A/N: Here you people go, but don't be upset when I get writer's block update once every two months. Don't stare at me like that! It has happened. Now that m anger is gone, I'd like to thank you guys for wanting me to continue. By the way, this is going to be the conversation from last time in Ward's perspective. Enjoy! Warning: Might be a trigger for some, themes of suicide and depression.

Chapter 2

Ward banged his hands against the glass, trying to get the brunette to look his way. "Skye!" He yells. Panic crosses his face when she turns around. She had a gun in her hand, his gun, and a deep sadness, almost like depression, clouded he eyes.

"Skye, what are you doing?" He yells banging on the wall of glass that kept them apart.

"I'm sorry Ward." She says before pulling the gun up to her forehead.

"Skye!" He yells.

Ward bolts up right, a layer of sweat glistening on his forehead. He wanders out of his bunk, trying to shake the nightmare from his mind. He makes his way to the kitchen, and pours himself a glass of milk, when he hears a faint noise coming from Skye's bunk. He sits the glass on the counter, and makes his way towards her bunk.

"What are you doing?" His asks, bitterness dripping off each word, looking into her bunk to see her packing.

"Why do you care?" She says with a sharpness in her voice.

He stands there, in the doorway for a moment, before walking towards her. "Skye…" He whispers, his breath on her neck.

"What are you doing?" He repeats, the bitterness now gone.

"I mean it's not anything new, no one cares about. That's way its better that I leave before I get hurt, but it's a little too late for that." Skye continues as if she couldn't hear him.

"What do you mean?" He asks, panic morphing his features, as a single thought crosses his mind. She wouldn't just leave would she?

"I don't know why anyone would care about me? I mean nobody wants me, so why would they care about me?" She speaks in a vacant tome, almost as if it isn't her talking.

"We want you here, Skye." He whispers, a tear rolling down his cheek. Right as she is about to turn around, he silently makes his way out of her room. He backs up against a wall before sliding down to the ground. A few minutes later, Skye walks out of her bunk and out the Bus, without ever seeing the disheartened agent sitting there.

A/N: Sorry from the long wait. I ha no clue on where to go from the last chapter. On another note, what did you think?

Also, I'll try and update between every one-two weeks. Is that okay?