Hey everyone! Quick note here, it was at the end of the last chapter, but I'm putting it here too.

Important questions.

I've got an idea for a Possible Sequel, and I was wondering if any of you would be interested?

And, if Ward was Inhuman, what would his power be? (Also this would be fore the second book)

Let me know, please! Your response would be very helpful!

I don't own Agent's of S.H.I.E.L.D. Just Caleb and this fic. Everything else is Marvel's

Without further ado, I give you

Chapter 30

"You need to fix whatever Hive did to her."

Ward froze where he was laying down his sleeping bag. It was near midnight now, and everyone was settling down for the night. Daisy and Caleb got the bedroom, while the three men were left to choose between the couches and the floor. Ward had opted to give the two inhumans the furniture since the floor had the better view of both the windows and doors.

Lincoln was looking at him from where he was sprawled out on the sofa. His gaze completely serious. Joey was pretending he wasn't listening to the conversation, yet obviously interested in how the ex-hydra man would respond.

"I know." He smoothed his mat, before sitting down in the center of it. A lost expression clouding his eyes. She hadn't even given him a smile before retreating to her bedroom with the dozing lizard boy on her arm. "But I can't fix the problem unless she tells me what it is.

Joey looked down at his hands, knitting them together. "I haven't known Daisy that long, but for someone like her to suddenly act like that around someone she clearly likes..." The metal molder left his statement hanging open. Adding to Ward's growing concerns. This was far worse than when she thought he was a monster

'Skye detest me.'

This was the worst kind of situation they could be in. She wasn't afraid of him, she was afraid of his body. The body Hive had used to do god knows what to her. The one that had hurt her when he had promised he never would.

'You think I had a part in that? That I would let that happen to you?'

Ward got up to turn off the lights, noticing his roommates were beginning to drift. He wouldn't make them take shifts standing watch. If he knew Coulson, they were going to need all the rest they could get. Daisy was the closest thing he had to family, he couldn't imagine he would let her go just like that, even if her last words had cut deep.

'She's not my daughter, but she's as close to family as I got.'

He would just have to sleep with one eye open the next few nights. Though the inhumans had all assured him S.H.I.E.L.D would need a miracle to even find a lead on them before weeks end. He wouldn't underestimate Coulson, that would be their downfall.

The human made his way around the suite, checking the locks on the doors and windows. Feeling a little uneasy about staying in such a classy place. Then again, S.H.I.E.L.D probably wouldn't expect them to rent a presidential suite for six nights. Three separate rooms for the night, maybe. Hiding in plain site, and without any video footage of them, they would think they'd moved on.

Ward hesitated outside the bedroom, Daisy had left the door cracked open enough that he could just see the edge of the bed. It wasn't enough that he could see either of the room's occupants, or the rather large windows on the wall left of the bed, which were the two things he was most worried about.

Ever the stealthy spy, he eased the door wide enough for him to slip in, thankful it didn't squeal like the back stair's door had. He'd just check the windows, then he'd be gone. She'd never know he was there. Or so he thought. Ward was just moving the curtains away from the glass, when he heard her sigh.

"The mighty protector checking to make sure I'm still here?"

'protect you.'

He turned abruptly, almost taking the curtains down with him. So much for her never knowing he was there. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you, I was just checking the locks." He felt embarrassment bubble inside him at the look she was giving him.

He should have kept his back to her. "I'll go now." He said, after giving the locks a once over. He made to flee the room, and her uneasy stare, but her voice had him freezing in the doorway.

"Wait. Ward." He looked back to see she was carefully moving to the edge of the bed. Trying not to wake up the scaly inhuman teen, on the other side of the mattress, in the process. "You don't have to go."

"You've made it pretty obvious that my presence makes you uncomfortable."

'I didn't mean to scare you.'

She winced, and even tried once more to hide her true feelings from him. Though as usual, she failed and he could reed her like an open book.

'You wear your heart on your sleeve, and your face.'

She must have realized this as her expression softened, and she seemed to accept that she was acting different around him. That was some progress.

"I'm sorry.." Her voice was quieter, and she looked quite ashamed of herself. "I thought, after I got rid of him, it would go away.."

