"Who is she?"

"A client."

Skye frowns, "Why is Ward flirting with her then?"

"Skye"

"He's an ass Phil, and I don't know how you can't see it!" she turns to look at the pair of flirting idiots, he's grinning and laughing and it makes her shiver. He's such a creep.

Phil sighs, "He's a great asset to the firm Skye, plus he hasn't had the best luck in life and he's a good guy, if you would only try and get to know him..."

Skye snorts "Why would I want to know that? He's practically prostituting himself..." she grumbles.

Phil shakes his head. "Would you at least try to be civil," he pats her shoulder before going to join the sick inducers.

"I can't promise anything," she grumbles. They're all laughter and smiles and she finds herself mocking their sickly grins to herself.

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"I didn't know you were a whore, Ward," she folds her arms as she slumps down on the couch next to the armchair Grant's reading on.

He looks up from his book before glancing back down. "What is it now, Skye?" he asks as if she were a petulant child.

"When will you stop acting like you're somehow better than me?"

Grant bits down on his lip. he's not amused by her today, frankly he's a little annoyed but he doesn't take to her bait.

"Her name is Kara. we've just finished a deal and I'm taking her out on Friday. Doing what you're suggesting, is'nt really my thing."

Skye's throat constricts and she's left with nothing snarky to rebut.

He's glances up at her, "Wow you finally have nothing to say Skye? that's a first," his voice is seeping with sarcasm as a grin arises on his lips.

Her eyes point daggers at him and he can't help the quiet laughter that escapes.

"asshole," she mumbles at the bottom of the stairs out of earshot, and she's left wound up for the rest of the evening.

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She must be half asleep when she bumps into something big and damp. "damn it," she grumbles before her eyes scan the object of her annoyance. It's Ward with a towel around his waist.

"of course it's you."

"good morning to you to, Skye," he folds his arms as a smirk of amusement settles on his face.

"did you ever, you know, consider putting on a shirt?"

"I was planning on it, you know, when I got to my room."

She controls herself from pushing him so he can fall flat on his ass.

"Wait isn't it Saturday?" she smirks. "You're up early, did you're date realise what a jerk you are and ditch you?" she snickers as her arms slide across each other.

Grant laughs, that dark laugh that has become all too familiar.

"Hi, you must be Skye."

Skye turns around to see the woman she remembers as Kara in one of Grant's shirts and not much else. The idea of anyone doing that with Grant is vomit worthy.

"umm yeah hi," skye mumbles as she forces a smile to try and cover up her embarrassment, before quickly escaping to the bathroom, not before missing the embrace the pair share. Her stomach turns.

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"He was doing that while we were in the house Phil! it's gross!"

"Skye," the man sighs as he pinches the bridge of his forehead.

"How can you be okay with this?"

"Skye you're almost 21, if you would stop acting like a child. It's his house too, he's an adult and as long as he's not disturbing us, he does what he likes."

"Seriously?" she almost yells.

"We're not having this discussion any more Skye. If you had just this one grievance maybe we could talk about it, but you take issue in everything Grant does and I have had enough. I don't want to hear any more complaints about him, do you hear me?"

"But what if he-"

"Enough." Phil finalises.

Skye looks like a wounded deer as she mumbles, "fine," before storming off.

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She doesn't know why she's crying, but she hates Phil and she frickin' hates Grant Ward. They were fine before he showed up, Phil would always consider her feelings and now it's like he doesn't care because he's got a stupid guy to talk about his stupid law stuff with, who he has those stupid hushed whispers with and the private jokes she doesn't understand. She might as well not exist.

there's a light knock at the door which Skye ignores. She hears the door creak open and she turns to her side so the visitor won't see her likely red, swollen face.

"if it makes you feel better I won't bring Kara to the house again..."

Skye scoffs. Of course Mr. perfect I've-got-light-shining-out-of-my-ass would come and try and make peace.

"Look Skye, we live together, we have to at least be civil. I'm trying..."

She rolls her eyes, "stop acting like I'm a stubborn bitch with no reason to dislike you. I know what you are Ward and soon enough Phil is going to see right through you!"

Grant sighs, "Whatever Skye."

"Yeah whatever," she mumbles as she hears the door slam.

Author's note:

Firstly thanks for the reviews, follows and favs. So that's chapter two. What do you guys think? I find writing Coulson more challenging than the others, but I hope it wasn't too bad... And as you've probably guessed this story has zero to do with the show accept for the characters.