Skye woke up in a medical hospital, or at least what she supposed was a medical hospital, in cuffs to a bed. She ran over the details in her mind. She was walking through an airport in Guatemala, headed to Europe. Some men, SHIELD agents, had approached her and she'd taken off running. They had caught her and everything had gone fuzzy from there. A tall black man walked in the room, dressed in black with an eyepatch over one eye. Director Fury… some part of her mind told her.

"Where am I? What am I doing here?" she demanded.

"You are in a SHIELD detainment facility. You broke your agreement to wear the bracelet."

Her eyes went wide, pleading. "Please, there has to be something-"

"You have two options. You can either loose every memory you have of SHIELD or you can go to jail, one you will not get out of. Right now, you are an escaped felon. You can either start over, new identity, new life, or you will go to prison."

She swallowed hard.


5 years later

Ward was supposed to meet with a contact in Brussels, a top CIA computer expert who could get them into the building they needed to be in. She was meeting them at a cafe and as he saw the dark haired woman sitting at the table typing on her smartphone, he knew her instantly, stopping misstep. He knew her. She looked so familiar.

"Skye…?"

"Agent Ward, is something wrong?" Coulson's voice came through.

"No sir," he lied.

Ward walked into the cafe, starting to walk past her as she lifted an arm. "Agent Ward, with SHIELD?" Her eyes held no recognition. "Agent Lucas," she introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you." She smiled at him. A waiter came out and she ordered in perfect French.

"I love Brussels," she told him as the waiter left, as Ward stared openly at her.

"It is a beautiful place."

She pulled out a laptop and plugged in a flash drive and began typing. As she let something run, she leaned forward and spoke to him, quietly, "Have we met before? I keep feeling like I have deja vu every time I look at you."

It was then he understood. She had no memory of them, of SHIELD. He had heard of SHIELD sometimes wiping out the mind of persons of interest who gave them all their information and wanted to start fresh. And if she thought she had a life different than what she had, who was he to cut through her fresh start, her life where she'd grown up happy and loved and never had become a member of the Rising Tide. "No, I don't think we have." He held out his hand to her, "Grant."

She grinned at him as she took it, shaking it. "Skye."


R&R. Remember, reviews are like hugs! :) This is the final part of this story, but I feel like it probably could be continued or made into a separate story down the line. Would anyone be interest in reading something like that?