He didn't need to ask her to clarify. He knew who and what she was talking about. "I'm not him, Daisy."

'I would never hurt you.'

"I know that.." Her hands fiddled with the edge of her night shirt. Distracting her gaze from meeting his. Ouch, that hurt. He wanted to reach out to her, comfort her in some way, but knew better. She would have to come to him. "It's just.. my body..."

He was glad she didn't continue, he didn't want to be told that part of her thinks he and Hive are one in the same. He looked down at his bare feet as he thought of how he should respond to that. How he could respond without scaring her further.

'I just want to help you.'

"Whatever he did, I hope you know I would never do something you wouldn't like."

He heard quiet footsteps, and looked up to find her approaching him at a slow yet steady pace. "I know that, too. I just have to convince myself." He tensed as her arms went around him.

'You're not a bad guy.'

It wasn't that he didn't like the contact, he loved it. He was just terrified any moment she would pull away if he returned her embrace. Scream that he was a monster, a traitor. The man that had murdered so many people. Someone she could never love.

'You are a serial killer.'

He grimaced at the way her breathing hitched. Whether she was going to admit it or not, she was scared. He could feel the tremors running up her spine. She was trying to be okay this close, but from what he could tell it was only making it worse.

"Daisy..."

"Hold me." It wasn't a request, if anything it was an order. Her hands clutched his shirt more tightly, her nose buried in his shoulder. He wanted to follow it, put his arms around her, bring her comfort, but he couldn't.

"I-I can't. I don't want to scare you." He looked away from her. Ashamed of what his body must have done to make her quiver under his touch. "I can't do that again."

'I didn't mean to scare you.'

"No." Her hands went to his, forcing him to raise his arms around her. "I won't let Hive keep us apart. Hold me. Wipe my fears away, show me I could never fear you. Please Ward"

'I'm not afraid of you Ward.'

He resisted only a few moments longer, unable to withstand both his need and hers. He tried to ignore the small gasp that escaped her as he pulled her close, surrounding her with his arms. She wanted him to hold her, he wouldn't deny her that.

"You okay?"

She nodded into his shirt, even going as far to inhale his scent. That made him relax a little. They could get through this. So long as they took it slow.

"Could you kiss me?"

That was the exact opposite of taking it slow. She had barely relaxed with them hugging. What was she thinking for asking something more intimate?! This wouldn't go away over night! He opened his mouth to tell her as such, but found his lips suddenly occupied by her own.

He prided himself for being able to push her away almost instantly, instead of letting her continue. "Damn it, Daisy. Don't push it. I'm having enough trouble restraining myself as it is."

She didn't seem to mind his tone, either that or she had ignored it completely. Her focus still on his lips. He kept his hands on her shoulders, preventing her from joining them again. She never thought of the consequences for her actions.

"Come on Ward, I am fine. The room isn't even shaking."

'Ward, it's okay, I'm ready.'

His brow furrowed as he looked down at her. "That may be, but I'd prefer we not rush and then end up regretting it later."

She pouted her lips in a way that had always tempted him so much. Damn her, she was doing it on purpose. "I wouldn't regret it. I want you to make me forget about Hive, make my body forget. Make it crave you like it used to."

He groaned internally, pushing away the sensation her fingers were leaving as they trailed up and down his arms. He would not succumb to her seduction. He was a trained specialist. A rookie field agent could not destroy his hold on his emotions. Of course this wasn't just any rookie, she was his old rookie, Skye.

With that in mind, Ward placed a chaste kiss on the top of her head, before turning her towards her bed. "Goodnight Skye." He closed the door behind him before he could hear her reply, retreating back to his sleeping mat. He wouldn't let her sway his reasoning so easily.

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So I am almost falling asleep on my keyboard at the moment. I haven't reread this to even try checking for errors, I'm sorry. I just really wanted to get this posted..

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. Please look back at my note at the beginning and give me your ideas. Possible sequel, yes/no? If Ward Inhuman, what be his powers?

Also, to the Guest who suggested photographic reflexes/copycat power things(?) I would love to know exactly what that means, if you could please tell me in another comment or something, that would be wonderful!

So... Hopefully I'll upload again soon?

Till then?

Tootles!