A/N: What up. Another update, but it will be short. That is only because, though, I'm going to update again, with a much more interesting chapter sometime within the next 3-4 days. Tuesday or Wednesday will probably be best., and after that, I'm gonna try doing it once a week. The story is gonna have another 3-4 chapters, maybe five, but I don't think it'll go that far. I hope you guys like it though.

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Chapter 9

"After you," he said.

He was being a perfect gentleman, required for their guise. He held out his arm for her to take, leading her to the front entrance. A dark suited portly man was checking invitations. Skye held out theirs, frozen on her phone. As they were escorted in by another man in a dark suit, this one taller and thinner, she caught sight of Simmons, Fitz, May and Coulson slipping through the doors with a check to their e-vite. Coulson was wearing a pair of glasses, that weren't actually glasses, and May had a bluetooth, which wasn't really a bluetooth.

"I have to say," she turned to the man leading them towards the ballroom, "The car ride was long. Could I use the bathroom real quick?"

Their escort smiled warmly, "Of course," he pointed left, "Down that hall and to the left. Do hurry, Mr. Earhl doesn't much fancy being kept waiting."

She quirked the corner of her mouth in thanks, then followed his directions to the ladies room.

Locking herself in a stall, she put her comms in her ear, tuning it to the exact frequency.

"May? May can you hear me?"

She heard the other woman laugh tightly over the line.

"May if you can hear me stop laughing."

Immediately, the sound stopped.

"Excuse me a moment," May said to the butler servicing her and Coulson.

"Skye," she said a moment later, "That was not a good time."

"Sorry, just had to make sure it worked. Do you have the flashdrive?"

"I do. Simmons and I are set to meet in thirty minutes, just like you and Fitz and Coulson and Ward are. We've been over this before."

"We have, I'm sorry. I guess I'm-"

"Worried something will go wrong?"

Skye looked down and nodded, then, remembering May couldn't see her, replied, "Yeah."

"It won't. Not if we all play our parts. Now go."

"Yeah, okay."

"Okay."

May went back to her conversation and Skye turned off her microphone.

"Sorry," she said, back with Ward, "Haven't been feeling all that well."

"Car sickness?" Their escort asked sympathetically.

"Something like that."

"Not a problem miss..."

"Richards. Amelia and Kennedy Richards."

"Ah, yes. Right this way please."

Her feet already felt like hell in the high heels she was in as she and Ward followed along.

"Richards?" His breath tickled her ear.

"It was the first foster family that liked me, okay?"

"I wasn't-"

"I know. Let's just do this, okay?"

He took her hand, locking their fingers.

"It'll be fine," he smiled reassuringly.

"I know," she replied, returning the grin. So why did she feel like she was lying?

Another super short chapter, I know, and I'm sorry. But that is only because I'm posting a much longer one fairly soon. Next few days fairly soon. But, as always, I really do love to hear your guys's thoughts, and I hope you like the angle it's going at so far. So. Do you like it? Do you hate it? Do you want me to write more SkyeWard Fics? Feedback keeps me going, so please, review. Let me know your likes and dislikes and preferences. They really do help me write faster.

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