Happy Friday! I'm so happy this week is ooooovvvvvveeeeeerrrrrrrrr, and so will this story be too. I can end the story right at a chapter 5 or 6, but I'm not sure if I'll have enough ideas to continue :(

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Skye had a long day. She had flown from San Juan to Vancouver, fought with Agent 33, and received a call from an audibly distressed Jemma Simmons. Needless to say, Skye was in a bad mood, and it was all Ward's fault.

At one point her mind tried to convince her that she was overreacting, but thinking back to everything, she really wasn't. Skye thought back to her first days with the team. Everything they had done so far led them to where they were now. Every choice every member of the original team made, good and bad, created this future. And there was no one she blamed more than Ward.

"Skye," Simmons said. Her voice was strained, like she had been crying.

"What's wrong?" Skye asked. She was on the Bus with May and the others flying back to San Juan. They had Raina safe and sound, but now that the mission was over and it was time for a nap. The fight with Agent 33 had taken a lot out of her.

"Its Fitz. I tried to talk to him, and tell him why I left, but he wouldn't listen to me. Instead he told me he could work for me, but not with me. I don't know what we're going to do! We're about to go into the tunnels, but I'm afraid we'll ruin the mission, and put everyone's lives in danger, and-" Simmons rambled on. "We need to be at our best right now, but if not for Mack, he would probably refuse to be in the same room as me."

"I'm sure it'll be fine. Just play nice and show him that you're willing to work with him," Skye told her. "He might just be skeptical. He doesn't know if he could trust you anymore. After Ward's betrayal his protection was gone, so he turned to you, and you weren't there." Skye paused. "Maybe he thinks you left because you couldn't stand to be around him. Give him a reason to trust you. I think he wants to."

Simmons stayed quiet. "Oh God, I'm sorry Skye. Thank you, but I have to go. Stay safe. I'll call you once we get out of the tunnels."

"Okay Jemma. You stay safe too. Don't die down there."

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Skye sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. She was pretty sure that there was a letter to describe what she was feeling towards Ward right about now, called 'when you're pissed' maybe, but Skye didn't want to read it.

She was angry, and upset. One wouldn't be able to tell Skye was mad on the outside, but on the inside she felt as if her blood was boiling. At the same time, Skye was curious. The letter was intended to be read when she was extra pissed, so maybe it would finally explain something and make her feel better.

Or maybe not. The last letter she read was definitely a disappointment, probably because she had probed Ward for everything he knew about her father after that letter was written.

Either way, Skye's curiosity was getting the best of her. She pulled out her tablet and began to read once more.

Skye, it always began the same way, and given her current state of emotion, it was starting to annoy her. She knew the letters were for her and she didn't need reminded.

This is the only letter I want you to share, if you decide to share it at all. It explains me actions, with no excuses and no bullshit. I know you're way more angry at me than usual, which is why you're reading this.

So much for no bullshit. Skye was already having mixed feelings and she had only read the first couple of sentences.

First off, I apologize. Everything I did was of my own free will. I was loyal to Garrett and I followed him blindly. My actions can't be justified. They were cruel. I take responsibility for my mistakes. I messed up, but a part of me tried to slow the blow for everyone.

Skye rolled her eyes. Why not slow the blow by completely betraying the team?

I tried to buy you time by convincing Garrett that you were worth sparing. I almost had to kill you more than once Skye, but I couldn't because I love you. Garrett knew that, or at least suspected it, and decided I could spare you if I could convince you to join us. Obviously that didn't happen.

Fitz and Simmons. I tried to help them too.

Skye considered stopping, but didn't and kept going.

Honestly, I did. Garrett wanted them dead, with proof. The least I could do was give them a fighting chance rather than executing them in front of each other. I couldn't kill the team. I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I had killed any of the people who gave me a home and a family.

The container that I locked FitzSimmons in was supposed to float, then a rescue crew could have picked them out if the ocean, safe and sound. Of course, that didn't happen either.

Someday I hope they'll forgive me. Skye chuckled and shook her head. As if. I haven't seen Simmons yet, but earlier today I saw Fitz. He was pretty angry. He took away the oxygen from my cell for a good three minutes. I deserved more than that. He should have killed me.

Skye's eyes widened in surprise. No one had thought to tell her Fitz had visited Ward. I saw Fitz's condition for the first time, and I feel awful.

She stopped reading for a second and thought about the emotions she was feeling. Should she be sympathetic? Probably not. Maybe she should lay off the anger for a while. Of course, Ward could be completely lying to her. Trying to get on her on his side was probably a part of his plan to...do something. Skye didn't know. She honestly didn't know what to think.

And May, she'll be alright. She might always be mad at me, but I think she'll be fine.

I can only hope to someday make amends with everyone. Maybe sometime soon you will realize that we are more alike than you would like to admit. The team forgave you for betraying us for your old friend Miles. Maybe what I did was worse, but I like to think that I can still be forgiven for betraying the team for my father figure Garrett.

Skye was seeing red. How dare he act like they were so similar? They were different. Their pasts were different, their backgrounds were different, and their personalities were different. The list of differences went on and on. The situations had been different. They were not the same. Skye was not a killer.

But maybe not, the letter said. At this point, I can only hope that you can one day, forgive me.

She had finished the note, so Skye shut off her tablet and set it in the counter. She put her elbows on the table and leaned out on top of them. Her face was in her hands.

The letters were supposed to help her better understand Ward, but instead they were having the opposite effect. Skye was confused, sure, but she also knew that the letters were also supposed to help her make up her mind about Ward. And now, she had.

For some people, anger blurred their emotions and made them unreliable and unpredictable. Not Skye. Not anymore. Her thinking was crystal clear and she had made up her mind.

It was better for her, and for Ward, to not see each other to be with each other or think about each other ever again. He was dead to her.

God, she hoped they never crossed paths.

Honestly, Skye was so done with hearing about her father, and her family, and her 'special gifts'. She couldn't wait until this was all over. Her, Fitz, Simmons, Coulson, May, Mack, Lance, Tripp, and Bobbi could all go back to their semi-normal lives back at the Playground. Ward could stay missing, Fitz and Simmons could be FitzSimmons again, and the entire team could relax a little more.

Right now, Raina wasn't helping. May asked Skye to talk to her and see what she could find out about the obelisk. Of course, the conversation quickly shifted from the Kree to her father. At first Raina was confiding in Skye, probably trying to build up her trust. Now, Raina was sprouting some bullshit about the temple and her father and how it was 'all connected'.

Skye was getting real sick of those words.

"If the unworthy enter the temple," Raina continued, snapping Skye out of her angry daze, "they might die."

"Wait what did you say?" Skye asked, leaning forward. They were sitting on the chairs in the lounge part of the plane.

"I said, if the unworthy enter the temple, they will die."

Skye's eyes widened. Coulson and the others were probably entering the temple right then. Before she could say anything, Raina stood up. May, Tripp, and the Keonig brothers came into the room with their weapons drawn. Skye stood up and drew hers too.

"We're being boarded," May told her.

"By who?" Skye asked.

May responded. "HYDRA."

Before anything else could be said, Grant Ward descended the spiral staircase and stepped foot on the bus. Skye shuddered. He hadn't been on the plane since his betrayal.

DUNDUNDUN! Not much of a cliff hanger if you saw the last few episodes, lol.

This chapter was sooooo much fun to write! I am going to try really hard to finish chapter 5 and 6 this weekend!

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