Chapter two for you, guys:) I don't know yet how long this story is going to be but probably 4-5 chapters

Enjoy this one! and there is a bit of Grant's POV, I know a lot of you want to know what he thinks (I'd want to)

In the morning when I walked into the kitchen to make myself a mug of coffee, Fitzsimmons were having breakfast, just as they always did at that time of the morning. I walked in, saying "Good morning" to both of them, and having them cheerfully say their "Morning, Skye" back. I opened the cabinet when I heard Simmons say to Fitz:

"I had a weird dream last night. Someone was playing the guitar, but I can't remember who it was though. It was so beautiful, and I swear it felt so real!"

I thought: "Jeez, Skye, why did you decide to do it in the bunk and risk waking up someone?"

"That's strange, Jems… I had a similar dream. But it was Taylor Swift"

Oh God, no way. I couldn't have been that loud…

Simmons almost squealed in her cute British accent:

"Really?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Oh, it's just that the song in my dream was Fearless"

"Just like in my dream!"

My eyes went wide and I decided I would have coffee sometime later. As I turned to leave, I heard Simmons say:

"Fitz, I think we are soul mates!"

That was when Ward walked into the kitchen. Without saying anything like "Good morning" he complained: "Which one of you was listening to music at night?"

That was my last chance to leave and I hurried into my bunk, not looking back. Ward was going to be so pissed when he found out the source of noise at night was me. I only prayed they wouldn't make any assumptions and discover my very personal hobby.

I had to hide my guitar in the closet, not without apologizing for treating her that way. I just didn't have it in me to admit to playing the guitar and singing to the whole team. I was also kind of shy of performing in front of people who knew me, not being very confident if my singing was good enough. So until the next chance to play it, my instrument had to stay in the closet. But hey, at least it was on the plane with me!

I heard a knock on the door and then Ward's voice outside the bunk: "Skye, on the mats in five. 15 push-ups for every minute you're late, remember"

I jerked up and quickly rushed to the closet for my training clothes. I hated his damned push-ups. Searching frantically for my clothes, I once again reminded myself that having my clothes in an order might actually be a good idea, instead of having them all in a mess like that and then having trouble finding the needed piece of clothing.

Having so little time, I only managed to find a short top instead of my usual T-shirt which was nowhere to be seen. So I put on my favorite sweat pants and the top and ran out of the bunk. Pulling my hair into a messy bun on my way down the stairs, I missed a step and nearly flew down the stairs head first, Ward catching me just before that could happen. So I ended up in his arms, feeling his hands, that were wrapped tightly around my waist, touching the exposed skin and making me dizzy. I could feel his touch with every inch of my body and I could swear I was almost on fire.

He asked, still holding me close and not letting go, his voice full of concern:

"God, Skye, are you okay?"

My heart beating hard against his chest, which was making it beat even faster, I managed to utter a "Yes".

Then he added, his voice much louder now, and I could sense his discontent with me: "Holy fuck, Skye, watch your step next time! Or need I have a training session on coordination with you?"

I exclaimed, making my annoyance with him pretty obvious: "I thought that was you who told me to hurry up!"

He didn't comment on that, he looked at his watch and changed the topic: "You're 3 minutes late. 45 push-ups, go"

I almost shouted "I hate you" before going to do the push-ups but luckily got that urge under control in time, knowing I would regret it a lot later. I couldn't hate him, even if I wanted to. So I just gritted my teeth and started doing my push-ups.

For a moment I thought that it was better to have him here with me than not to have him at all. So what would it take me to put up with the annoying side of Grant Ward if that meant I could have him here with me? I guess he was just worth it, maybe?

During our combat training he couldn't help noticing what I was wearing and made a comment: "Could you put on something even more exposing today?"

I huffed, trying to fight him off, which I was constantly failing, him being so strong and firm, tall, big and all muscle, while I seemed so small and helpless in comparison.

"You didn't give me much time to find anything else, Robot"

"Oh, so I'm the one to blame"

With these words, I was thrown on the mats again and he was towering over me, again, his right hand brushing my side, and I immediately got goose bumps.

For a while, he didn't move and so did I, and we were just staring each other in the eyes. I was trying to guess what he was thinking and why he wasn't moving off me, but I couldn't help enjoying my S.O. on top of me.

Eventually, he started speaking: "Skye, tell me what's wrong"

I looked at him, unable to understand what he was talking about.

"What do you mean? Nothing is wrong"

"Can you tell me the truth for once?"

"No. Yes. I mean I'm telling you the truth"

His look was penetrating. There was no way I could escape him and his glare this time. I was basically trapped there lying under him.

"Then why don't you want to talk to me? Why are you trying to escape me?"

Just as I started speaking, his hand moved to my waist, and I ended up stammering: "I'm not… I'm not trying to escape you, Ward"

He moved closer and his face was so close we almost touched and I could feel his breath, and his hand on my waist made my whole body burn. He said in a low voice: "Really?"

I didn't know what to say, and him being extremely close didn't help me think. I just stared at him with my eyes wide, my heart racing, trying to understand what he wanted from me. He moved even closer, and I could feel his smell that nearly got me drunk, and said: "Is my super talkative Rookie lost for words?"

Eventually I managed to utter: "What do you want from me, Robot?"

