I own nothing but the thoughts in my head.

Skye knows this is wrong. Knows that she shouldn't be watching such an intimate moment- the word makes her feel slightly ill- between Jemma and Fitz but she can't help it.

Why didn't she say anything first? Why had she been so scared after everything she's been through. It's not like deep down she knows Jemma would never betray her or anything. Not like Miles, not like Ward. Not like her own mother. But hell, why had she been so scared initially? She should've just told her when she woke up from being shot. Should have told her after Jemma jumped from the plane. And now she might be too late.

She turns the volume up and leans closer to the screen. "Me and you. Maybe we could eat somewhere else. Somewhere... nice."

Skye watches as he leans against the glass and is amused for the smallest of moments, "smooth, Fitz." She watches Jemma look up at him, with a small smile. "Don't do it, Jem. Please."She mumbles to herself, clutching the desk.

"Oh."

"Oh? Well, 'oh' isn't a yes right? I mean, it's not a no either but still. It's not a yes."

"Would you like some popcorn?"

Skye jumps, turning around and accidentally cutting off the rest of what Fitz is saying. "May? The hell? I thought you'd already left for vacation?"

"I forgot something." She replies, her usual expression before a small smirk and eyebrow raise settles on her face. "You should tell her."

"I can't." Skye looks back to the screen in time to see Fitz leave and Jemma moving around.

"She's not like the others, Skye. She would never try to hurt you and you know it."

May notices that Skye has stopped paying attention to her and goes to stand behind her. She squints at the screen. "Hey, May? Does that door look open- oh my god! Jemma!" She's through the door and down the corridor so fast that even May has a hard time keeping up with her. People are in her way as she's running and she's trying really hard not to use her powers to move them herself. "Move!" They only just manage to get their backs against the walls in the corridor as Skye is blazing past them, May at her heel.

It feels like a lifetime before she reaches the door and just as she goes to open it May rugby tackles her to the ground, shouting into her wrist, "Coulson, get down here, now!"

"What are you doing? Get off me."

"Skye I can't let you go in there. That thing is dangerous for Inhumans."

"I don't care!" She struggling against the older woman to no avail.

"What the hell is going on?" Coulson is beside them now, a confused look over his features.

"Simmons, she- the door was open. She's inside the rock, Coulson." May explains, using all her strength to keep Skye down.

"I have to get her. I have to save her, Coulson." Skye's losing her battle against May and she can feel her body start to weaken, succumbing to tears.

"You can't go in there, Skye. It's dangerous-"

"To my kind. I know. I don't care." She repeats, the tears running freely down her cheeks. "I don't care." She says once more, a whisper, her fight against the other woman draining even more.

The two share a knowing look, May removing herself from Skye when she knows Coulson has secured the lab. She's still on the floor, knees up against her chin and rocking slightly, face glistening with the moisture from her eyes. Phil leans down to her level and lifts her head up. "Hey, we'll get her out okay. I promise."

"Looks like I'm putting my vacation on hold."

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"It's taking too long."

"Skye-"

"It's been three days, May. Three." She's pacing the room, agitated. All she's allowed to do is either watch from the CCTV or through the small window space in the door connected to the room.

"We'll get her out."

"Everyone keeps saying that but it's not doing much good is it?"

"Fitz is-"

"Fuck Fitz." Skye slams her hands on the counter. She sighs when May just looks at her. "Sorry. But he's been working for three days to try and get her out and he's gotten nowhere. The only time that thing reacts is when an Inhum-" She stops herself, her eyes snapping up to May, and everything clicks. For both of them.

"Jemma's Inhuman."

"We have to tell Coulson."

"I'll grab Fitz." Skye stops at the door and glares back at her. "He's her best friend, Skye. You need to put your feelings aside right now. And don't forget, he was there for you when you got your powers."

"Sure, whatever."

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"You're insane."

"Fitz. Hear her out." May says calmly, trying to bring the tension in the room down.

"Think about it. It only ever reacts when an Inhuman is in the room. It reacted when Jemma was in the room and nobody else. I'm the only person that can go in and save her."

"Don't be bloody ridiculous. Everything alien scares Jemma to death, there's no way she can be dif-"

"Different? Why? I am. You are. Everyone in this damn facility is now. Including her. Wasn't it you that said there was nothing wrong with me? With us?"

"I can get her out, sir. I just need more time."

"You haven't even begun to crack the surface of it! We don't know if she has any more time left!" Skye shouts now, startling the other three.

"That's enough." Coulson stands up, buttoning his suit jacket. "Fitz you have twelve hours-"

"Sir-"

"Twelve hours. No more, no less. Then I'm sending Skye in."

The room is quiet for a short while, as if the implications of what may be suddenly dawns on them.

Skye moves out first, lingering outside the door until her friend leaves to walk past and she grabs his arm, "Fitz, I'm sorry, but you can't be the hero this time." She tell him softly, almost regrettably.

He yanks his arm away from her, storming down the hall but deep down, he knows she's right.

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She tries to wait the twelve hours Coulson ordered. She really does. Still, she finds herself outside the now locked cage less than two hours later. She's locked the door behind her and knows she doesn't have much time before somebody, probably May, sees her.

The rock isn't reacting at all and she finds it strange. She tilts her head to the side, frowning at it a little. "So how do you work then?" She asks, even though she won't get a reply. "What, you've taken one of us so you're happy for a while, that it?"

It's almost like it's mocking her. Doing nothing. Just... there. She's right, May is banging on the door, shouting through it. "Skye, no."

All Skye can do is turn around to shrug at her. "Sorry, May. The science wasn't working fast enough for me."

She moves to open the cage door, fully expecting to be sucked in much like Jemma, but again, nothing. "You don't know what you're doing, Skye. Stop."

"I know exactly what I'm doing." She brings her hand in front of her, the pulsing sensation in the air being controlled by them as she looks behind her shoulder for one last look and smile to a person she considers a mother figure. "I'm getting my girl back."

And with that, her hands are on the rock, an agonizing scream leaving her lips just seconds after, the pain forcing her to drop to her knees. The rock is shaking violently, finally trying to fight back against her but she tries to focus on the energy it is producing to use it against itself.

In the background, she can hear that Coulson, Fitz and Mack have now joined the other side of the door, trying to get it open and about to succeed, so she moves one of her hands to face it, blocking them, and the sounds, out.

Black light begins escaping the rock and the pain coursing through her body is getting more fierce. Her head hangs and she controls everything in the room, causing glass to smash all over her and tables to shift wildly along the floor.

She can feel herself starting to be overpowered by the rock, her focus on keeping the door shut distracting her. 'Fuck it.' She thinks, and with one last bout of strength, she screams again- this time determined- and forces both hands back on to the rock.

Skye can feel everything in the room explode, can dimly see the rush of people coming through the door and can hear the muffled cries of her name. Her head is now on a soft knee and she manages to look up to see May softly smiling down at her. "Hey." She croaks. "'Sup?"

"That was a stupid thing you did."

Skye can only smile back up at her. "Did I get her?"

May looks up in time to see Jemma in Mack's arms, with Fitz and Coulson behind him, both giving him orders. She shifts her gaze back to Skye. "You got her."

She only has enough energy before she passes out to give a small fist bump into the air and let out, "woo, point for team Skye."