A/N: Hi all,

I should tell you now that I don't know specifically where this is going; I do have a vague idea, but I guess we'll just see how we go. This one is probably more of a filler chapter, because I kind of want to establish the Kree side of things from the get-go... Thus making room for potentially more interesting things (dun, dun, DUN!). Yes, I should also mention that I am a loser (If you didn't pick that part already.)

As always, apologies for any spelling/grammar; there is always at least one *shakes fist in the air*

Also, I do not own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

She was edgy. No, she was now beyond edgy - and annoyed.

She had become a prisoner, trapped by a secret that only she and Coulson shared. And now she had been forbidden to train, which had only made matters worse. Especially considering how badly she wanted to hit something.

It had been a few weeks since the bullet incident, and the wound had healed completely – almost as though it had never happened. Only Skye knew better; the memory of having the metal extracted still fresh in her mind. She had heard people say that child birth was one of the most painful experiences a person could go through, and yet she was damn sure that popping out ten kids would have hurt less than having that bullet removed.

Coulson had stayed remarkably calm when she'd showed him the wound, and had agreed with her that they couldn't share it with anyone else. That was all well and good, except it meant that Coulson had to remove the shell, and really, she would have much preferred an actual health professional to do it.

Still, at least he had gotten it out; from what he'd described that in itself was somewhat of a miracle - considering that her skin had already begun to heal around it, almost as though her body planned to make the metal a permanent fixture.

After that, Coulson had sworn he would find them more information. And he had.

She never found out how he got the report, but in all honesty, she didn't care that much. With everything going on between S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra, she found it phenomenal that the report still existed at all. Sometimes though, she wasn't sure which she preferred: finally having some answers, or being kept in the dark.

She was accustomed to the dark; it was as she had said to Coulson when he had revealed the origins of the mysterious life-saving drug: the dark is where they live. Not having answers was something she had dealt with her whole life, right from the time that she started the search for her parents. But since joining S.H.I.E.L.D. she had come to realise that sometimes, the answers you get are worse than the questions you asked.

She had lost count of the amount of times she had read and re-read the report. Hell, she probably could have recited it off the top of her head by now. Each time she read it, she hoped that maybe she would unlock something new, something that would tell her why these changes only seemed to be happening to her. But each time she came up with nothing more than she already had.

She had never even heard of a "Kree".

Coulson had said that he had never dealt with them either, and that the only time he'd ever heard them mentioned was when Sif threw out the name during their Lorelei hunt – meaning that at the very least, these "Kree" were real.

Probably a good thing too, because all signs seemed to indicate that she was slowly turning into one. At least if they existed she might actually have a place to go if, and when, she started turning blue. Skye shuddered at the thought. She really did not want to turn blue. The other stuff she could handle, sort of. But not the blue thing. That was asking too much.

Since first reading the report, she and Coulson had been down in the training quarters of Providence every night trying to determine what Kree features she did and didn't have. So far, it seemed to be leaning more towards the "did" side of things. Hence why she was becoming more and more concerned about changing colour.

The report had mentioned durability; stating that Kree were capable of shrugging off powerful hits, like say... a bullet. That, and they had done a few more tests in the testing sessions. She wasn't too fond of those experiments – just because she could withstand the hits, didn't mean she couldn't still feel the pain. Thankfully Coulson hadn't wanted to push the issue. So tick for durability.

They had also ticked off the endurance and stamina. The report had been fairly vague on those two, only saying that "...a Kree warrior has twice the endurance and stamina of a human with similar training..." But she couldn't argue with the results. She had run laps to test the theory... in the snow. For three hours. And she probably could've done more. Scary.

The last thing they had identified so far was strength. Mercifully though, she seemed to only have a mildly enhanced supply. She could easily take down Coulson, and she had punctured the punching bag when she had used her full force, but she was still nowhere near the whole lifting-cars thing. And frankly, she hoped she never would be. She had enough to deal with already, and the last thing she needed would be to unintentionally rip her bunk door off its hinges after a stressful day – cause she had certainly been having a few of those lately.

Thanks to her new found abilities, Coulson had forbidden her from training. The only time she was allowed to work out her frustrations were during the night time sessions they had, and those weren't exactly helping her become a better agent. A more durable one, perhaps; but not better.

And then of course Ward was disappointed in her. After all, she had practically dragged him down to the gym to train her the moment Simmons had released her from bed rest, and now every time he asked if she wanted to do a session she had to make up some phoney excuse. And she was very quickly running out.

Not to mention that he could tell something was going on with her. She wasn't exactly sure when he had gotten so good at reading her, but he had apparently become a pro. He knew something was bothering her, and each day it got harder for her not to tell him everything. Especially considering how much she wanted to.

She wanted to tell everyone. Particularly Simmons; that way Skye could beg her to take as much blood as she wanted, anything she needed to figure out what was happening. To figure out why she was changing, to tell her if she was going to wake up blue one day, but most of all, and what she was too terrified to say out loud - to figure out why Coulson wasn't changing.

That was the question that scared her the most.