91 REVIEWS! I am blown away, wow. Okay so, I'll be doing a chapter today and then tomorrow. This chapter won't feature May and Coulson much but don't you worry, next chapter you're in for some wonderful family, fatherly moments. This chapter is basically some filler fluff before more angsty times. (Well…fluff to me, maybe not to you guys XD) Hope you enjoy!

Skye was left alone to have her shower, and she always had long hot showers when she was stressed, this was one hell of a stressful situation.

The interaction with May had been strange and all around awkward, but what the older agent had said seemed to stick with her.

You don't have to be thin, you don't have to work yourself until you're sick.

But she did, she had to be thinner because she was clumsy like this, she would never make a good agent.

She just had to be better, she had to.

So really, it came down to two choices.

One, she let herself believe, convinced herself to believe that May was right.

Or two, she started to hide even more.

Because she had no doubt that if she carried on, and stopped hiding it so well, the Bus would land and she'd be forced, kicking and screaming, into a hospital.

A knock on the door brought her from her thoughts, and she blinked water, hastily turning the shower off. "Yeah?"

"Skye, you alright? You've been in there a while and I-" Just needed to make sure you were alright, Grant's mind supplied the rest of that sentence. "Are you coming out?" he asked instead.

The hacker resisted the urge to roll her eyes, wrapping herself in a towel because she'd slept in her workout clothes and ew, gross.

With May going all motherly on her, she's not had time to pick up new clothes. "Just…don't look when I come out." she mumbled.

Ward frowned and stepped away from the door, "uh sure." he said, a little wary, even going as far as to turn away as he heard the door open.

He was immediately hit by a waft of lavender steam and he smiled to himself. Now that was definitely Skye all over.

Despite being trained to obey all commands, Grant couldn't help but look behind him when he heard her soft footfalls. He knew she'd be wearing a towel so he wasn't sure why she was so worried about him looking at her and-

Oh god.

How the hell had he not noticed how small she was? Her collarbones clearly defined, not to mention that he could literally snap her wrist with a flick of his pinky by the looks of it. And with her hair down her back and off her face and neck, he could see sharp, slanting cheekbones and features that looked so young it made his heart clench.

He quickly turned away, closing his eyes and not opening them until her heard her bunk door slide shut.

Anguished, he slumped against the wall, rubbing at his temple, pain temporarily blossoming.

What could he do?

Down in the lab, Fitz was experiencing similar anguish. He'd been working up the nerve to talk to Jemma for hours and hours, losing himself in his work to quell the increasing panic. Finally, he couldn't take it any longer.

"Hey, Jemma?" he asked, fiddling with some scraps of metal, making sure his hands had something to do. Otherwise he'd probably start biting his nails and that was an awful habit he'd always hated.

"Yes Fitz? do you need me to test the gun with you?" she asked, bent over a rat, tongue sticking out of her mouth slightly as she concentrated.

Fitz was worried about Skye, of course he was, the hacker was like…her sister. But he was also worried about another girl.

"You've never thought…you know…Skye." he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck and wiping his forehead, smearing a bit of motor oil across his temple.

"Oh Fitz! Don't be silly." she sighed, finally pulling her eyes from her work. She started to giggle as she noticed the oil, going over and wiping at it with her finger. "No, Leo, really. I've never felt like that." she sighed, all traces of laughter slipping from her face. It wasn't like she had forgotten Skye but she'd pushed herself to work, needing the distraction. Skye didn't need the Englishwoman following her around or crowding her, and without her work, she most likely would have been pestering the hell out of her.

"Good because…you know, you're already perfect, Jem." Leo mumbled, flushing ever so slightly.

Then Jemma did smile again, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "You're a sweetheart, Fitz." she said softly. "Thank you for worrying about me." she smiled softly up at him. Fitz, being the awkward Scotsman he was, nodded and shoved the bits of metal at her. "H…here, the scraps you needed."

He heard Jemma laughing as she walked back to her bench. He'd never get tired of hearing that.

When Skye was done, she opened the door, gesturing for Ward to come in.

She was dressed in sweatpants and a big shirt, hiding what he knew to be a decidedly childlike body underneath. It was deceptive, Skye was such a strong woman, it was…unthinkable really.

He sat on the edge of the bed, watching Skye before swallowing and shifting closer to her. "Skye…" he said quietly, brows furrowed.

"What's up buttercup?" she asked brightly. "You look like you're in pain." her finger poked the centre of his forehead, smoothing out the wrinkles.

She then rested her hands in her lap, sitting cross legged, back pressed to the wall.

"Pain? No. Are you?" he prodded, eyes scanning her figure, trying not to be too obtrusive. He reached for her hand and Skye's heart thudded in her ears. But Ward was just replacing the IV, muttering something about 'needing to make sure she wasn't dehydrated'.

The hacker watched him at he worked, methodical and precise, trying to cause her the least amount of pain possible.

"Ward, stop, I'm fine." she said softly, reaching to pat his hand in return. His hadn't left hers and it barely registered in his mind as Skye wrapped slim fingers around his palm.

She squeezed his hand gently. "Ward, you gotta talk to me. I know you want to…have a go at me, shout at me. I know you're angry." her voice had gradually got quieter until she was whispering.

Agent Ward was silent for a long moment, in which time Skye was already squirming nervously.

He pulled in a breath and looked up, gaze pained and open in a way she had never seen before. "Angry? Maybe just a little. More than anything, I'm concerned, I'm worried, Skye. This is not healthy, you don't need to go on like this. You've lost so much weight and it's a problem now, it's unhealthy and its making you sick."

Ward's stomach twisted as Skye smiled at 'You've lost so much weight'. As if she was happy, as if she was saying 'Really? I didn't think anyone had noticed.'

He pushed on.

"And I can't let it carry on. Not only is it severely damaging your health, its unprecedented. You don't need it." he said firmly, watching her gaze dropped lower and lower, as she shifted under his gaze, feeling exposed without her hair and her make-up.

"I think I've been compromised." he said so quietly, she wasn't sure she'd heard correctly.

Skye's head shot up, eyes widening. She'd heard those words once before, in a story Coulson had told her. About two of his favourite and best agents; Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton. AKA, Black Widow and Hawkeye. AKA two of the MOST badass people to have ever lived.

About the battle of New York.

"Compromised?" she choked out. "Why?"

His hand came up to rest on her cheek, thumb stroking over the protruding bone.

"Because, if I go out on a mission, I'm going to be worrying. Worrying that I'll come home and you'll be gone. That you'd had a heart attack or…been so weak, you'd fallen and hit your head. Or that maybe you'd taken your own life because you thought you weren't good enough." the last sentence came out in a rush, and Grant clamped his lips shut after, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut. As if willing away the images.

It was the most emotional she'd ever seen him.

And she hated to be the reason for his distress.

"You see Skye, I think I…" he paused, blinking open to watch her.

Skye held her breath, biting down on her lower lip, eyes wide.

"I think I love you."

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So was that fluffy enough? Sorry for crappy writing and OOC'ness. I hope you enjoyed it. A little rushed, sorry for any mistakes!

Shoutout to pinkbelle, who wanted a FitzSimmons moment where Fitz makes sure Jemma doesn't feel the same way as Skye. And to everyone who wanted some SkyeWard lovin'. :) Until next time guys, reviews are love! Hope you enjoyed-Sophie. 3