Author's Note: I know I promised a double update but I thought I would get a lot more writing done without internet than I actually did, so I don't actually have another chapter to give you. I am most likely going to stop the daily updates, I have serious writer's block so I have no idea when I will be able to update again.

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Chapter 42 – Panic

When half the team was away Skye had managed to visit Ward three times however since the others had returned Skye hadn't been able to slip out even once. Sometimes she would sit on the porch at the back of the house just to give Ward the chance to see her and their child, even if it was from a distance.

It had been almost three weeks since had noticed her baby bump and despite wearing baggy clothes the team was beginning to notice it, it was getting to the point where even the baggiest of Skye's clothes couldn't hide her growing bump. Skye had begged Coulson to let her go into the local town to buy some new clothes, he had reluctantly agreed as long as she remained in sight of May at all times.

The trip into town had proved interesting. May followed Coulson's orders to the letter, only reluctantly letting Skye go into the changing rooms alone and even then it was only after they were checked out.

Returning from their trip into town Skye quickly distanced herself from May, the woman's stare sent chills down Skye's spine. She was relieved when the Calvary didn't hang around, instead going off to tell Coulson that they had returned.

Intending to just sit down for a couple of minutes Skye dumped her shopping on the dining table and took a seat on the common area lounge. However the second she sat of the soft lounge the day began to catch up with her, soon Skye was laying on the lounge fast asleep.

Skye was having a good dream, Ward was back on the team holding their child, a daughter, in his arms. He had smiled at Skye and she had felt like nothing in the world could tear her away from her family. So Skye wasn't happy when a hand on her shoulder woke her from the dream.

"Skye…" It was Trip's voice pulling Skye from her dream.

Skye moaned as she opened her eyes, "Five more minutes."

Trip laughed, "Come one, Skye. If you're going to have a nap wouldn't you rather it was in your own bed."

Skye groaned as she sat up, "I was comfy here."

Trip smiled, "And you would have spent the next five hours complaining about all the aches and pains you got from sleeping on the couch."

Skye smiled, "I'm pregnant, Trip, I'm going to complain about aches and pains whether I slept on the lounge or not."

"Skye…" Trip sighed.

Skye laughed, "Why does everyone say my name like that?"

Trip raised an eyebrow, "Like what?"

"Never mind," Skye replied quickly, realizing that it was Ward that had also said her name like that, "Just my mind messing with me, that's all."

Trip looked doubtful but didn't push, "If you say so."

Skye smiled in response, "Thanks." Then she sighed, "Can you help me up. There's no point in going back to sleep here." Holding her hands out.

Trip smiled as he pulled Skye to her feet, "Do you need anything else?"

"No," Skye replied shaking her head, "I'm…" She trailed off, placing a hand over her stomach.

Trip saw the worry appear on Skye's face, "Skye are you alright?" Skye remained silent, "Do you want me to get Simmons?" When Skye nodded weakly he hurried off in search of the biochemist.

Skye sat down, wrapping her arms around her stomach. Skye had felt something she hadn't felt before and it worried her.

It mustn't have taken Trip long to find Simmons because barely a minute after he left he hurried back into the room followed by Simmons.

The biochemist sat down next to Skye, "Skye, you okay?"

"Something's wrong. I felt something," Skye said, panic in her voice, "I told you something would go wrong. I…I…"
"Shh," Simmons reassured, "It's okay. Let's get you down to the lab and checked out, okay?"

Skye nodded weakly and let Trip help her back to her feet. Simmons put a reassuring arm around Skye's shoulder as she led the hacker down to the lab. Simmons knew Skye well enough to kick Trip out as soon as Skye was settled in the lab. The specialist looked worried but allowed himself to be pushed out of the room.

Skye sat on the bench as Simmons ran her tests. Skye's biggest worry, besides losing her child, was telling Ward something went wrong. She had promised him that nothing would happen, that they would be fine. Skye didn't want to be another person in a long list of those who had hurt or let Ward down.

Skye was still trying to supress her panic when Simmons sat on the bench next to her. The biochemist smiled, "It's okay, Skye. It's just the baby."

The panic didn't leave Skye's eyes, "What do you mean? What's wrong with my baby?"

"Nothing's wrong, Skye," Simmons laughed, "It's the baby moving, that's all. In fact," Simmons smiled, "It's going to happen a lot from now on."

Skye looked at the biochemist, panic finally disappearing from her eyes, "It's the baby?" Simmons nodded as Skye placed a hand over her bump, "You must think I'm an idiot."

Simmons smiled, "Never."

Skye smiled weakly, "My baby's really okay?"

"Your baby's fine," Simmons assured.

Skye wiped away the tears that had begun to form, "You realize Trip probably ran straight to Coulson."

Simmons smiled as she helped Skye off the bench, "Then we better go talk to him, let him know everything's fine."

Author's Note: Another pointless chapter but I am back on track for the next one I promise (Once I actually write it).