A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the delay. Currently dealing with Writer's Block :( Plus school. Again.

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Chapter 11:

Skye

I shouldn't be here. Of all people who could rescue me it had to be him. Why did it have to happen this way?

It had been around a few hours since we last spoke before he took his place on the couch. I could hear him softly snoring. Meanwhile, I couldn't even shut my mind off for a minute to get some rest. My head was pounding and I felt like I've caught some stomach flu.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already nearing two in the morning. I turned to my other side and sat up. I peeked across the room again and saw him in the same position. I quietly took the bottle of water and drank from it. Then, I noticed something I didn't see earlier. My black backpack was sitting on the floor. I took it with me to the antique shop and luckily, it had some spare clothes inside. Ever since we've settled into the Playground, Coulson had sent us off to several on-the-road missions and some of them took unexpectedly longer than a whole day. We had to pack up a few clothes now and then in cases like that.

I then got up from the bed and rummaged through the bag. I took out some clothes and quietly went inside the bathroom. I locked the door and proceeded to clean myself up, taking my time in doing so.


Close to an hour later, I got out of the bathroom. I looked at the sofa again. Ward had turned his back on me but I knew there was a big chance he was awake. I didn't care what he did as long as he didn't go near me. I was going to walk out of here as soon as I could, but I still had a lot of questions. He never really did explain what happened because I couldn't stop the hate from getting out. Since I knew he was awake, or probably awake, I rearranged my expression to a blank but fierce one and mustered the guts to talk.

"Ward." I called. Just as I suspected, he turned around in the next second and looked at me with a confused face. I folded my arms across my chest.

"Everything okay?" He asked as he moved to sit up on the couch.

"How do you know the man today was my father?"

His eyebrows furrowed as if in concentration and sighed. "I don't know much except from what…Raina told me before."

His voice sounded like he was so disgusted at the thought and it puzzled me. I plumped down on the edge of the bed and looked expectantly at him.

"She told me about these creatures who massacred a province in China just to look for a baby girl." He glanced at me.

This part of the story, I knew. I already knew I was an 0-8-4, but I had no idea who it was that was after me and tried to capture me before SHIELD does.

"Who were they?"

"I don't…know exactly. She didn't say anything specific but that you're…" He cast a hesitant look at me. "You're not…from here."

I almost rolled my eyes but I managed not to.

"But you already knew that, by the looks of it." He added, eyeing me inquiringly.

I kept my gaze at the floor. Should I tell him? I wasn't sure that I wanted to, after what he's done to us. Why should I give him another piece of information he could use against me?

"Why didn't you tell me?" His voice sounded different this time that it made me look at him directly.

I bit the inside of my lip and tried to think of the safest answer I could give.

"I–I didn't think anyone should know, besides me and Coulson."

"Why?" He wondered.

"I don't know…It didn't seem like your typical left-at-the-doorstep-story so I didn't want to risk anything or anyone until I know more. As far as I'm concerned, I'm technically an alien that has unknown abilities. I didn't think it was a good idea to broadcast it." I said honestly. At that time, I didn't want anyone to know about me for fear of their reactions. I myself was scared to be put in some underground containment facility by SHIELD if they found out. And I didn't even know much about my history, so I wasn't sure what to tell the team.

"When?" He didn't need to continue the question.

"After the incident at The Academy with Donny," I answered. "Coulson and May retrieved some leads and they followed them."

I wondered if he noticed anything off about me after that day. I knew I have acted a bit differently and a lot more seriously, so that might have set off some bells. But then again, each one of us was focused on finding Ian Quinn and…

My thoughts trailed off once I realized the end of the tunnel was something involving someone that was already sitting across from me.

"Is that all?" I asked, referring to what he knew.

He frowned in thought and then, nodded slowly.

"Okay." I stood up and turned around. I walked along the side of the bed, deciding that I should try and get some sleep. Minutes later, I felt my eyes droop heavily.

This whole arrangement was far from okay for me, but I wasn't exactly trapped or forced to be here either. Maybe I could just let this night pass and then in the morning I could start planning what I wanted to do.

I had to leave this place as soon as I could. It wasn't right; to be rescued by the one person I wanted to distance myself from and eventually forget all about. But the universe just led me right to his face and I honestly didn't know what to do.

Three months have passed already and all that time I've been trying to move on from what he did to the team and how much he hurt me…

But I couldn't forget no matter how hard I tried, that I once felt something for him. I might have even fallen for him, but right now I didn't know if I really did because every time my mind would stray to that thought, all the hate comes back and I wouldn't be able to revisit that idea again until I've cooled down.

And today just brought that thought back up again. I always ended up feeling like my mental being was splitting in half again and the debate continuing on whether I should remember the feelings or not. I couldn't stop the memories from popping up but there was always so much hate attached to them. Even when what I wanted was simply to have a civil conversation, I would get reminded of how much he had hurt me. When I wanted to thank him for what he's done, I would get reminded of what he did to the team and to SHIELD. It was an unending conflict of wanting to feel versus wanting to hate so that I could move on.

It was ten times harder now that I was faced with him in this situation. The conflict was getting more and more complex because I couldn't choose a side. I tried to tell myself I needed to forget but I also didn't want to. And when I tried telling myself I should, I began asking if I wanted to.

And that was the million dollar question.

How did I want to feel? After all that's happened?

My mind was overworking again and I had to be focused come later this morning so I could think of a plan. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep.


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