Skye POV

I felt the days roll by, turning into weeks, eight in fact. Yet no spark of May. I felt like I hadn't slept. I spent most days hours on ends searching posts, Security cameras, webcams, my eyes were hurting but I felt determined. I felt like I owed it to her.

I cricked my fingers, twice in the space of five minutes. Agent Hand was a Nightmare. If it wasn't for Coulson then I would be long gone. She didn't make her distaste for me a secret either so it was getting to me.

I had to give May credit, She knew how to hide. If I was right about my theory, then whoppy do. May would be added to the index and all the crap. I snapped out of tiredness at Simmons and Fitz but I would need to apologise. I closed my laptop and stood, stretching my body out, hearing a series of cracks. I opened my bunk door and slugged my way to the lab.

"Found anything?" Coulson asked, looking up from the leaflets, his usual greeting.

Out of all of us, he and Ward were the most dedicated to finding her, more than me. I understood why, Coulson because he knew her longer than us, he was there after what happened in Bahrain; he wanted to be there for her now, what ever happened to her. Ward because they understood each other. I knew that much.

"No, I'll search Medical records in half an hour. My head's hurting form staring at a screen."

"Have Agent Triplett scan over if you've missed something." He said. Over the past month, Coulson signed on two field agents. Agent Garrett and Agent Triplett. One being Wards former S.O.

"Right." I stumbled into the cargo hold and sat down on the spirel stair case.

A second there was a throat clearing. I stood and made my way into the SHIELD Truck. Agent Hand watching me as I did so. Bitch.

I was met with silence again. This time it felt more privet, peaceful. I found myself drifting into sleep.

"Where are you?" I shouted. A place that appeared to be a blocks of grey stone, stopping and forking off into three different parks. A maze.

I jumped as I heard a gunshot. Turning around to see a heel of a boot run past.

"May!" I shouted, taking after that I had seen. I saw the back of May take a sharp turn and out of sight.

"Wait!" I called, my breath heaving. I rounded the corner to see her run down the left fork into a dead end. I followed and began to catch up with her then she ran straight into a wall, dispersing into a cloud of white dust. I screeched to a stop.

Then I heard another gunshot, I turned to see May again! This time running right. I took off again, wished she would stop.

"Wait!" I shouted, my throat burning as well as my lungs. She was fast. She turned right out of sight with a loud gunshot again but then as I rounded the corner I stopped at a horrible sight. May was sprawled on her back, her legs bent under her, her arm out while her other rested on her stomach, her eyes open and wide with terror, but what scare me the most was the large javelin like pipe that appeared to be shoved into her chest, I circle of white surrounding her like a large halo. I screamed.

I jerked up, my head colliding with the window. I found the handle for the door and toppled out of it, my foot catching the seatbelt and I felt onto my back.

I lay there panting, my heart hammering. The image of the dead May was burnt in my mind. I heard a patter of feet and Simmons's face appeared in front of me.

"Skye! Are you alright?" she asked, pulling me up.

"Nightmare!" I gasped. It took a few minutes before calmed down.

"Do you want to tell me?" Simmons asked in concern.

"Sorry about snapping at you earlier." I said, remember my mental note. Simmons smiled.

"I know. We're all worried. Plus looking at a screen is not good for you, I presume up late again last night."

I nodded.

"Yeah. It's hard, screen every Camera and web cam, gong though privet data and all that crap." I said, leading us back to the empty lab though Fitz was on a computer.

"Everyone needs a shoulder to lean on," Simmons said. Pulling out Two beers from one of the draws, I noted that for future reference. A miniature fridge was in it, labelled with refreshments. "Don't ask," She said, seeing me eye it.

I smiled and took the offered bottle. "Well in the dream, I was in a maze, but it was all made of concrete, like building blocks. But there's the sound of gunshot but then May appeared." Simmons looked concerned, "But she was running away from me, I tried to after her but when she hit a dead end she dispersed into dust, that was unsettling. Another shot sound then she appeared again, it felt like playing cat and mouse."

"Until?" Simmons guessed

"Until I got to the middle of the maze were May was lying dead with a sharp pipe running through her chest." She cringed, not liking my mental picture. "I really hope it's just my subconscious playing up." I hoped.

"May's probably there because we're so focused on her. Her death in the dream is the worse-case scenario, a way to prepare yourself if it ever happened in real life which I hope will not happen!" she said, her voice getting a little louder.

"Calm." Fitz called. Simmons then burst into tears, I went to offer a hug but Fitz beat me to it, pulling her into a warm embrace. I smiled sadly at them. If only they opened their eyes bit more, then maybe they could realise that they had the same feelings for each other. Maybe they needed a hand…hmmmmm.

I was suddenly broke out my thought when everything look a shard thump and the sound of twisted metal. I found myself flat on my back. I clung tightly to the holocomm. Then the movement of the plane dipped in a horrible way. I began to feel the plane was descending in a spiral.

