Sorry for a little delay with that update! I was intending to post last night BUT I was totally unable to do so cuz I was FREAKING OUT after watching the new epi! I mean our ship is getting stronger and stronger! I was not prepared for all the feels, I swear! JEEZ and I just rewatched the new epi hahaha cuz I kust HAD TO! and then there is tumblr where I joined the fandom in our massive freakings-out! haha!

So anyways, guys. Enjoy and tell me what ya think! ;)


May and Coulson were making some progress with their secret investigation. They've managed to find out that only one person was on the premises apart from Skye and Ward. They caught him in the feed from the few security cameras there were in the house and outside.

"I think he's our man. What do you think, Mel?" Coulson asked his partner with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

"I think what you think. And he has no idea he's going to hell soon" May answered with that look on her face that meant she was up to something.

"I quite like that thought. Hell would be a good fit for him"


I shot up in the middle of the night after yet another nightmare struggling to breathe. I started having nightmares not so long ago but they were getting more and more intensive. It was always the same: I couldn't breathe and I was in the ocean again. My lungs were full of water and it hurt like hell. Except for that this time I couldn't make it to the water's surface although I tried as hard as I could. And there was no one to save me and all I could think about was Ward and wished I could see him again, one last time but I couldn't. I was on my own. Trapped. Without any hope to escape.

I had trouble with breathing when I woke up from that awful nightmare, which was one of the worst parts. I breathed with my mouth and tried to get as much air as I could but it didn't seem to work that fast.

I knew I was about to break down. I didn't want to wake up Grant because he would only get worried so I removed his hand from my waist carefully and quietly left the bunk, rushing to the living area, about to burst into tears.

I crashed on the floor near the couch and let it all out. I wept and wept, tears coming with no end, and then it almost seemed that I felt better but I knew all too well it wasn't like that. I didn't feel better. I was terrified. Terrified of those nightmares and terrified of my own decision to give up on my life.

I didn't want to have that same nightmare ever again but I knew I was going to have it again and again, hell knows how many times. It was exhausting to have my incident on repeat every night. The only thing that made me feel more safe was the man who was in bed with me. Maybe I should have told him about my nightmares.

A waterfall of tears kept running down my cheeks and I couldn't say I gave a damn. No one could see me and I hoped I wasn't that loud and no one could hear me as well.


When Ward opened his eyes he instantly felt that something was missing, or rather someone. Skye wasn't in bed with him. It was dark. He looked at the clock, it said 2 45 AM. The fact that she wasn't in bed in the middle of the night caused him to start worrying. Was something wrong? Where would she disappear to at such an hour?

He sat up in bed and looked around as if expecting to see her somewhere, although the bunk was too small for a possibility of her still being there somewhere. Except for in the closet and why would she even be there?

Ward got out of Skye's bed and left the bunk, off to find his Rookie and bring her back to bed with him where she was supposed to be.

As he walked out of the bunk he heard some noise coming from the direction of the living area. Thinking of Skye, he walked there taking wide steps. When he got closer he could hear the noise better and was able to tell that someone was obviously crying and that that someone was his Skye. His heart filled with more worry. He hated it when she cried. His heart broke every time he saw her hurt in any way. And the sound of her crying, every second of it, tore him peace by peace.

Ward reached the living area and his heart clenched in his chest when he saw her sitting on the floor weeping. She looked so broken and vulnerable it physically hurt him to see her like that.

He quickly made his way towards his Rookie who was crying rivers on the living area floor and took her into his arms, pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms safely around her, pulling her as close to his chest as possible.

"Skye, baby, what's wrong? Why are you here alone?" he asked her, holding her and rubbing her arms and back soothingly, trying to see her face in the dark as she continued weeping not even acknowledging his presence. He could feel a lot of her hot tears on his bare chest.

She kept on weeping and he wasn't even sure if she heard him. He was ready to kill anyone who caused her all this pain.

Grant tried to ask her again, his voice soft and gentle:

"Skye? Did someone hurt you? What happened?"

When she ignored his questions again he tried to calm her down, rubbing soothing circles on her back and kissing her on the top of her head, rocking her, stroking her soft hair and whispering that it's okay but it didn't seem to work really. His Rookie's weeping wouldn't stop and Ward wasn't sure he could listen to her crying any longer. He had to find out what caused this.

"Skye, you're scaring me. Please, talk to me"

Her crying subsided just a bit and he could feel Skye wrap her arms around him tightly, finally taking notice of him, before she uttered, her voice shaky:

"Nightmare"

"God, Skye, why the hell didn't you wake me? Why did you leave the bed?" he asked her, kissing her temple and feeling confused.

He didn't even know she was having nightmares and couldn't possibly understand why she kept it to herself and why she didn't wake him if she was so scared. He would have held her and comforted her, he would try his best to make her feel better. He didn't want her to feel that she had to deal with it on her own.

"I didn't want to disturb your sleep. Sorry I woke you"

"Stop being ridiculous. You didn't wake me. I woke up and you weren't in bed. In the middle of the night"

He pulled her closer and gently wiped away her tears that still were coming.

"You didn't tell me you were having nightmares, Skye. Why didn't you tell me? You should have told me. I could help you. Don't walk away anymore, Skye. You can tell me everything"

"I thought if I didn't talk about it then it would be less real. That nightmare just feels so real…"

Ward put yet another kiss on her forehead trying to make her feel a little bit better, a little bit less scared. And she looked so scared he just wanted to take her fear away.

"Is it about...?" he asked not wanting to say the word drowning aloud.

"Yes" she answered, whimpering.

He closed his eyes. He just wished she didn't have to experience it. Every night all over again.

He had nightmares with her drowning too and he hated to see her so deathly pale and die on him again. But he would give everything to take her nightmares too so that she was free and could sleep peacefully. He loved her too much and he would do absolutely anything for her. He's never loved anyone like that. In fact, Skye was the only woman he has ever truly loved.

Wasn't drowning and almost dying enough? Why did she have to have those nightmares? He wished he could protect her from this, he wished there was someone he could punish for this…

Wait. There WAS indeed someone he could punish. Hard. The man who pushed his girl off the cliff into the ocean.

He was going to find him. He was going to hunt him down. He was a dead man.

No one will stay unpunished for almost taking the woman he loved away from him and making her suffer like that. For making her cry like that and giving her the nightmares. No one.

Ward knew one thing for sure. That man was a dead man.


PS: No one messes with his Skye. NO ONE :D