a/n: Set after EP09: Repairs. Forgive me for any errors; this isn't being beta-ed. Any offers, please do inbox.
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2. Trust
She had her thoughts, her suspicions, but never would she have predicted that it would true. It wasn't until the words spewed from her red, plump lips, "She needs to get laid," that she saw him physically tense, pausing his actions for a few, bare seconds before turning around, but within those few seconds it clicked together- like two pieces of a puzzle.
Ward had slept with May.
And it hurt, because she offered hers holder, someone to talk to when he needed someone, but no. He went to May, and she understood, no really she did- they were two consenting adults, who could make choices for themselves but had that professional side which allowed the two of them to have casual sex, but keep emotions out of it.
Pure, sexual release. That's all it was, wasn't it?
Now Skye saw it, the tell take signs- the fact he arrived late, dressed casually which he never used to do before and then the way he froze, for a split second, like a stone statue. Anyone else wouldn't have seen it, or even presumed but Skye could see through people; thanks to all those years in an orphanage allowed her to see things others necessarily wouldn't of. The sensation deep within her chest overpowered her, the over erratic pulsing of her heart makes her physically inhale sharply yet silently. Hurt, pain- whatever you wish to call it through adjectives or not; it hurt. It hurt her to know that he had slept with someone else when she'd believed they had made progress.
But then there was a part of Skye that made the irrational seem rational and she couldn't hate him for what he'd done, she was never the one to hold a grudge against someone – especially now, when she realised just how short life can be. Especially, when there's an incontrollable power within you. It wasn't until late that night, when the young hacker was wasting her frustrations away with the punching bag that she felt the presence of the fellow agent who was taking over her thoughts. It wasn't that she was avoiding him, quite the opposite actually – it was him who had been blanking her for the majority of the day, so naturally feeling his presence made her pause; her breathing coming out as heavy, quick panting.
"You okay?" Came his voice, somewhat wavering with an emotion she couldn't place – what was up with him? Turning around, Skye came face to face with the represented emotional and physical robot; however instead of replying - the hacker merely nodded. It wasn't until she noticed a small, black leather-bound journal in his hands. Unconsciously, Skye raised her eyebrow until he reached out – offering out the hand that contained the journal. It wasn't until it was placed within her palms and her S.O left, without a word. When she opened the leather backing and the first page, she realised what it was.
It was exactly what she thought it was a journal – or a diary, whatever you want to call it, of his past – about his childhood, about his abusive brother and everything else in between.
Agent Grant Ward couldn't lean on her shoulder physically, but he wanted her to listen to his story and this was his way of doing it. Ward wanted to confide in the young hacker, and it made the pain in her chest ease, and hope was replaced.