Oh, no. His hand moved higher from my waist, touching my exposed skin and going higher under my short top, and I gasped from the sensation it was giving me. His face was now so incredibly close that it brushed the side of my head. He said: "I'm not a robot, Skye"

After saying that, he pulled away and got up, walking away and leaving me to lie there and feeling cold without his body on mine. I took a deep breath, then another one and thought: "What was that?" Ward was acting weird but having him so close to me felt absolutely fantastic, so I couldn't quite complain about his strange behavior. When my breathing came to normal and my heart slowed down a bit, I got off the mats and went to have a cold shower. Well, maybe not exactly cold, but very close to that.

Late in the evening I was sitting on my bed, guitar in hand, but I couldn't play because I knew the others would hear it in their bunks. I needed some other place.

I sat there, trapped in my thoughts for I don't know how long, until a song came to my mind and I was craving to sing it.

I got up from the bed, slid open the door a little bit and checked the situation outside. I didn't see anyone and it was pretty late, which meant all of them could be sleeping, so I grabbed the guitar and made my way to the bathroom.

It was pathetic to play the guitar in the bathroom and I thought that maybe I should get out one night and go play at the bar where I used to perform. But with my job at S.H.I.E.L.D. it was hardly possible.

I sat on the fluffy carpet, legs crossed, and tried to play the song to check if I still remembered the melody. Of course I did. I never forgot.

Taking a deep breath, I started playing the introduction and then started singing, my voice getting more and more confident, and louder.

I took a chance, I took a shot
And you might think I'm bulletproof but I'm not
You took a swing, I took it hard
And down here from the ground, I see who you are

Something Skye didn't know was that Grant Ward heard the noises coming from the bathroom and of course had to check what it was.

As he neared the bathroom he heard the singing and instantly recognized the voice. It was her voice. He's never heard anyone sing as beautifully, but then again, maybe it was because he loved her voice so much. He started to listen to the words of the song.

I'm sick and tired of your attitude
I'm feeling like I don't know you
You tell me that you love me then you cut me down

And I need you like a heartbeat
But you know you got a mean streak
Makes me run for cover when you're around

And here's to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see what you're doing to me
Tell me, why?

Ward just stood behind the closed door and listened to her. His eyes suddenly got wide. Was she singing about HIM? It would explain her current behavior just perfectly. What was exactly wrong with his attitude then? He's been trying to make it up to her lately and has been as gentle with her as possible, but she didn't seem to want to do anything with him. He knew he'd hurt her but he was under the effects of the Berserker rage and he didn't mean a single fucking word. Besides, he apologized to her and she said it was fine… Was she lying? Was she still hurt? Ward hated himself for hurting her like that. Just remembering all the things he had told her then was painful, he couldn't understand HOW he could say all of this to his Rookie. He should have known that his Rookie takes everything close to heart and talked to her and explained everything. Maybe she wouldn't be so hurt and mad at him now if he had done that.

Her beautiful voice was overwhelming. He loved her voice. Just as much as he loved… Wait, what was he thinking? And was that question for him? Tell her why? Tell her what?

You could write a book on how
To ruin someone's perfect day
Well, I get so confused and frustrated
Forget what I'm trying to say, oh

I'm sick and tired of your reasons
I got no one to believe in
You tell me that you want me, then push me around

And I need you like a heartbeat
But you know you got a mean streak
Makes me run for cover when you're around

Here's to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see what you're doing to me
Tell me, why?

Did she seriously think he ruined her good days? That was her who made it like hell for him, being so close and so alluring but so far away at the same time, not wanting to very much as talk to him or look at him. It was driving him crazy, he couldn't bear it any longer. He had to have her close, to touch her, to tell her how much she means to him, how much he… cares, how much he needs her.

Today on the mats he almost lost it. He knocked her onto the mats again, they were inches apart and he could feel her smell, hear her heart beating against his chest, and see her beautiful brown eyes, so big, and her lips so close he almost crushed his lips into hers… She was doing all this to him, something no one else have ever done. She crushed his wall of defense, walked in and made him go soft on her, and he'd been trying to fight it but it was clear now that there was no point in doing it any longer. There was no going back.

Why do you have to make me feel small
So you can feel whole inside?
Why do you have to put down my dreams
So you're the only thing on my mind?

I'm sick and tired of your attitude
I'm feeling like I don't know you
You tell me that you want me then cut me down

I'm sick and tired of your reasons
I've got no one to believe in
You ask me for my love then you push me around

Here's to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see what you're doing to me
Tell me, why? Why? Tell me, why?

I take a step back, let you go
I told you I'm not bulletproof
Now you know

Now he knows, of course he does. His Rookie is going to be the death of him.

He never wanted to hurt her, not intentionally. He felt so sorry for what he'd made her go through. That's why he distanced himself from her and the rest of them after the whole Berserker incident but he never wanted to push her away, just wanted to keep her safe. Of course he managed to hurt her with these awful words anyway. He hated himself for hurting her. Now she was mad at him. He hoped she didn't hate him because it would break him, tear him apart.

He had to fix it until it was too late. He wasn't planning on losing her. No way.

Seems the song kinda helped Ward to understand where he was wrong:D what do you think? reviews are veeerryyyyy welcome;)