The day I wrote this, I had a massive panic attack, and in an attempt to calm myself down, took to writing. This was the result.

Tremble

"No," Skye cried, running from the room. "No no no no no no no no no!"

Behind her, she heard May and Coulson calling out her name, but she wasn't going to turn back. All the information she's learned minutes ago rattled around inside her brain. After so long, she'd finally gotten the truth about her parents. How they'd been right in front of her for months and had said nothing to her until she'd stumbled upon a piece in May's file regarding a suspiciously long vacation occurring at the same time as Coulson's around the time she was born. Skye had decided to ask them about it, and pressed them for an explanation when they began to get skittish.

Once she was in the cargo bay, Skye wrenched open the SUV door and scrambled inside, curling up in the back seat. Her breathing began to speed up and grew more ragged. The interior of the van felt as if it was going to get smaller any second, but she didn't want to leave. This was supposed to be her happy place, why wasn't it helping?

Tears began to pour down her cheeks and Skye felt herself begin to shudder. "No, not now," she thought distantly. "Please not now."

"Skye?" Leo's head peered into the open door of the SUV. Skye gave a strangled gasp and curled up tighter, feeling her panic attack getting worse. She didn't want him to see her like this, and then have him judge her later. Her body trembled more, and Skye hid her face, trying to calm herself down.

It wasn't working. Her chest began to feel tight.

"Skye, what's happening?" She could barely hear him step inside. Her thoughts were loud and roaring, like a tornado scooping up all the bad buried memories and flinging them back to the surface.

"Do you really have the guts to pull the trigger?"

"Skye, please look at me." Leo sounded concerned, and it was only driving up her fears.

"All you do is talk, and talk…"

"Stop lying!"

"Skye, focus on me." He sounded as though he trying to remain calm too. "Stay with me."

Simmons on the ramp.

Mike on the bridge.

"Skye, you're going to hurt yourself if you don't stay with me," Leo urged gently. "Listen to my voice, okay? Focus on me. Breathe with me. Think of something that makes you happy."

Purple. Her hula girl. That pink dress she'd worn on her mission to Malta…

"Desert Rose, to match your complexion."

She felt herself begin to come back a bit from the void threatening to swallow her up. Her breathing was growing less frantic.

"That's it," Leo assured her, lightly rubbing her back in a comforting way. "Stay with those happy thoughts. Keep holding onto that one point that makes happy. Something that's always there when you need it."

Her laptop.

"When you get back, I'll show you my thing…"

Skye felt the trembling slow down more.

"…a thing, it's my hardware…"

"You're doing great, Skye," Leo murmured. "Just keep breathing."

"My equipment!"

Skye started to sit up. Leo was sitting beside her, still rubbing her back.

"Be careful, okay?"

"Kind of like we do."

He gave her a small, warm smile. Skye couldn't see any form of judgment in it at all, and it calmed her even more to see that. She leaned back against him.

"You're safe, okay?" Leo whispered to her, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, Skye. Whatever's going on, I'll be there if you need help to work it out. Just take all the time you need right now. I'm not leaving until you're ready to go, alright?"

Skye nodded and exhaled shakily, curling closer beside him.

"Thank you, Leo," she murmured gratefully.

Well, a happy-ish ending. Please review!