GR Interrogation, Session 3. October 7, 2014

Skye slammed out of the room to find two guards arguing in the hallway, but relieved to see that the strange blue glow had faded completely from her skin. As one of the guards shouted for backup, she made for the lab.

Fitz sat at his table, on his own. Tinkering, swearing, muttering in that way that broke her heart a bit more each time, especially when she heard him say 'Yes, Jemma, that's right, I'm almost there...'

At least their love had been real. She closed her eyes as she remembered Ward's face after their kiss in Providence, smiling, lovingly, almost, but that was just another lie. It made her want to break something - preferably the parts of him that called the most to her.

'Fitz?' she said quietly.

He stilled, but at least he acknowledged her this time. 'Agent Skye.'

Quickly, she explained what happened. He listened in silence, hardly reacted to any of it, not even when she mentioned the localised tornado and blue lights on skin. She left out the sexy bits. Her desire of Ward - in that way - was just a hangover from before, remnants of unfulfilled fantasies or something. Story complete, Fitz just stared at her. Eyes too big for his face.

'Fitz?'

He frowned, 'Yes, yes. I'm very busy!' Then, in his normal tone, 'Leave it with me,' and stormed off to confer with the lab rats.

Feeling worse than when she entered, Skye blew out a frustrated breath and cursed Ward again for the pain he had inflicted here. Reassuringly, she heard staff still being called down to the vaults. Damage control would likely take all day - AC would be livid when he returned from London - and so she opted for making herself scarce to write up her latest report. Bunks, situated on the third floor, were far away from the briefing stations. Self-contained and secured from the inside, they weren't her van, but she'd gotten used to their cosiness on the bus. Pushing her door, she caught the coin before it hit the ground. Better safe than dead. She could thank Ward for that lesson.

Distracted, by her own inane thought loop, and progressively more frantic announcements, she pushed and there he was. Lying on her bed, like a snake sunning itself on a rock, strong hands clasped behind his head as if there was nowhere else he was meant to be. Hard eyes shot to hers and with a tight nod, he indicated that she should come inside...

Panicked, she turned, but he was there before her, one muscly arm latching the door with a heavy click. Trapped between him and her only way out, Skye closed her eyes and focused.

Shut it out. Focus. Breathe. Plan.

May had taught her how. But shutting him out wasn't easy. The firm weight of him at her back was heightening her senses, whatever he'd unlocked downstairs earlier wanted to play, with him. Skye clamped down on a primal rush to flee - he wouldn't hurt her - even after everything he'd done, she knew that, and wasn't this what she truly wanted? Space and time, answers after months of guessing. And after the events of just now, she wanted even more.

Both let the silence run on until their uneven breath was the only sound left.

'How did you...?' she whispered.

No response, but his silent vigil at her back spoke volumes.

She'd been there the day he took on a dozen men and returned smiling. He didn't need to be touching for her to know that this was bad. Very, very bad. What did he want? Her eyes flicked to the bed. Besides that.

'Turn around.' he said, voice smooth like freshly packed earth over a grave.

Skye looked down at her hands to see that same blue light shimmered slowly onto her skin.

He lifted her hair to one side, warm breath at her ear, 'So,' he murmured, mouth grazing her neck, 'Did you enjoy showing off like that downstairs?'

She elbowed him, whirled around, 'What do you want?'

His eyes held her captive more than his hands did, 'You forgot something,' and then he was kissing her like she was a well and he wanted to drown.

Kissing him back before she realised what he was about, so familiar and yet so strange - before this place, when he was just Ward, before he was Hydra, she'd felt only the pop and crackle of wanting him for so long, but here and now, there was also a heady cocktail of danger. Kisses from a very bad man, and the way he could use that mouth, sent her into spirals.

He was holding her so delicately, she could've pushed him away easily enough, but she didn't – didn't want to. Behind them, everything in the room began to rattle, air dancing in dainty loops that became less dainty as the seconds past.

Caught in a terrifying new thrall, Skye gave as good as he, caressing him like a base jumper out for a stroll. Fused together they dived, landing with a thump against the door. Immediately, Ward lifted, her long legs clamping around his hips, so they lined up in exactly the right place. Both moaned at their first touch. Skye's breath caught as the heavy weight of him found her centre - so incredibly hot. Every inch of Skye's skin became luminescent with an indigo shimmer, Ward smiled and deepened their kisses.

Out of breath, Skye pulled away. Ward's mouth traced the soft hollows in her neck. 'What the hell have you done?' she said.

He smiled against her throat. 'Nothing - this is all you. I'm just along for the ride...'

That mouth on her pulse was enough to make her eyes cross, 'Stop it.'

'Not me, rookie, all you. You can stop, anytime - but do you really want to?'

With hands, stronger than they used to be, she pushed free of his embrace to the sanctuary of her bed. He remained where he was, but burning eyes told her that one wrong - or was it right? - move from her and he'd be there with her.