I cursed. Terror seizing me. What had we hit? We were over 30,000 feet high in the sky for god sake. There shouldn't be anything. I felt my weight disappear momentarily, things falling from the counter. The data! I clung on tightly to the holocomm and pulled myself up, snatching the USB from my bra, I plugged it in, Fitz Appearing on the other side looking ashen. He presses a button and the data began to down load onto. Then it clipped out, but as I tucked it into my bra. I felt my head compact with the floor then everything went black

I jerked awake, my head pressed onto a cool surface. I opened my eyes to see myself on the Lab floor still. My head hurt but other than that I felt fine, though I counted a cut above my eyebrow. Well it was better than a broken bone.

I heard a groan and Ward appeared into the lab. His lip seemed to be cut, running down his chin and a sharp bruise on his temple. He was armed. He slipped the gun away and ran over to us.

"What happened?" I asked, pulling myself up, the holocomm was covered in deep cracks. Ward bent down to FitzSimmons. Both seemed alright though had bruised.

"I don't know. Coulson's checking the pilot and Agent Garrett and Triplett. I came down here. Agent Hand's fine as well as her two men."

Shame, I though. I shook Simmons awake and helped them up.

"What hit us?" Simmons asked, checking over herself and Fitz and began to fuss.

"Let's see." Coulson said, I jumped, seeing him and the other two agents behind him. Coulson strode over and lowered the cargo hold door, keeping his gun out.

"Whoa." I gasped, outside looked to be the Bus. Only damaged. Like the one we were in. There was a lot of damage to the wing of it, broken off and bent. The only thing I got about it was that it was out bus! But it wasn't. How was it there and here?

Agent Garrett and Triplett jumped off the hold door, guns raised. Ward and Coulson followed in the same manner. All of them treading out in a formation. I went as far as the cargo hold door and waited.

"There!" I cried, pointing a head. Out of the bother weird plane that looked like ours, a group of people armed were leaving, only they looked like us. I couldn't really make out their faces enough.

In a click the men faced the new threat at the same time the other people saw us. Then I saw their faces from where they were

"Wait they're us!" I shouted, jumping off the cargo hold and ran to my team.

"Not possible!" Agent Garrett said, not lowering the gun. I could see the doubles and even…no way…

"They have a May." I hissed, not taking my eyes off the distant version. I knew it wasn't our May. But I never felt happier to even see her face. God, I must be ill. Ward lowered his gun, seeing the May and the Coulson.

The Other Ward on that side lowered his gun too, talking to the other Coulson.

"Stand down," Coulson said, to the other two. Hesitantly they did, lowering their gun.

"What is this?" Other Coulson said, approaching us, gun in hand but lowered to the ground.

"This is freaky." I whispered to myself. Though the Other Team didn't look to be in any injury though a few bruises.

I felt the gaze of them land on my face. I felt suddenly self-conscious.

"We crashed into each other." Coulson said, putting his gun away. "What happened with you?"

Other May spoke up, "Everything was drowned in white, I thought it was just heavy cloud because we were still in the sky. I just saw your plane and turned but it was too late and you were too close." She said. Coulson stared at her for a long moment.

The rest of Our Team came up, Simmons passing Ward gauze for his lip before all of us who was bleeding. I pressed mine to my head.

"Hey, where's a me?" I asked, noticing that the Other Team was missing a member. Something passed through their faces.

"What's the date?" Other Ward asked slowly,

"January the 4th, 2014…" I said, flicking a look to my phone.

"To us it's February the 31st, we're ahead of you."

"That can't be right. May, did you leave the team for any reason?" Coulson asked, I think that was when they noticed our missing number.

"No, I never left. What happened to her?" Other May said, her eyes darting about. Coulson looked to Ward then back to his other self.

"We don't know. We've spent the last two months searching for her."

"What?" Other Coulson said, astounded.

"We must be on different line," Fitz mumbled on my left. He and Simmons talking to one another.

I folded my arms.

"No leads, no footage, nothing." Ward said, folding his arms. "Except her hotel room we stayed in that became totalled."

"There was a high rate of static energy readings." Simmons called, sinking back to her previous conversation.

"Let's talk on the Bus, It's too open here." Agent Garrett said, looking about. It was just a yellow field.

Nodding we all headed to our bus.

"I've saved the data form the holocomm before it got damaged; we have to use the one upstairs." I said, handing Coulson the chip card.

"FitzSimmons, find out what happened and how they're here, Skye, get Agent Hand to send for people to repair the Buses"

"Copy that," I split off and headed to Coulson's office. Agent hand was walking to a woman on a large screene.

"What?" Agent hand said, seeing me appear.

"Coulson sent me to get you to send a couple of repair teams for both Buses."

"Both?" She echoed as if questioning my sanity.

"We have duplicate of ourselves from a parallel universe standing around the holocomm. May included but not a me or a you." She brushed past suddenly, leaving the screen call.

"Hello…" I recognised it to be Agent Sitwell.

"Can you get a repair team for two Buses? Sending the coordinates to you now." I said, taking over Agent hand's job and sent them form my phone. I ended the call and headed down to the holocomm.

