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He hadn't dared to sleep since his conversation with Fitz. Ward didn't want to wake up and find out he went into a month-long hibernation, not that he had anywhere to be or anything to do; he just didn't want to lose that many days to slumber again.

Either way, he wouldn't have wanted to sleep. Skye was sprawled on his cot, fast asleep. After her tears had subsided, they sat in silence for a long time until he realized that she had somehow fallen asleep against him. So he laid her down on the cot and sat on the ground opposite her, head lolling against the wall, watching her sleep.

Ward couldn't believe that she was there. Sure, he was belong glad that she had sought him out for company and trusted him not to hurt her so much that she was able to fall asleep in his arms. But he also knew that same to him because she could care less about what he thought about her and because she didn't care if she did, in fact, go psycho killer machine on him. She was there because she didn't think that she could do any better than hang out with a traitor.

But she was here. And Ward took that as it was. Skye was finally with him, there were monsters together and to hell with Raina but she was right. It was all he had ever wanted. A small voice in the back of his head told him that he only told Skye about Raina's discoveries so they could be together like this, so she could somehow share a trait with him, but Ward tucked that voice deep into the recesses of his mind.

When Skye began to stir, Ward quickly got up and busied himself with the sink to hide that he had been watching her. HE hadn't thought of what would happen when she woke. All he knew was that he was a dead man as soon as the team found out she had spent the night in his cell. If they didn't already know by now.

"So which version of you am I going to get?" Ward asked good-humoredly pushing his luck and hoping that she wouldn't explode in anger or tears.

"Shit. Ohhh shit. I can't believe I fell asleep!" Skye muttered to herself but Ward couldn't help but cut in,

"You had a long day yesterday," He reminded her gently and she swung to look up at him, her eyes bright.

"Is it all true? Do you swear?" She whispered, as if a raised voice would wake up the truth and wreak havoc all over again.

Ward held up his right hand solemnly, "I swear on my life and everything holy in all nine realms." He watched her run her hands over her face.

"I need to get out of here." She blurted, " I'm in your cell, and oh God, Coulson…"

Ward grabbed her arm as she shot out of the bed, spinning her around to face him. He regretted his sudden movement the second he saw the stricken look on her face.

"Promise me you won't do anything to hurt yourself." He said his voice quiet but rough.

She blinked her doe-like eyes, the stricken look falling from her face, "Promise."

He gently released her arm, fingers lingering on her smooth skin for a second before he pulled away and turned his back so he wouldn't have to watch her walk away.

"Thank you,"

It was so soft he could've sworn that he had imagined it. The door buzzed and then the door slammed shut.

"Shit, Grant," He muttered to himself. His feelings for her had grown; the desire to make her understand became a need. And the entire time, she'd been a tease without realizing it. The kiss. Falling asleep against him. Watching her take the truth about her heritage, seeing her world collapse had shattered his heart. Christ, he was such a softie.

Oh man. He had it bad.

He was stuck in a nightmare. Ward was back at the well where he was forced to watch his younger brother struggling to stay afloat while his older brother threatened, "Not yet, Grant. Not yet."

Then Maynard changed to Skye, "Don't make the same mistake you made before," Was her warning. Then she caressed his cheek, "You would do anything for me, right? Anything to win me back," She crooned,

"Anything," He breathed, reaching out to touch her but his hand never seemed to make contact, forever traveling through the air.

"Take me somewhere worth of a queen." She purred. Lorelei. He blinked again, and it was Skye in front of him again.

"Anything you want." He promised, But suddenly another cry came echoing out of the well.

"Help me! Please!"

Skye grabbed his chin and jerked him to face her again, "Now, Ward. We need to go now."

"But you said-,"

"Grant! Help me!"

"But you said-." Ward protested, tearing his eyes away from her to look down at the little boy struggling for air.

"You have to choose!" She hissed, and he glanced down at the well again.

Maynard still stands behind Skye, his voice cruel, "Not yet."

Looking around wildly, Ward yells, "I need to wake up!" He willed his body to pull itself out of sleep.

Wake up!

"Choose! Save him or be with me!"

He's desperate now, "You said not to repeat my mistakes! You wanted me to be a better man!"

Wake up NOW!

She slapped him, unyielding, "Choose!" She screamed.

Ward protests, moving toward the well, "I have to make this right!" His heart clenches at the betrayed look on Skye's face. Maynard snatches the rope out of Ward's hands and his younger brother wails are cut short by water rushing into his lungs.

