Thank you so much, everyone. All the comments have blown me away. Thank you to all those who answered my questions, I know where I'm headed now. This will probably end up way longer than a three-shot. Oopsie! On with the story

Ugh, I feel so sick.

Skye woke slowly to a pounding in her temples and pain in her stomach. She winced, bringing a hand up to rub her temple only to knock something. Startled, she blinked her eyes open and pulled at the oxygen mask, pulling it off her head. A muscular forearm came into her slightly blurred view, taking it from her hands. "You need to keep this on." Grant said softly, gently placing the strap over her head and placing the mask over her mouth.

"Jemma said that your oxygen levels are low. I'll go get her to check on you." he muttered gruffly, standing, back cracking slightly.

"Grant." Skye swallowed, reaching out to snatch his hand. "Look at me?" she said softly, though it came out as a question, weak and hoarse.

Ward cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. "I need to get Jemma. You're ill, Skye, and she needs to make sure you're okay."

Hah, okay? None of this is okay, Skye is nowhere near okay.

The hacker nodded, letting go of his hand and curling her own to her chest. She watched him wearily, expression almost panicked. They don't know. They can't know. Have to make them believe you're ill. Cough, something! They cannot know the goddamn truth!

She gave a soft cough, patting her chest. "God, my throat hurts. I knew it, I am getting sick." she said weakly, flitting her gaze up to watch his face.

Ward stiffened, swallowing back anger. Lies.

"Okay then, Skye. Well let me get Jemma." he said flatly, gaze on the floor as he hurried from the room. When he got to the lab, he shoved the door open, startled both occupants. "Skye's awake. But don't expect much from her, she's blatantly lying about what happened." He spat, hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Jemma was the first to move, peeling off her gloves and shoving them in the bin. "Come on, Fitz." she said overtly brightly, taking his hand. She paused at the door, sighing and turning to face Ward.

"Maybe you should go sleep, Agent Ward. I'm going to be staying with Skye until I know she's stable. No one says a word until she's out of danger, understood? She's obviously not ready to talk about why she's doing this. And the way to go about getting her to open up is not that way you would do it, if you'll forgive me. It's just…I think Skye just needs support right now, not her tough love SO." she said gently, guilty for having a go at him earlier. She was just worried about Skye, about her sister.

Ward stood silent for a moment before shaking his head. "I'm going to come with you. I'll…sit out of the way, but I'm not leaving her now." he said respectfully but firmly.

He missed the slightly smug smile that crossed Fitz's lips.

Jemma tilted her head to the side before slowly nodding. "Fine. But no upsetting her. Her body is weak already, the last thing we need right now is for her to go into shock or really get sick. People who…don't eat as much as they should," She refused to call it an eating disorder, "have weak immune systems. Their organs can start to shut down. We already know that Skye's heart is struggling, the blood isn't pumping as good as it should be; her fingers are cold, colder than the rest of her. And I've had to up the oxygen intake she's receiving." the bio-chemist swallowed and clutched Fitz's hand. "Anyway, let's see how she is." she said quickly, tuning on her heel.

When they reached the main area, Ward thought he might be sick, panic clawing its way up his throat.

Skye was gone.

"Goddammit!" Jemma swore, slamming her hand into the inter-com. "Coulson, May, Skye's gone." she turned. "Well what are you doing standing there?" she snapped at the two men, "go find her!"

She shoved past them, heading down to Skye's bunk first.

Ward headed to the gym, getting worked up when she wasn't there. He met Simmons in the corridor, cursing when he saw the panic stricken expression on her face. They turned simultaneously at the sound of muffled sobbing.

"Skye!" Jemma turned, following the noise, slightly startled to be standing outside Ward's bunk. "Skye, sweetheart, its me." she stuck her hand out behind her, gesturing for Ward to give her his key-card. "I'm going to come in, okay?" she said gently, starting to slide the door open.

The hacker shook her head, swiping clumsily at her eyes, hunkering back against the wall. She was gasping for breath, chest heaving rapidly. Blood trickled down her hand, smearing across her cheek as she tried to hide the tears.

"You know." she croaked out, breathless and panicking.

"Yes sweetheart." Jemma spoke softly, approaching the bed slowly, like Skye was a wounded animal. "But it's okay, you have us now, all of us. And we're going to help you." she sat down beside the girl, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her to her chest.

Ward stood at the door, watching silently, gaze pained. Footsteps sounded behind him and he turned, faced with the rest of the team. Each of them looked in varying stages of panic, even cold, expressionless May. When Ward nodded, jerking his thumb into his bunk, they all seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. It wasn't like she could have gone anywhere, not really, they were in the air.

She could have jumped off, just like Jemma.

Okay, so obviously they would have heard the alarm and so the thought had been irrational, but still.

"Skye! Skye, sweetheart, look at me. Breathe, I need you to calm down." Jemma's voice was rising. "Ward." she called and he rushed in, taking in the scene before him.

Skye's eyelids were fluttering shut, her lips tinted blue as she gasped, trembling violently against Jemma.

Panic attack, his mind supplied. But with the way her body was right now, how weak she was, she could be in serious trouble.

Jemma all but pushed him to sit down, placing Skye in front of him, his thighs bracing her hips. He tucked his chin against her shoulder, pressing her back to his chest.

"Skye." he said gruffly, taking a deep measured breath. "Follow me, follow my breathing. You're fine." he said softly, jut to her, lips against her ear. "In and out." he pressed her palm to the base of his neck, where she could feel the thud of his pulse. "There we go." he gently tucked her hair behind her ear with his free hand, soothing the quaking, panting girl that he didn't even recognise as Skye.

A few minutes of careful breathing later and Jemma was back, placing the oxygen mask over her mouth. "Here we are." she said gently, glancing up at Ward, who was tight lipped and pale faced.

Skye's head lolled back against Ward's shoulder, breathing laboured but even, her eyes closed. He swallowed and looked towards the door, towards his team and…dammit, his family.

They could do this, they could help Skye and they would, Grant was damn sure of it.

They were her family and they would protect her from anything.

Even if that meant protecting the hacker from herself.

Okay, so…kinda crappy chapter, sorry guys :/

Oh and, I think I know where I'm going now. There will definitely be SkyeWard and FizSimmons, there will most likely be Coulson/May, and they will not be her parents. Not biologically, but they will basically adopt her as a daughter, so we'll see loads of parenty and family fluff.

Until next time, thank you for everything. Reviews are love! Hope I didn't let you down- Sophie.