Hey everyone! I just realized I really suck when it comes to consistency and uploading, so I'm just going to quickly apologize for that. Well okay past apology now. So I'm getting ready to spend another Valentines alone (*cries into a tub of ice cream*) so I decided to upload a chapter as an early valentines day present for you guys (so if any of you guys are lonely, I'll be your Valentine:) But yeah fitzsimmons are cuteness, and I know I've been getting questions about them. I can confirm that there is a very probable chance they'll get together in later chapters (so don't you worry;) Anyway, please remember to review and feel free to chat me up any time:)

Love you all,

~Savvyshipper

Ward directed all his fury at the punching bag in front of him. He hated this. Completely hated this. He recalled Simmons nervously smiling through the screen, although he could tell she was scared shitless. He should have known. Should have known Mike couldn't be trusted, especially with his son not in S.H.I.E.L.D. custody. He had had his misgivings, but Simmons had been the first to trust him, then they had all followed suit. He leveled his fists at the punching bag. He didn't come to the training room to think. He came to do the exact opposite. To pretend as if he could just physically beat some enemy, and that could rescue her. He had nearly decimated the punching bag when a voice rang out from behind him. "Whoa, someone's having a bad day" the female voice called. Skye.

He turned around to face her. "What do you want?" He asked gruffly. Then he immediately felt bad, as the image of Simmons imitating him rose to the surface. She had always "poked fun" as she said, at his gruffness, and despite being mildly annoyed by it, always got him to smile. He didn't know how she did it, she just had that effect on everyone. Skye looked at him, eyebrow cocked. "Whoa Mr. Grumpy-Pants, don't be taking out everything on me now" She said leaning against the doorframe. "Is that all you came to say?" He asked, turning back to the punching bag. He heard her exhale in frustration. "Jesus Ward, why do you always have to make things so goddamn difficult?" she remarked. Her voice became softer. "Do you really not like me that much?" Her voice broke then.

Ward felt guilty then. He turned around, readying an apology, an attempt to explain that it wasn't her fault, that he didn't work well with people that he never had. And that no one had ever cared what he felt, that no one had ever cared about him. Until Skye had come along, shattering the walls he had worked so hard to keep everyone at a distance.

But Skye was breaking those walls down, and Ward was afraid of what would happen when the last o his defenses came crashing down around him.

He needn't have worried. She was already gone.

Skye walked swiftly down the corridor. Why did she keep trying so hard to talk to him? It was obvious that he didn't like her, that he mostly tolerated her presence, but she had been sure, so sure, that there was something that had changed between them in the past few weeks. Like there was something palpable, maybe something closer to friendship, to maybe even more- No. That wasn't the case. What had she been thinking? Ugh Skye, she told herself, just stick to hacking. Technology was solvable, hacking was simple. She understood technology, more than she understood people. People were infinitely more complicated. You could throw yourself at a persons firewall forever, changing tactics, using codes, and the firewall wouldn't budge. A computer website, would. There was formulas for hacking, for understanding how the tech worked. Unfortunately, people didn't come with instruction manuals.

She shook her head, trying to clear it. She wanted her van back. In there, she was invincible. The world was at her fingertips. She shook the bracelet around her wrist. Damn that tracker. She sighed. When she left S.H.E.I.L.D., that would be the first place she'd go back to.

But she knew that she wouldn't leave. She couldn't leave. As much as the tech restrictions annoyed her, she did care about the people on the plane. She couldn't remember the last time she had so many people she cared about all in one place. No. Se couldn't leave. She'd miss them too much.

Even Ward. Especially Ward.

Coulson looked up at May as she came in. "Thanks for coming in on such notice" he said as she placed herself on the chair across from him. Her expression, as always, unreadable. He spoke softly. Who knew who could be listening in to the conversation. "The Hob doesn't want us to go ahead with a rescue operation" he stated. She raised an eyebrow, her way of saying is this seriously what you brought me in here for? To state the obvious order from HQ? He could see her eyes flick through the numerous possibilities that entered her brain for this discussion, then watched her eyes go from annoyed and confused to sudden comprehension.

"That's the order" She said softly, and Coulson could see her choosing her words carefully, as she scanned for the possibility of wire taps and bugs. She stared at him. "I'm going to assume that you don't share their idea" Coulson nodded slightly, trying to convey the fact that he wasn't going along with their plans. May nodded back. She understood. Operation Rescue Simmons was a go. May made to leave, but stopped in the doorframe, turning back towards him. "Shall I tell Fitz?"