"You can't do both. Me or him. You promised me you'd do anything for me. You promised you would protect me!" The last part doesn't make sense but he feels it like a stab to his heart all the same.

Do this for me. Wake up NOW Ward!

"Ward!"

He jolts awake, tangled up in his blanket, sweating profusely. The real Skye stood before him, a dripping cup in her hand. He realized that his face is wet with sweat and water and his eyes sting with unshed tears..

"Jesus, Ward, what were you dreaming about?"

"Wha- what are you doing here?" He pants, raising his hand to his still stinging cheek.

"Oh, yeah, I tried slapping you awake." She filled up the cup and handed it to him.

"You… I heard you yelling at me to wake up." He said slowly, taking a gulp of water.

"So why didn't you?" She crossed her arms and stared him down.

He sat up, propping his bare back against the cool wall, "Don't think I didn't try." He said darkly.

"Talk about it?

Ward shook his head, "Did you talk to the team?"

Skye rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and they were perfectly understanding… a little too understanding. 'We still care about you,' 'You're still the same.' 'You will never hurt us. WE trust you.' Ugh. I'm sick of it!"

"Is that why you came here? So you could be even more disgusted by me?" Ward didn't mean to sound so churlish but he didn't really want to wake up to Skye after having a confusing nightmare about her.

She however, was nonchalant, "I didn't want to be alone."

Ward threw the blanket to the side and knocked over the cup in the progress, spilling water all over his mattress, "Dammit, Skye." He fumed, "What is going on with you?"

"Excuse me?" Her eyes flashed dangerously but Ward ignored the warning sign.

"First I disgust you and I'm a serial killer, then I'm suddenly your lover and best friend? No. I can't do this. I need to know where I stand with you. Unless this is another torture technique," He called out the last part to whoever could be listening if the latter was the case. He hoped it was Coulson listening.

"Bastard. I would never use m- your feelings against you! I wouldn't stoop that low." She snarled, her nostrils flaring.

The slip was so miniscule but it was there. Ward could see it in her eyes. She was scared, but not exactly of him.

"You should leave." Any other time he would've leapt at the thought that she reciprocated his feelings but now he needed to get away from her and sort through his thoughts.

"I thought you wanted this," Skye said coldly, not moving an inch.

Ward sighed frustratedly, rubbing at his stubble, "I thought so too but…"

"Sounds like you're just as confused you think I am." Skye snipped. Why was she always so goddamn stubborn?

His anger flared, "I can't- you don't-. I can't do this now." He forced his voice to be slow and steady through his gritted teeth.

"You can't do this now, " He added, fisting his hands at his side, fighting to keep his rage from boiling over.

"What's that supposed to mean? I want to figure this-us-out first! It's been two months and I want to do it NOW before I deal with being…this gets hashed out now." Skye snapped, jabbing her finger at the ground to emphasize her point.

" 't. Do. This. Now." His jaw twitched and Skye screamed in frustration.

"You really are a fucking robot aren't you? Christ, Ward, do you run from all your emotional problems?"

The next thing Ward knew, his right knuckles were bleeding and beginning to bruise from colliding with the cement wall next to him. Skye watched him silently for a few moments before she left and returned with a first aid kit and a pack of ice.

"I can't do this because I can't do us." Ward said in a strained voice as she grabbed his wrist not gently and began to tend to the broken skin, "I would do anything and everything for you and that scares the hell out of me."

"Isn't that like what you felt for Garrett?" Skye didn't' meet his eyes.

"No." Ward lifted the fingers on his uninjured hand to her chin. "I hated killing for Garrett. But I owed him. For you, I'd kill in a heartbeat if that was even what you faintly desired. With Garrett, I was on a mission, but you are…" He stopped, struggling for words. Skye had stopped caring for his hand and was now staring intently into Ward's eyes.

"I would do anything for you." He repeated unsteadily, "You have this power over me… I'd turn into worse of a monster for you."

Her eyes were wide and strangely bright again and he felt her soft palm touch his stubbly cheek.

Okay before you get mad, I'll have the next chapter up sometime tomorrow but I just needed to switch to Skye's POV. Quite a bit of angst in this chapter so some loving will be in the next one! Thanks as always for reading and I'd love to read a couple of new reviews if you've got them for me =) I haven't had one in a while…