Hey guys! I am so so so so so so so so so sorry about taking so long to update but the last few weeks have been crazy with SATs, AP Calc, English, and US History, helping set up for my middle schools play (It was sound of music and they killed it!), my sisters birthday (we watched pitch perfect 2) and finishing up a video for a super important disney contest. To make a long story short, its been hectic. But now I'm done and I have 3 weeks of basically nothing until summer, so that means a lot of down time to write and do whatever. I saw Age of Ultron and the season finale of Shield. HOLY SHITTAKE MUSHROOMS MAN. I'm not going to spoil either one for you guys, but seriously, whats taking so long!?

Anyways, I woke up extra early today so I could write and finish this up for you guys. I hope you enjoy!

The world hurt. The light hurt her eyes, the sheets hurt her skin, the tubes hurt her throat. Skye kept slipping in and out of consciousness, the pain ebbing and flowing all over her body. She wanted to scream, but there was a tube in her way. She tried to distract herself, think of something other than the pain in her torso. She thought back to the last time she had seen Grant. They had been arguing. Over something stupid no less. She wanted to cut their training short, it was Friday after all and they had the weekend off.

"When you're staring down the barrel of a gun with no extraction plan, you're going to look back on this day and regret cutting it short." He warned, not pleased with his rookies attempt at getting out of work. Skye shrugged,

"That day will never happen. You're always going to be one step behind me. Right Mr. Terminator." Skye saw Ward flinch at the name,

"This team isn't a permanent fixture. Once you become a full blown agent, you'll be assigned to missions without us. I won't be there to protect you." Skye shrugged and continued to wipe her face with the sweat towel,

"They'll have to pull from this team kicking and screaming. There's no way I'm leaving here anytime soon." Grant gave an irritated growl as Skye began to sip from her water bottle,

"This isn't a joke Skye. There are people out there who want to destroy whatever peace there is in the world, they want to create death a destruction and at one point you are going to be the only thing stopping them. They will not hesitate to pull the trigger." Skye lowered the water bottle from her lips and glared at Ward,

"You don't think I know that? You don't think I don't vividly remember what its like to be at the end of the barrel. In case your memory circuits fried, let me remind you that I got shot. Ward. I know the risk." Ward glowered at her,

"I havent forgotten. Its exactly this cavalier attitude that got you shot in the first place. If you actually tried and trained properly then-" Skye slammed the water bottle back into its holster,

"Damnit Grant, I am trying. You would know if I'm not. Ive stuck with your crazy 6 am schedule and your exhausting workouts and quite frankly I'm fucking exhausted." They glared at each other for a moment before Skye broke eye contact. She looked down at her sneakers and spoke quietly, "All I'm saying is that we end twenty minutes early so I can get changed and go to the apartment I havent seen in 2 months and spend what little time we have away from your pessimistic attitude."

Ward nodded stiffly,

"Maybe we should spend some time apart. We need to have clear heads before we start on our next mission." Skye looked up at him, the anger was gone, replaced with a look of exhaustion,

"Yea maybe we should." With that she had walked out and went to shower before heading to her apartment.

Looking back now, she definitely regretted cutting training short. Maybe if she had finished those extra 20 minutes, she would have missed the kids. She wouldn't of gotten shot. She felt a singular tear roll down her cheek. It was her own fault she got shot. She was lazy and now she was dying. Grant was right, he was always right when it came to this stuff. It was part of the reason she loved him. And now she was going to die. Without seeing his face one last time.

And it was all her damn fault.

So? What do you think?

Is she going to survive?

Let me know!

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-Alex