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Skye's POV

I absolutely, and with great certainty, despised needles. I didn't only despise them, I hated them. It was the only thing apart from flinching on physical touch that had stayed with me since the day I was found. Every time they poked my skin or even came close enough to do so, shivers would be sent through my entire body.

So here I was now, with a needle in my arm in Fitz's room. My fingers were firmly wrapped around Simmons' ones and I was pretty sure that I had full-out stopped the blood flow in her hand.

"Almost done" I heard Fitz's Scottish accent from my right. I had to give it to him, he was doing the best he could and in the least time possible, but it was still quite unpleasant for me. "Don't tell me its 'almost done'. Just tell me when its finished" I replied harshly, but not aggressively. I wasn't angry at him, but at the whole situation that I had gotten myself into.

I knew that with Simmons' help I would find out more about my past. Let's just call it a hunch. So, when she asked to get Fitz involved as well, I trusted her judgment and let her inform him about the situation and the research we were doing. He was an okay guy to be honest. Not too loud, with a good head on his shoulders despite his brilliance. And most of all he was a good friend to Simmons, so if she trusted him, then so would I. And this is about how we ended in his room. He, living on his own and without a roommate, had more space that we did. That's how his desk, wall, floor and… well basically his whole room had become something like our headquarters.

"Here, done" I felt the needle coming off and instantly used some cotton to pressure the point where this evil instrument had penetrated my arm. "That wasn't so bad, now, was it?" I heard him as he moved across the room and a smile was evident in his voice. I opened one of my shut eyes and pointedly looked at him making him shutter. "Er… m-m-maybe it was. How would I know?" This made a smirk appear on my face.

"I just don't like the feeling that I get when it comes to needles, s'all" with a small plaster I covered the 'wound' and flexed my fingers a few times just to make sure. "But to tell you the truth, you do have a very soft touch. It was the best blood-sucking experience I have had so far" I joked with a laugh, though it was true to the bone.

"How did you manage to get all this equipment here again?" I pulled my sleeve down and looked around the room to the various machines that were spread out all over.

"We have this awesome course for the second semester which is all about…" Simmons turned to look at me unsure how to continue.

"…collecting biological data" Fitz finished for her and smiled kindly at my direction.

I could see Simmons silently thanking him for helping her out. "I'm not stupid you know! Just because I don't attend your classes doesn't mean that I cannot understand what you're talking about!" I said faking hurt. Both just turned around with one raised eyebrow each, challenging my statement. Oh, no. They are gonna start all over again, I thought as they opened their mouths as if to fully analyse what the course was about. "Okay, I may not understand all of it but being with you, and especially Jemma all those months has had an effect on me. Admit it, plus now that I think about it I don't really care for the specifics. By the way, why does Fitz know about this? Isn't he the engineer and you the biochemist? He wouldn't have this course in his curriculum"

Although Fitz was in the other side of the room I could see his face become red and this was all the answer that was all I needed. But Simmons' explanation helped as well. "No, he doesn't. But he, being the sweetest and my best friend offered to help out" Fitz buried his face even further in his work. "Plus, we needed everything here, so we could work on our mission".

This is how Simmons was referring to the blood examination and the whole finding-more-about-my past quest. Her whole 'bad girl shenanigans' were lost somewhere along the way. I wasn't sure when that happened, but I wasn't sure that I minded this bit of anarchy from her either.

"Speaking of mission, I better do my part. I can't have you do all the work" I let Simmons go to Fitz and use their science voodoo or whatever to get the results we needed.

I went to the bed and opened my laptop, setting it on my lap. Typing fast I, of course, hacked into the surveillance system of the floor and kept watch just to make sure that we wouldn't have any unwanted surprises. Thankfully they didn't have any cameras inside the cadet rooms, and so I wouldn't have to erase anything since what we did inside the room was a secret.

The plan was for the two scientists to examine my blood and then run it through several systems to see if there was a match. Maybe somewhere there was some archive of Mary Sue Poots' blood and my suspicion would be verified. Though, deep down, I knew that my chances of such an archive were slim to none, given the nature of the whole research.

"For how much longer do I have to do this?" I said as I attacked the punching bag for the zillionth time. "I can see why May was your S.O. but this is the first time that we train together and on top of everything, I have the regular training for the Academy as well" through my rambling I never reduced the pace of my movement combination against the bag.

Hill just sat there next to me, legs crossed and timer in hand. "I wanna properly test your limits" she said. "Also, if you didn't want me to be your secret trainer then you shouldn't have said yes when I asked you" she momentarily raised her eyes to meet mine and just like that they were focused on the timer once again. "Your technique starts to break up. I think this will be all of this one for now" she pressed the timer and wrote the number down on a large form that was in front of her.

As soon as these words left her mouth, my hands rested on my knees and I started gulping down air. She threw me a bottle of water and I barely watched it before it hit my face. "How did I do?" I asked trying to peek at the time written down. The paper was quickly out of my reach or sight line. "Not fair. How am I gonna improve if I don't know my own time?"

"That's for me to decide. You know, being your trainer and all".

She moved to the door of the gym and unlocked it, signalising the end of our session. Since I was in the Academy and not a field agent to have a S.O. she was secretly training me starting from the week after our sparring. This was only the second time training with her, and I was already regretting my decision to accept her offer.

"Tomorrow you have a day-off from our training. Also, needless to say but I expect you to keep on being on top of all other classes. Should I learn that you slack somewhere else, consider this training over" and just like that she disappeared to the endless corridors.

Even since I learned about her relationship with May, I kept on finding more and more common traits between the two of them. How both of them were all serious, how someone would find them if they only wanted to be found and how they somehow always kept track of where I was. It was annoying to no end, but it reminded me of home.

Home.

I hadn't thought of the place that I lived away from here as home since the redacted file. And maybe it was the time apart or the lack of vocal communication from my part to Coulson and May, but I just realised that I considered it home. I considered them home.

After a quick shower I found my way back to Fitz's room and opened the room with the spare key that I was provided. Given the whole nature of our research and our different timetables, we all knew the curriculums of each other and when it was time to gather to HQ.

Thanks to the technology provided by the Academy for Simmons' assignment I didn't have to hack my way to the Science and Tech servers to get the results of the blood test. I could see a blinking notification saying that everything was finished, but even if I opened the file I would most likely have no idea what it said. Instead, I decided waiting for Simmons was our best bet, because Fitz would have no idea what the results might mean either.

The idea of home was running wild in my head.

I tried everything. I put on my headphones and put on some music, hacked even further into S.H.I.E.L.D. just for the fan of it, re-crossed references on my research… but nothing seemed to help get rid of that though in my head or the aching feeling in my heart. I sighed and leaned back, hitting the back of my head on the wall a couple of times with no evident result.

I typed quickly and created a secure line that I made sure no-one from the Academy would trace. With my headphones on, I listened to the beeping sound as the call was made.

"Melinda May" the sound of her voice made me happier that I would like to admit.

"Hi Mel" that was a nickname she hated.

"Skye?" I heard her whisper not really expecting it to be me, her voice full of surprise. I just kept on taking deep breath, bracing myself for the conversation that I had decide we would have. My lack of reply seemed to wake her and the agent inside her made her appearance. "Skye, are you okay? Is everything all right?" She asked trying to assess the situation.

There was yet another pause from me. I could hear her intake a breath, indicating that she would say something else but I interrupted her before she could even form a word. "We need to talk".