After carefully putting Skye back in her bunk, May decided it was time to pay a visit to the cause.

Ward, whose head had been leaning on the table, shot straight up as he heard the interrogation room door squeak open. Seeing May walk through the door, his shoulders slumped forward and he felt silly for thinking it would actually be Skye. "I don't need you to tell me I'm an idiot, May."

"No." May agreed. "But it's not going to stop me." She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall across from him. "How did it feel?"

"What?"

"How did it feel listening to the girl who looks up to you…break?"

"Shut up!" He growled, glaring at her.

"How does it feel…" She continued, uncrossing her arms and stepping forward. "…knowing the girl you said you'd protect, almost died today?"

"May." He warned as he balled his hands into fists.

"How does it feel, Ward, knowing that after today, you'll be lucky if she ever so much as thinks of you again?!" May screamed at him, taking her fighting stance when he shot up and slammed his hands on the table.

"I said shut up!" Ward roared, dropping his head to look at his feet. "Please, May…just…shut up."

She let her hands fall, observing him and taking note of the defeated way his head hung, the exhausted look on his face, and the red that rimmed his eyes…had he been crying?

Ward let out a breath of air and let his body fall onto the cold, hard chair. "I…I just want to see her, May, please?"

"She doesn't want to see you." May emphasized. "In case you didn't hear."

She watched him tense at her crack about Skye's wailing just outside the interrogation room; she knew he heard them, it's why she didn't move Skye to her bunk earlier. She wanted Ward to suffer and having seen his reaction when Skye had been shot, she knew he cared for Skye even with HYDRA standing in between them.

"I know." He whispered. "She doesn't have to talk to me, she doesn't have to be near me, May, just let me see her."

"No." May made her way to the door, opening it but hesitating to walk out, so she turned to him. "Let's say in some crazy alternate universe, I believed you…what did you plan on telling Skye?"

Ward shook his head; in no way was he about to share with May the things he wanted to tell Skye. Then again, it might be his only hope of seeing her… he shook his head, no. No, he won't do it.

"Fine." May glared at him slightly, walking out the door.

"Wait!" He pleaded, standing from his chair as best as he could. "I know you don't want to and it's a stupid thing to ask, but you just have to trust me. Do you honestly want to know what I'd say to Skye?"

Melinda May had never been more unsure than right now; there was a sincerity in Ward's eyes and actions that makes a part of her believe him, but he was a master at coercion, it was his job. Did she want to know what was going to be said to Skye?

Not really. Her and Ward were lovers and that was all, but something inside her told her that she really didn't need to hear the intimacy of whatever Ward wanted to tell Skye.

She looked at Ward, crossing the room with a key in hand and unlocked the chains holding him to the table and pulled him up roughly. Keeping his hands cuffed, May led him from the interrogation room to Skye's bunk, turning him to face her, she warned, "I won't hesitate to you kill. Just because Skye didn't let me do it when we got on the plane, doesn't mean I won't do it now."

Grant Ward watched Skye No-Last-Name writhe around in her bed, obviously having a nightmare; had this been a few weeks ago, he'd have woken her and held her close, but this wasn't a few weeks ago and he couldn't get any closer than he already was.

Skye whimpered in her sleep. Her dream seemed all too real and yet, she couldn't wake herself up; She was on the edge of a cliff, facing off with a gun wielding Ward yet again. He was talking to her but she couldn't make out what he was saying, it looked somewhere along the lines of 'I'm sorry' before he raised his gun and done what she had pleaded for him to do on the plane; he pulled the trigger. Skye felt the bullet tear through her torso as her body began falling back.

She bolted up, breathing heavily, sweating, and shaking. Her focus was hazy but she could make out the tall figure in her bunker anywhere. She threw her blankets off her legs and moved quickly, a little more than Ward had anticipated.

He reached for her, grabbing her by the waist and trying to keep her calm as she struggled against him. "Skye!"

"May!" Skye screamed helplessly; how did he get free? What did he need that he had come back for her? "May!"

May stood outside Skye's bunk with a small monitor in her hands; Ward had agreed to wear a small camera on the chest of his black v-neck. She knew Skye wasn't in danger…at the moment, but she still had to stop herself from springing to action when she heard Skye screaming.

"May!" Skye cried, panicking because she didn't understand why May hadn't gotten there yet. "May!"

"Skye, please!" Ward turned them and pushed her against the wall in her bunker.

The space was already too small for Skye's comfort, but having Ward there pressed against her, she didn't have much room to even wiggle around.

"Skye." Ward panted, locking her in his embrace. "Skye, listen to me, please?"

"No." She moved to punch him, but he wasn't going to let her surprise him again.

Ward grabbed her arm and used his body to mold hers into the wall with both arms behind her back. "Skye, stop it!"

"Go to hell!"

"You were never supposed to get hurt!" He shouted and felt her movements still immediately, taking the opportunity to continue. "Yes, I knew Garrett's plan but I swear to God you were never supposed to get hurt. Had I known what would have happened, I would have stopped it, Skye, I would have protected you like I said I would. I am so sorry, Skye, I never meant for you to get shot. It's weighed on my mind every day, the worry I felt was real, the pain I felt was real, Skye. What I feel for you is one hundred percent real."

Skye looked to the side, taking in his confession but refusing to believe he means any of it. There was always a part of her that wished he would always feel something for her, but there was a new part of her that wouldn't allow her to let him in.

"You don't have to believe me." He dropped his head against her shoulder and felt her tense, but he didn't care. "I just needed you to know."

"Now I do." She kept her tone distant and cold. "Can you let me go now?"

"Ward." May appeared in Skye's bunk, having heard the question and waiting for him to loosen his hold. "Now."

Ward nodded and stepped away from the fragile girl in front of him, nodding a thank you to May as he moved to leave.

Skey held her breath, trying to hold back her tears and keep herself from following him. She slammed her hand against the wall and sprinted for Ward, turning him abruptly and bringing his head down to hers.

He welcomed her kiss, tangling his fingers in her hair while his other arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her off the ground.

May sighed heavily and rolled her eyes; when Coulson wakes up, he is going to kill her. "Ward, Skye."

Skye felt her feet touch the floor and pulled back, looking up at Ward's eyes but she didn't turn from him. "Yeah?"

"I need to check on Coulson." May put a hand on Skye's shoulder. "I need to take Ward back to the interrogation room and when Coulson wakes up, he'll decide where to go from there."

I'm not gonna lie, guys, I thought (for a split second) that Ward really didn't care about Skye, but then he told Garrett that her getting shot wasn't part of the plan and I could see he was genuinely worried for her...

But then came the lie detector scene...now I'm not sure what to think...

Just give me SkyeWard, that's all I ask!