Ok, don't shoot. This is chapter a bit on the short side of things because it's been sitting on my computer way too long. I've been so swamped with all this writing for school that I haven't even been able to get to any extra curricular writing. And when you add in the add in the school news mocks me daily: "Call for Fiction and Poetry Submissions. Our fiction and poetry editors have just been kind of looking at each other, twiddling their thumbs, and wondering where all the writers and poets are," you know I've become the worse person to live with. I keep wanting to yell at them, "I'm right here, dammit, if you'd just stop giving me all of this freaking work for ten minutes!"

However, when SHIELD came back on and Skye lived, I knew I just had to get this piece out if nothing else. For Skye! And on the bright side of things, I kept a boyfriend for Valentine's Day! Yay for that. We broke up the week before, got back together the day before, and broke up again yesterday and got back together this morning. Living with someone kills relationships. Enough said.

When Skye is Angry (a.k.a. Chapter 11, Part 1):

She paced the living room for the thousandth time while he was trying to read his book. He'd all but given up, considering Skye hadn't stopped pacing since he walked in.

"If you have all that energy, you should really do some pull ups and push ups."

She paused for a second to glare at him, then resumed. Grant gave up, setting the book aside to stand up to restrain her. "Let go."

"No. We'll find them, Skye, but pacing back and forth is going to accomplish nothing."

She looked at them, stopping for a moment. "That's not why I'm upset, Grant."

"Well why are you upset then? You wanted the truth."

She nodded, "Right. 'And ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free.'" Skye sat down next to him, "I think they missed the part where it should have said the truth hurts." Grant chuckled. "I'm glad my pain is funny."

"It's ironic. You were all about the truth when you got here-"

"I never said I liked what it did. I wanted the truth." The plane angled downward. "We're landing. Why are we landing?"

She could feel his uncertainty washing over her as he started to stand up. "I'm not sure."

Skye sat in her bunk, getting ready to trace the money trail when her screen froze up with the SHIELD logo. The door opened not two minutes later and all she could feel was disapproval. "Just in time. Can you override this?"

"What do you think you're doing?" Hand demanded.

"The money trails are key to finding Coulson. I just need to gain access to Vanchat's financials, and from there I should be able to trace Centipede's payments and then hack into their account."

"You're the consultant. The one who shot Agent Sitwell."

"Technically that wasn't me."

"I want you off this plane immediately."

"What?" Ward asked as Hand walked away.

"Wait," Skye called after her, running out of her bunk. "I know I'm not some badass field agent like May or Ward, but this is what I do. You can't just kick me off this mission." She took a breath, "Listen, I'll do whatever you say. All this protocol crap doesn't matter to me. All that matters to me is Coulson."

"Well, all this protocol crap matters to me. You're a distraction and you're gone." The woman turned to leave as Skye's anger rose.

"Agent Hand, I know Skye's methods are unorthodox, but she's a member of this team. She can help."

"You're just saying that because you're in love with her. You've been emotionally compromised by her, Agent Ward." She turned to the Oriental woman, "Agent May, your professional opinion. Will this girl be of any use to us on this plane?"

"No."

Hand turned to two guys behind her. "Increase her restriction level. Confiscate her laptop and phone. Then deliver her to debrief."

"I'll do it," Ward told her, "I'm her S.O." Hand nodded and left them.

For a brief second, he wondered if Skye might lose control, if she'd kill May then and there. He didn't need to give Hand another reason for her to try to take Skye away for good, so he tugged on her arm and she followed him.

"It's clear May has an axe to grind with me, but that was way out of line."

"No one knows what's in May's head except May. Don't worry, Coulson will make this right when he get's back."

"I can find him, Ward."

"I believe you. I've seen first hand what you can do, even without SHIELD resources." His fingers laced through her hair as he brought her close and kissed her hard on the mouth. "You'll find him." She nodded her head, looking up at him for a moment before she yanked him into the closest closet. "Skye, wha-"

"There's something you need to know, about the link. It'll hurt physically when we're apart, but you can't let them know, otherwise they'll try to break it." He nodded.

"I'll be fine. Be safe." Skye looked into Ward's eyes and could see how dead serious he was. She nodded and left the closet.

Skye walked to the edge of the cargo hold after a goodbye from FitzSimmons, ready to get out, when a voice stopped her.

"Where do you think you're going?" May asked, appearing in front of Skye as the girl went to leave the plane.

"Not that you care, but I'm going to go find my father, you know, the man whose secret you've been keeping."

Energy crackled in the air and May shifted uncomfortably, her mask never breaking. "I care about Coulson," she told Skye.

"You have a funny way of showing it."

"I just think he'd like to come back and his daughter wasn't dead."

"Move out of my way, Agent May."

The other woman stood there for a moment and Skye thought she'd show resistance, but then she moved over and allowed her to leave. An agent was leaning over the cherry red Corvette in the cargo hold as she pass and snapped, "Don't touch Lola."

She was gone from the plane in the next second. May watched with a frown on her face before she turned away. Once she was in the cockpit, she smirked proudly.