Chapter 18

Skye's POV

After spending ten minutes ignoring the beeping coming from my phone I lean over to pick it up almost falling off my chair having forgot that I slept in the cockpit. "No no no no" I mutter looking at the time I had five minutes to get changed, check on Simmons and go meet M in the gym. Getting up I run to my bunk on the Bus thankful that I hadn't taken out all of my clothes before running to the med pod. A few minutes later, after seeing that Simmons was still asleep and checking to see if there was any changes to Fitz's condition, I walk in to the gym surprised to see that M wasn't in there. Moving over to the mats I hear M behind me and can guess what she is going to do. "Mum, don't" but it was to late I had already landed on my back with her on top stoping me from getting up.

"Your late. You also didn't notice that I was standing behind the door" she says.

"In my defence" I begin thinking back to the self defence class I had taken a few years back, I grab her arm and roll myself over with her landing on her back, jumping up I practical run away glad that she was barely putting any effort in to anything "It is really really early" I say now standing a good 5 meters away.

"It's not that early" she says jumping to her feet. "Where did you learn to do that?" she asks crossing her arms. I gulp realizing that she was going in to Agent May mode.

"I took a some self defence classes a few years ago" I tell her suddenly feeling a little nervous.

"We will start on the bag. I want to see what he had taught you" She say. I realize for the first time that both her and AC no longer call Ward by his name.

A few hours later we had finished and I had fallen down on the mats and couldn't get up. I had become less nervous when M had started acting more like herself while she constantly complained about how Ward, not that she used his name, had taught me everything wrong. She went over almost everything Ward had taught me and she showed me better ways to do it. I felt like I had learned more from her in the last few hours than in the months I had trained with Ward.

"Why did you take self defences classes?" M asked walking over with bottles of water and sitting next to me. After a few attempts I sat up and took the bottle of water she held out for me.

"I lived in an old van, that was normal parked in back alleys" I say draining the bottle. "I felt safer knowing I could defend my self in a few situations" telling her at least part of the truth.

"You never had to use it did you?" she asks looking concerned.

"No, apparently people tend to avoid random old vans that are parked in back alleys" I smirk.

"Good" she says getting up and offering me a hand. I hesitate before taking it hoping that she wasn't going to knock me on my back again. "Same time tomorrow?" she asks and I can tell that she won't change the time even if I ask her to.

"Sure" I say picking up my bottle from the ground. "Could we do some Tai Chi tomorrow?" I ask not even bothering to complain about having to train early in the morning again.

"Ahh okay…." she trails off. "You are not going to try and convince me to train at night or anything" she says putting her hand on my forehead and muttering about not having a fever.

"Oh ha ha" I say bumping in to her shoulder with mine as we walk out of the gym. "I don't mind training in the morning"

"But you constantly complain about it"

"I knew, how else would I annoy you" I smirk knowing it annoys her when I spend half the time complaining about being awake early or having to wake up early.

May's POV

"Hi" Coulson says when I walk in to his office. "I'm sorry about yesterday, I was just frustrated about being the new director and then adding the side effects" he begins apologizing instantly.

"It's fine" I say blankly "How were you last night?" I ask him and realize that I hadn't checked to see how Skye was last night.

"Fine I didn't carve anything" he says looking down at his desk.

"That's good, I guess" I say hating that I didn't know to help him or Skye if it started happening to her. Before we could talk more Billy knocked on the office door and Coulson told him to come in.

"Sir, I just wanted to let you know that Agent Skye has finished fixing the security and that it all seems to be working" He tells Coulson and shows him something that I can't see on his tablet that he is always carrying around.

"Already that was fast, I only asked her to do it last night" Coulson said.

"What was she doing?" I ask because Skye hadn't mentioned Coulson asking her to do anything.

"I asked her to go over the security of the Playground and add some of her encryptions" he says looking over something on his desk. "When are you two going to training?" he asks.

"We already have this morning" I say.

"Really, you got her up that early in the morning. She must have done this after you guys finished" He said not really paying attention anymore. "Why did she not come tell me this herself?" He asks Billy.

"She has been sitting with Fitz since she finished with her training and breakfast, Sir" He says. Which means she did this last night I think to myself.