"I've given Agent Sitwell our coordinates, he's getting the repair teams here as soon as. We're not far from the Hub so they'll give us a ride back while they work." I said, interrupting whatever was going on.

All I got was stares form the Other Team.

I glared, suddenly annoyed with it "What? Have I done something to earn those looks",

Other Coulson looked apologetic, "Sorry. The Skye where we come from is currently recovering from two shot wounds to her abdomen." I flinched, that didn't sound well.

"What?" Our Coulson said.

"Our times runs ahead of yours."

FitzSimmons then ran into the room. "I think we've figured something out."

"Okay that was freaky," I said, looking to them, "We're just talking about it then they come along." I couldn't help a smile at that.

"Stop getting us off track." Agent Hand said. I glared and stayed silent. Coulson nodded to FitSimmons who brought up a blank side.

"Okay, imagine this line as their dimension line, their time line." Simmons said, drawing a line down it. "Ours run aside it like the two sides of a ruler. They never meet…" She drew a second one shorter next to it.

"That's means that we've have the same expectances with the same information with the same people, exactly the same."

"Until…?" I pressed sensing it was there. Simmons promptly drew the rest of the shorter line a differnet directions.

"We took a different path. What ever happened to our May has changed the rest of our line, a different future to what the other line has gone through." Fitz said, then drew a v from the other line past ours then back, connecting then back.

"That sounds drastic." I could help express. "But plausible. I don't die, do I?"

"Close." Other Simmons said. I couldn't help but a few shades paler. I couldn't imagine what would happen if I did die? Well, I didn't know anything about my origins, no family to miss me but this team had become the ones I always wanted.

"We can use that information you have to close down Centipede, do it before anyone gets hurt and killed." Ward said.

"Wait… is Mike alive?" Other Simmons asked. I felt my stomach twist.

"Mike? Yes."

"Get Ace and Mike's sister and niece into Shield custody, they used that to get to me." Other Coulson said. Then they all broke out into babble.

I found myself unable to join in so I treaded out the room and into my quiet bunk, pulling out my laptop and began to search medical files.

There was a knock at my door.

"It's open." I called, not taking my eyes off the laptop.

"Skye." It was Ward, from the sounds of it.

"Which one are you?" I asked.

"Other." He answered. I nodded airily. "What are you doing?"

"Scanning though medical files from some of the hospitals from some of the closet hospitals form where we stayed at when May disappeared. It's a slim chance at fining her but better safe than sorry. What's up?"

"What happened to your version of May?"

"From what we know, there were very loud crashes from May's room, our version of you got to the door before the door got launched with you, down the hall, knocked you out for a few minutes. I shot out my room but May's room was empty, trashed." I said, my fingers pressing a little too hard on the keys. "There was nothing we could do, she was long gone. FitzSimmons got the data from Snow, they've got a hologram model of the room, and reversed the process so they easblished the time it happened. Coulson thinks's a third part was involved."

"You don't?"

"No, I'll show you." I slammed the computer shut and pushed my way past Other Ward, Our FitzSimmons now in the lab going over the holocomm there.

"The holcomm's not badly damaged, it should be in working order in now time." Fitz Said, switching it on.

"Good, I want to show Other Ward what happened about May." I answered.

"We really need to think of different things to call each other." Fitz suggested.

"Ooh, I know! We call the Other team by their first names and our team by our last?"

I looked to other Ward who shrugged.

"Let's bring that up with Coulson later." He said.

"We all came up with different theories of what happened, two of them most likely. A, she got kidnapped by a telekinetic since there's no pattern suggesting a fight, or May spontaneously got telekinetic powers and ran for it in a panic."

"How do they both sound likely?" Other Ward said after a moment.

"There's no pleasing you Wards, are there?" I said, turning to face Simmons. She raised her hands and brought up the holograms, pushing aside the holograms that wasn't needed, pulling May's room up and expanded it.

"Christ" Other Ward breathed, taking in the sight of May's hotel room. Simmons reversed it to it's neat state, playing it to destruction state. Other Ward pacing around the holocomm with a hawk look in his eyes. The Other FitzSimmons came down halfway through the third time of the simulation, the hologram of Ward was added though we didn't added the May one. Other Ward flinched as his hologram self was once again fired down the hall.

"I see where you're coming from." He said after a moment.

"Good."

Simmons dropped the simulations and began to do her own thing. Other Simmons joining her.

Just then I heard the sound of tired and three large trucks rolled up with two normal SHIELD trucks. Coulson and the others appearing down the stairs.

"Agent Blake" our Coulson said though I couldn't tell whose was whose now.

"Agent Coulson?" Agent Blake, stopping when he saw the others. "uh-wha-huh?" Was the jumble out of his mouth.

"We need a ride to the Hub, We'll tell you on the way." Our Coulson said, enjoying the look on his face.

I know if this is a little sudden or really random, but I can always imagine another version of the team there. So if you don't like it…. Ugh. Anyway, I think they're needed because I can't write the next episodes of 11, 12, 13 or 14 into it since the major change but Centipede is still in the world so… yeah.

Sorry if you don't like it… Plz Review….