Hey guys! It's new chapter time! Sorry if my updating schedule is a bit wacky but I'm trying to get enough readers to keep you guys coming back for more! This chapter is dedicated to Serenity Shadowstar for their PM full of some great ideas. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Agents of SHIELD or any of it's characters, although I wish I owned a monkey...and the Fitz that comes with it

Skye's POV

"Where," she said, "Do we go from here?"

Ward finally looked back up at her and his expression was so full of sadness and desperation that it cracked Skye's fortitude. The fierce look in her eyes softened a bit.

"I just don't know what to do," she sighed.

Ward looked down and wouldn't meet her eyes. He murmured something Skye didn't understand.

"I can't hear you when you're talking to the ground, Grant," she said.

"It was supposed to float," he whispered.

"Wait, what?" Skye asked, clearly very confused.

His voice low, though no longer a whisper he said, "The storage container that Fitzsimmons was in. They're built to float."

Did that mean that he had actually tried to save them? she wondered

Skye was almost speechless.

Almost.

"Then why didn't it?" She asked.

"I have no clue. I'm the brawn, not the brains. You'll have to ask Fitzsimmons for that." He sighed. "I'm sorry for what I had to do, Skye. It was my only chance to save them."

Skye could feel another burst of rage come about her but she suppressed it. She stayed as calm as she could as she said, "It wasn't the only way. It wasn't your only chance. You could've killed Garrett right then and there. You could've taken down the clairvoyant like you did the false one. He ordered Quinn to shoot me!"

"That wasn't my call! Do you really think I had a say in that? I would never hurt you!" he yelled, although he didn't look angry. No, not angry. Desperate.

Skye brought her knees to her chest by putting her feet on the chair with her and buried her face in her hands. "But you already have."

Skye didn't know how long she stayed like that. It could've been seconds or minutes or hours. All she knew is that it felt like a lifetime before she heard Ward.

"Skye."

There was so much power in her name, and for the first time she could hear every emotion. Frustration, regret, longing, love.

That last thought made her lift her head. Ward couldn't love, right? She thought of Mike Peterson and his adorable son. She thought of Fitzsimmons and everyone he had ever help hurt. Surely someone who has caused so much pain could not love anyone…

"Earth to Skye? Hello? Skye are you okay?" She heard Grant's voice saying, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"Sorry, thinking," she said numbly, still not meeting his gaze.

"What were you thinking?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

Skye looked up suddenly. "I think I need to go. Now."

She bolted for the staircase, almost leaving the tablet behind. Her finger was 0.99 cm away from making the wall opaque when she heard him say, "Are you coming back?"

She pressed the button that blocked she and Ward from hearing and seeing one another. She sighed.

"I don't know."

I've just concluded that no ship is without complication on this show. Ugh. I'm scared for Tuesday, what about you? Well I hope you enjoyed, I'm really enjoying writing this. I love reading your reviews so keep em coming please! What do you think should happen next? Should she tell anyone? I was thinking Jemma but who do you think she should confide to? Bye my lovelies!