When I had finished talking with Coulson I find Skye curled up in a chair reading, every few minutes she would look up at Fitz and her eyes would dart between all the monitors that were attached to him. "Hello, Bookworm" I say sitting down next to her and I see her roll her eyes before she continues reading. After a few more page she closes the book and checks Fitz again before turning to face me.

"Really, Bookworm" she says.

"Sorry, I just never thought you were a book person" I say grabbing her book expecting to see the same manual she had yesterday but, it wasn't it was the next one in a long line of book about how to operate the Bus. "Did you finish the other one?" I ask her.

"Yup" she says taking the book back.

"Huh, that was fast" I say shocked that she was reading them to begin with. "If you want I could teach you to fly the Bus" I tell her and her eyes seem to light up, before a Beep comes from one of the monitors and she jumps round to check them.

"Do we need to get a doctor?" I ask as she turns around to face me again.

"No, it's his oxygen adjusting" she tells me and I just raised an eyebrow. "Simmons told me what the monitors do, or at least what they should look like" She explains and I notice that she is doing the breathing exercises. "So flying?" she asks and I go along with it needing a distraction myself.

"I could teach you to fly the Bus. When we can get it back in the air again that is" I tell her hoping she wants to learn.

"I'd like that" she say as Simmons walks into the room wearing what looks to be Fitz's old sweater from the Academy. "He's oxygen changed" Skye tells her getting up from the chair, so Simmons can sit back down, as she grabs a tablet and Simmons explains to her what it all means.

Skye's POV

I groan curling up with the Bus manual in the back of the S.H.I.E.L.D car, mad at M for stealing the cockpit to check the equipment we can't even use. "No" I mutter, I'm mad at M for making me like the cockpit better than the stupid uncomfortable car. A few more minutes of trying to get comfortable later the door opens and M climbs in. I just sit and glare at her.

"What?" she asks.

"I'm mad at you" I tell her sitting up and putting my book to the side.

"Why? What did I do?" she says eyes wide. I smirk seeing her panic wondering why.

"I'm mad at you because I no longer feel comfortable in here" I say leaning back against the door remembering to lock it so I don't fall out again.

"Sorry" she tries but I continue to glare. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something" she says.

"Okay" I say.

"I was talking to Billy and Coulson earlier" M says and I have no idea where she is going with this. "and they mentioned that you had gone over the security or whatever and that you had done it really fast, but the only time you would have had to do it was last night. I was just… Did you get any sleep last night?" she asks. Oh I think barely understanding her rambling.

"Yeah of course I did" I tell her not wanting to tell her that I was up late working on an encryption and then couldn't sleep.

"Daisy"

"I did….eventually"

"You can tell me if you are having trouble sleeping" she says and I can feel my face heat up embarrassed.

"It's embarrassing" I mutter and she grabs my hand.

"We talked about this lots of people have trouble sleeping"

"I know. It wasn't that bad last night, I slept in the Bus and that helped" I say deciding to be vague and just say the Bus, knowing that she wouldn't like it if she knew I had slept in the cockpit.

"Okay, but you can't always sleep in the Bus eventually we will be using it again"

"I know" I mutter still feeling embarrassed.

"You know you can come to me about anything, right?" I nod, wanting to believe her. "Anything even if you are embarrassed about it" she says bumping her shoulder against mine. We sit in silence, while I think about what she just told me really wanting to trust her completely but still having a part of me worried that she will one day not want to put up with me and my trouble sleeping.

"So, is this reading thing new or have I just never noticed it before" I groan leaning my head against her shoulder. "Do you like hide books under your bed or something? Is that why you always hide out in your Bunk or a car?"

"MUM" I groan.

"What? I just haven't seen you with a book before" I sit up and look at her for a few seconds before leaning forward and pulling out my e-reader from the back pocket of the drivers seat and handing it to her. She turns it on and starts looking though the book I had on it with her mouth hanging open. "Bookworm" I hear her mutter under her breath and I give her a shove. She suddenly sits up straight like she just remember something.

"If you really like reading. I still heave my books that we had to use at the academy. You could read them for some of your training" She says and starts fidgeting with the e-reader.

"You carry around you old school books with you" I ask wondering why she seemed nervous.

"Well, no they are at home" She says looking down at the e-reader. Oh thats why she is nervous.