Grant got back to the apartment, latte in hand, he felt ready to deal with a hung over, crabby Skye. It wasn't until he saw the bed made that his stomach dropped. He immediately turned to the corner where her bag had been, only to see nothing but an inhaler on the floor.
He went over to it, leaning down to examine the plastic device.
Celine Moreau DOB: 1/1/1985 SereVent
Celine? Was that her real name? He had always known somewhere in the back of his mind that she wasn't really Skye, but have the evidence of another life in his hand was further confirmation. He slipped the infuriating reminder in his pocket. In that moment, rage overtook him. How dare she walk out on him? On them? He started searching the apartment for other clues. When he reached the kitchen, there next to the bananas was a piece of paper, a letter.
Ward,
This isn't working. You and I are just too different. Maybe in another life we could have had a chance, but here and now, I think it is best that we go back to the way things were. You are my S.O. and I am just a rookie, nothing more. I know that you will want to find me, but please don't bother. I am somewhere safe. I am working on being a better me. You will be fine. It is nothing you did, I just think that we are on different paths. Please, just take care of yourself. I'm so sorry. See you back on the bus.
Skye
Grant sunk to the floor, the note crumpling in his hand. She was gone, really gone. Not only that, she wanted to go back to the way things were. He couldn't go back. He had loved her for too long. Trying to treat her like a coworker would be torture. Did she feel nothing for him? Had everything they shared been completely meaningless to her? He had shared his deepest secrets with her, and she had never even told him her name.
"Not even her damn name," he said to himself.
Well, he would not let her walk away that easily. He couldn't accept that she didn't care for him. There were too many things she had done to prove the opposite. Even before that night playing slapjack, she had cared for him more than most. She had saved him when the Peruvians attacked. She had fought for him, when he and Fitz had been left to die. She had held him when the darkness from the staff had nearly destroyed him, and she had never asked for anything in return. Well, now he would fight for her.
He thought about everything he knew about Skye. Not much, she had grown up at St. Agnes, lived in her van, and had a roaming Wi-Fi account. He knew it would cause some questions, but he called Fitz.
"Guid morning," came the brogue of the Scottish scientist after two rings.
"Hey, it's Ward, I need you to do me a favor, and I don't want to answer any questions about it," Ward commanded, in his usual authoritative manner.
"Well, hello to you too, I'm fine thanks you so much for asking," Fitz grumbled. "No, it's Ward, calling about work," he told someone on his end. "Jemma asks if you understand the concept of vacation, or if we should whip you up a relaxing serum?"
"I don't have time for your jokes right now. Skye's gone missing. I need you to trace her roaming Wi-Fi signal."
"What? Jem, Skye's gone missing! No, Ward's on it, Ward how long has she been gone? Do you know who took her? What they wanted?" Fitz asked in a panic.
"No, no she wasn't kidnapped. We had a fight and she ran off," Ward attempted to explain.
"Never mind Jem, don't worry about deploying the retrievers. Ward just scared her off as usual," Leo explained to his partner.
"What are trying to say, 'Ward scared her off as usual' she has never run off before?" Ward questioned.
Jemma took the phone at this point, "Usually she just avoids you for a few days, after your little spats, but we always see a lot more of her, when you two aren't getting along. Now, what did you say, that sent her heading for the hills this time?"
Ward groaned, he did not want to talk about his relationship problems with the wonder twins, "Can you please just ask Fitz to trace her Wi-Fi signal and give me a location?"
"Leo, can you trace Skye's Wi-Fi signal? Prince Charming things he will make things better just storming the castle," Jemma asked. "He says that he needs a way to find out what encryption she is using, do you know where she has been staying this week?" she asked Ward.
"She's been at my apartment this whole time," he grudgingly informed her.
"Oh really," Jemma gave a slight cackle, "Leo, I win the pool, she has been at his place the whole time."
"What pool?" Ward asked.
"He says she is on the I-5, near Castaic Lake."
"Thanks guys, and don't tell anyone I asked you about this okay?"
"Of course Grant, just be good to our girl," Jemma made him promise before hanging up.
In a matter of minutes, he was in his car, headed for the I-5. He had a promise to keep.
A/N: Okay, so if anyone noticed this fic is in the takes place in the realm of Christmas: Past, Present and Future. Hope you like this chapter, Please review!
