Us.
Words:
591
Couple:
Skye and Grant Ward.
TV Show:
Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D
Disclaimer:
All characters you recognize do not belong to me.
AU.
Established Skye/Grant.

Jackhammer: What's a noise your character can't stand? How often do they come into contact with it?

She hears the repetitive click and instantly cringes, knowing that Phil Coulson will spend the next hour repeating the noise with his pen. The man's office has been quiet, perfectly still and quiet for exactly 24 minutes and 51 seconds.

24 minutes and 51 seconds of perfect silence.

Skye sits on the floor across the office from Grant Ward, who when she looks up to watch toss a crumpled up piece of paper in the trash can near the door doesn't seem fazed by the noise at all, and next to Melinda May who sits, also completely unfazed, in the arm chair to her right. The only noise made within that 24 minutes and 51 seconds was a loud crashing noise from somewhere else on the bus, which most likely was FitzSimmons blowing up their recent experiment.

But other than that it was complete perfect silence.

In the space of another thirty seconds, Coulson clicks the pen rapidly four more times before placing it on the desk in front of him and flicking through the paperwork. Letting out a breath, Skye looks back down at the computer in front of her and continues on with the incident report that S.H.I.E.L.D. was forcing her to complete.

Not that having to be rescued from falling out off an aircraft above the Atlantic was her fault.

"Who has the DC-350 forms?" Ward's voice questions.
Skye doesn't look up from the computer as she reaches awkwardly behind her onto the bench and taps a finger on the pages lying there, "Completed already."

Within the next few moments, Skye moves on from the incident report and finds herself staring at a mess of codes that level 4 members of S.H.I.E.L.D's IT department had stumbled across and the hacker finds herself trying not to pull her hair out at the sound of Phil Coulson's pen clicking.

If she listens close enough she's sure she can hear the tune to some generic nursery rhyme, but also if she listens close enough she can feel a splitting headache beginning and the urge to scream creep up in her throat.

The clicking continues. Five long minutes of endless clicking before a phone on the desk vibrates against the wood and draws the older man's attention away from the paperwork in front of him and it stops.

"Fury is waiting in the hanger," Phil tells them, "You and Skye okay here?"
"Yeah we're good."

Skye looks up at her SO with raised eyebrows as Coulson and May leave the office, and he only shrugs. She looks down at her computer as the office door closes, and the silence is back. When she reaches for her bag Skye sees Grant watching her with his thumb poised on the end of his pen. Pulling a hard drive out the shoulder bag lying on the ground she meets eyes and frowns.

"Don't you dare Ward."
"It's a calming noise, don't you think?"
"I'll cram the pen up your nose."

He laughs and tosses the pen across the room at her.

"Silence. Please?"
"You giving me orders rookie?"

She picks the pen up from where it's fallen on the ground and roughly throws it back in his direction. Skye looks back down at the laptop in front of her and tries to ignore the sound of him singing her name in an attempt to gain her attention.

"Skye."
"I'm telling you to be quiet or you can sleep in your own bunk tonight," she finally snaps in reply.
"Doesn't sound so bad," Ward muses.
"Alone."

The ending seems a bit cut off. But it's one of those ones that just didn't end. Like. Ever.

Merry Christmas! I have begun writing a Christmas story – SkyeWard, of course – but I can't guarantee it'll be up before Boxing Day.

I'll try. I promise.

Thank you!

All mistakes are mine.

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