Steadier, she reached beneath pillow and pulled out a gun, indicating that he should stand back, against the wall.

He grinned.

'You have three seconds before I sound the alarm.'

So he told her, explained that her powers forced those around her to reveal their secrets - all of their secrets - from the extremely inconsequential to truly vile acts. Strangers, friends, governments, she was powerful enough to have Hague's most wanted on their knees. More than that, it meant she could see things in a way that others couldn't, but there was a catch, confessions, like his earlier, fuelled her. Without a regular feed her powers would become dormant once more.

Then, he paused, hand rubbing at his neck, 'And...'

'And what?'

'Hearing all those things, tough to remain unaffected. Impossible, without help.'

Eyebrow lifted, 'And that's you?'

Ward frowned. 'No, not me. Your Father.'

'My what now?'

'He's a doctor. The Doctor.'

'For...?'

He hesitated.

'My father's a doctor? So what?' She stilled. 'Hydra.'

He nodded, sitting down beside her on the bed when tears came to her eyes. 'I'm sorry - but you deserve to know.'

Unaided, the gun rolled out from her hands.

Voice low, 'There's more.'

Skye closed her eyes and swallowed. What could be worse than dear old Dad being Hydra's lead Frankenstein?

'Effects are mostly unknown - no one has had this gift in more than three centuries and never as a half-human- ' She flinched. 'But there are stories.'

Outside, unmistakable sounds of forces coming down the hall.

He shook his head. 'Not here.'

'Ward...'

'If they kill me, you'll never know.'

She sighed. 'OK, let's go.'

Together, they fought their way out. Ward's taking two men at a time and Skye holding her own.

Alone again, he was about to sprint for the nearest exit, when Skye grabbed his arm and hauled him back, 'No, not there, in plain sight.'

She led them to a storage bunker on level -3, underneath the vaults. High above them, through a maze of steel and glass, perimeter searches were being actioned just as they reached a small interrogation room.

Skye sat on the only chair, pointing the gun at him once more. 'OK, we have 30 minutes. Talk.'

He paced the concrete floor, hands going back and forth across his bearded jaw. 'Secrets fuel your powers. Give you a rush, correct?'

Skye flushed and studied the wall.

A knowing smirk found his mouth, ''That good, huh? How? How did it feel?'

Skye said nothing.

'The effects, they grow stronger over time, with use - not that unusual - but the user absorbs on more and more of what's revealed each time. So the more we know about what they experience the faster we can identify the best outlet for it. Make sense? So, what did you feel? Happy? Angry? Sad?'

'Horny.' she said quietly.

He stopped, face going slack. 'Horny?'

'Yep.'

Ward closed his eyes and swore. Going to the wall, he mimed punching it. Not good. Skye thought for a second. 'And when there's no outlet?'

'Are you sure?'

'100%'

Pacing faster now, 'If there's no outlet then the owner has no way of emptying out the darkness and sooner or later...'

'...they become the darkness.'

He nodded.

'OK, so I just need an outlet, a heavy bag...'

He shook his head, 'Once you're using your powers, you'll need to scratch the itch, often, and with someone who knows how.' He'd looked everywhere but at her as he said it.

'OK.' she said.

'OK?' he said, surprise on his face.

'Yeah, I'm sure I can find someone to 'scratch the itch'.'

He frowned. 'Did you notice anything else when your powers...' he cleared his throart, 'started?'

'No...'

'A kind of pulling?'

Her eyes narrowed. 'And if I did?'

'Those words, that woke your powers, they were special, unique to me, to us.'

She swore this time, 'If you're telling me that my itch can only be scratched by...'

He swallowed, 'Me,' He held up his hands, 'If I'd known, I wouldn't- well, maybe I would've -'

'Are you freakin' kidding me? My outlet, the only way I can let it out, that's you?!'

She stood, began to pace, waving her arms about angrily, 'There must be another way! An itch is an itch, right? Any guy -'

Ward grabbed her, eyes hot, so they were chest-to-nose, 'If you think I'll stand back to let you scratch it with another guy, you're wrong.'

Above them came the sounds of vault doors being opened and closed, the search was coming nearer.

'Fitz will find a way around it.'

'Not likely - Coulson's had him on it for months. Zilch so far.'

'Coulson knows?!'

'He knows about the trigger but we couldn't predict what the shockwaves, the effect you experience, would produce, so he held off. I'm sorry, Skye, truly.'

A disgusted sound. 'Liar. This is what you've wanted all along. There's a simple solution though.'

He raised an eyebrow.

'I'll handle it myself.'

Ward laughed. 'If you think that'll work, you've been with the wrong men.'

Skye huffed, crossing her arms, and slumped back into her seat.

Heavy footsteps sounded outside the door. Silently, Ward placed a finger to his lips and switched off the lights.