" She practically through the laptop in front of her on the bed and turned it to him quickly as the video of Grant and Coulson talking played on the screen.

She kept an eye on the older man's expression and was slightly annoyed when it didn't change.

I've got the scars from tomorrow and I wish you could see

She hit the 'next' button and the video of their escape with Lola appeared on the screen and she stopped it just as the image showed Grant at the top.

"AC," She took a deep breath and let it go after she decided to just let it all out; "I need to know what this is."

That you're the antidote to everything except for me, me.

The nagging feeling in the back of her mind was getting stronger now to the point it was giving her a headache and his silence wasn't helping to ease her mind.

Something's not right. Something…is…not…RIGHT.

She watched him take a deep breath of air before finally moving his eyes to hers. In an attempt to come across as being ticked off, she pursed her lips and arched an eyebrow in expectation of an answer.

"I don't know what you want me to say Skye."

A constellation of tears on your lashes

How about the truth?!

"Dammit AC, just tell me what the hell I'm looking at!"

He went without answering her yet again and stood up slowly. He brushed the wrinkles out of his suit pants and walked towards the door. After he opened it he looked back at Skye still wearing the stoic expression.

Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes

"Whatever you're looking for Skye, drop it. Delete those videos. Go back to your room and go to sleep. You shouldn't let your feelings cloud your judgment."

She looked back down to the screen and then back up to Coulson.

In the end everything collides

"He's undercover..."

It wasn't a question so much as it was a revelation and if she hadn't been staring so intently she would have missed Coulson's eyes widened slightly in fear before he regained the straight expression from before.

My childhood spat back out the monster that you see

"You're letting your feelings for a guy distort the truth Skye. Grant Ward is an agent of Hydra who was sent to infiltrate this team to gain secrets on who knows what. He is not your friend or ally anymore, so get used to it."

This time instead of holding the door open, he walked out it himself leaving her alone.

My songs know what you did in the dark

She continued to stare at the door as information processed in her mind. She had no idea who was lying or telling the truth anymore, but she knew one thing for sure.

She was beyond over waiting around to find out.

So light 'em up, up, up

The trip back to her room took her al around a minute as she practically sprinted down the hall. She skidded to a stop in front of the door and after a couple tries with the key card she calmed herself down enough to slide it in and out carefully resulting in a click the lock.

I gotta do this quick if I want this to work.

Light 'em up, up, up

Her computer landed with a soft bounce on the bed when she threw it before she threw open the small closet door in their room to look for her shoulder bag. She walked back over to her laptop to open it up and start running a few programs.

I'm tired of this 'trust the system' bullshit. I don't trust the system. I hack the system and exploit it.

Light 'em up, up, up

It felt strangely good to be hacking again, rather, hacking again with the sole intent on screwing something up for someone else. After throwing a couple random items into her bag she plugged her phone into her laptop in order to transfer data. Once finished she unplugged it and threw the chord in her bag along with her phone.

I'm on fire

A message popped up on the screen. With a satisfying smile on her lips she clicked the 'Run' button on the screen and watched as her pride and joy took over.

It was a program she had developed long before coming to Coulson's team and she had to admit it was one she was proud of. It was designed to knock out any tracking device, cell signal, radio wave, or any kind of technology in general within a certain radius of her laptop.

So light 'em up, up, up

She cringed at the thought of having to leave her laptop behind in the motel, but she had to keep reminding herself about sacrifices.

She gently placed her laptop on the floor next to the bed and pulled the covers off the bed to hide it but still making it seem as if the bed was just unmade. Taking one last look around the room for anything she might have missed she turned the light off and made her way out and down the corridor towards the parking lot.

Light 'em up, up, up

After scanning the lot her eyes settled on a pickup truck in the far corner. Trucks like these were far easier to hot wire than the more recent cars and lucky her it was a Toyota, the very first brand of car she learned to hotwire.

Light 'em up, up, up

She felt the engine roar to life as she peeled out of the parking lot following the path her gps took her. When she plugged her phone into her laptop, she synced the bus' signal with her phone so she was able to access its live camera feeds as well as its location.

I'm on fire

She knew the smile on her lips hadn't left her face. She should not be this happy. She was betraying the team who took her in—after they obviously lied again—and she was seriously messing with their hardware. She could hear FitzSimmon's voices in her head right now about how to undo the damage she had done.

In the dark, dark

Maybe that's why she was so happy? She was back to how she was with the Rising Tide, but somehow, better? She wasn't that ignorant little girl who followed Miles around, but she was a hacker using her knowledge of the system to save someone and expose the truth that really did need to be brought out into the light.

In the dark, dark

Hydra huh? Out of the shadows and into the light?

My songs know what you did in the dark

She let out a scoff as she flipped the radio in the truck on.

Well now I'm going into the shadows.

My songs know what you did in the dark

You won't know what hit you.

So light 'em up

AN Oh heck yes! Finally got to use one of the Fall Out Boy songs I've been wanting to use for like ever! So yeah, her fic idea made me draft notes just to make sure I got it right, and then there were like a million different songs that I wanted but each part of her story had a different emotion so I DECIDED to split it up into chapters.

This one won't take long though, so I'll have this and Chapter 1 of part 2 of the I get that A Lot series up tomorrow.

Thanks for reading!