Hey everyone! So, I've been super busy lately and haven't had time to write nearly as much as I've wanted to. This chapter is kinda short, and doesn't have much action, but I hope you like it anyway! Please remember to comment/yell at me to update more! :) Enjoy!

Skye pulled her hair up into a messy bun, then jogged down to the workout room where May was busy beating the crap out of a punching bag.

"May?" Skye asked loudly. "Is this a bad time?"

May turned around, looking at her young student. The older woman was covered in sweat, but her breathing was very controlled. "There's been a change of plans, Skye," she said to the young woman. "Fitzsimmons want to run some tests on you."

Skye paled slightly. "Um…does this have to happen?"

May sighed and placed her hand on Skye's shoulder comfortingly. "Don't worry. Whatever they find, we'll use it to help us."

Skye nodded resignedly. "Okay…Can we still train later?"

May raised an eyebrow. "Of course."

Skye approached the door to the lab; she could see Fitz, Simmons, and Mack all standing together, in the middle of what looked to be a heated conversation. Mack seemed to be lecturing the two scientists about something. Fitzsimmons were huddled together, looking embarrassed.

Skye knocked lightly on the glass door. Simmons was the first to notice, and she looked up at Skye before blushing and breaking eye contact. She lightly shoved Fitz toward the door, and he frowned back at her as he went to open it.

"H-hi, Skye" Fitz muttered as she walked through the door. "So we're…we're, uh…just going to run some tests, okay?"

"Sure" Skye sat down on a stool and looked expectantly at Simmons.

"We're just going to need some blood samples, along with measuring your heart rate and brain waves" Simmons said brightly. Skye nodded, but she couldn't help but noticing Simmons' hands shaking as she moved to poke Skye with the needle.

"Simmons? Jemma?" Skye asked, "Everything alright?"

"Yes, fine!" Simmons replied, "I think I might've just had too much coffee this morning." Skye shot a doubting look at her friend. Simmons was a terrible liar.

"Here, Fitz, why don't you do it?" the British agent asked, glancing pleadingly at her partner.

"Um…I don't…don't think that's a good idea," Fitz stammered. "I…um…had some coffee too, this morning."

Skye opened her mouth to ask what the deal was, when Mack shouted angrily, "Both of you…get out! You disgust me."

Fitzsimmons blushed deeply, and murmuring apologies, left the room.

"Pathetic." Mack growled as he picked up the needle. "Hey," he said, his tone softening as he saw Skye's eyes fill with tears, "Don't worry about it…they're just concerned about you."

"No," Skye cried, her voice filled with emotion, "They're scared of me. Everyone's scared of me." Skye began to rock back and forth, arms wrapped around her knees. "Cal was right…no one understands me now."

Mack put his hand against her cheek and forced her to look up at him. "I do." Skye looked at him, her eyes full of doubt. He continued, "You saw what that place turned me into…I was a monster…I tried to hurt all of you."

Skye gave him a watery smile, but shook her head sadly. "I'm not the same, Mack. I killed my father. I know he's a terrible person, but that's no excuse. And I killed an innocent agent…on accident, but still, it was my fault! And now, I'm attaching this bomb system to Ward, which is pretty much suicide since I know he'll come back after me."

Skye turned away from Mack's pitying gaze. "No wonder they're scared of me. They probably think I can hurt them just as easily as I hurt my own family."

Mack shook his head. "You have got to stop thinking like that, Skye. I'll talk to Fitzsimmons…they'll come around. They're tougher than you think. And so are you." He saw Skye relax her shoulders a little bit at his words.

He helped Skye stand up from the stool. "Listen to me: you are not a bad person. You're experiencing some changes, yes, but you are still the same Skye we all consider a little sister, understand?"

"Don't worry about the tests today," he continued. "Take the day off. Do a light workout with May, then go hack some secret agency, okay? Whatever makes you happy."

"Okay," Skye replied softly, "Thanks, Mack."

"Anytime, sis."