AN: As promised you get the chapter today! Also this is the last part of the backstory that I mentioned in an earlier chapter. I want to keep this short, so thank you to my Beta MegaDiary123 and to all of you who have fav/fol/reviewed/read this story.

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Skye's POV

When I woke up, I was somehow at the Med Bay. Not the one that we had on the training campus, but at the Academy. I had injured myself plenty of times in the past year to know the place even though it was dark when I came to.

I looked around and checked on my body, felling everything at the same time just to assess the extent of my injuries. The truth was, I was hurting all over the place. And I could feel the bandages that were wrapped around my torso and hands. I had this strange floating feeling that I guessed was from the painkillers that I was full of at the moment. Meaning, I could feel the pain from the bruises and cuts, but it was nothing compared to the feeling that I had when I was in the interrogation room.

And as I thought of that room, everything that played out came rushing through my mind. I flinched at the memory of the vibrations that were coming off my body and into the ground without being able to stop them.

Whatever happened from the moment that O'Brien started punching May was my fault and no-one else's. Realisation hit me that I had no control, and the slight control that I thought I had disappeared into thin air once May's wellbeing was threatened. And something like that was bound to happen again in the line of business that I was training for. S.H.I.E.L.D. would put two and two together and they would find out about what I could do, and they would put me in the Index. Should that happen, I knew how the system worked. I would be assigned an agent to report to and would basically be forced to be cut from everyone and go somewhere far away. I would be far from May, Natasha, Jemma…

But what if I accidentally hurt Jemma?

My mind had taken a very strange and, honestly, dark turn soon after me waking up and if it kept going like that I would only see the negatives of the situation that I was in. But maybe there was a way for me to protect everyone and be able to keep in touch without being afraid of hurting them. Because them being hurt and it being my fault would be a nightmare that I wouldn't be able to shake off.

And then it hit me.

I needed to learn to control my powers, or whatever this whole vibration thingy was. But I wouldn't be able to learn to control them under the constant observation of S.H.I.E.L.D., or at least the Academy that I was in at the moment.

With that being said, I would have to disappear, but I would disappear on my terms.

Slowly I got to a sitting position and I was happy to find that my ribs didn't hurt as much as I was expecting them to, and my vision wasn't spinning so the concussion must have been better.

I got up to unsteady feet and wobbled a bit but found my balance quite quickly. I looked around and found no soul anywhere on site. There may not have been any clocks nearby, but I was sure that it was the middle of the night. I was glad that luck seemed to be on my side for once as I slowly started heading to my shared room with Jemma since I had to take a few clothes with me before I left.

It took me longer than normal to walk through the familiar corridors but eventually I reached my destination. The door opened with a whoosh, but it wasn't enough to wake the sleeping girl that occupied the room.

First of I started looking for a bag to get some clothes in. To my surprise, on my tied-up bed was the bag that I had taken with me to the training camp. It seemed that Hill or whoever brought me back here took my stuff from the camp as well. I quietly unzipped it and checked its contents, just to make sure everything was in there and that I didn't need anything else. Thankfully I remembered to grab some cash that I had stored in a box in my nightstand and made a move to leave, with the back over my shoulder. But at the exit I paused and looked back.

Jemma wasn't even sleeping in her bed, but was instead slumped at her desk over her computer. I dropped the bag, walked over to her and took the blanket from her bed to throw it gently over her shoulders. A smile was evident on my face as I took in Jemma's peaceful expression and tried to memorise it in the best of my abilities since I guessed it would be a long time before the two of us saw each other again. My eyes darted a little bit to the right as I noticed that she was holding onto something really tightly, as if it would be the end of the world should she let it go.

I leaned in to inspect it and saw that it was a photograph. Well, wasn't that interesting? I had never saw a picture of one of Jemma's family, since I guessed that this was who the picture protracted, and it wouldn't harm her if I peaked, just to justify my curiosity.

My eyes widened when I took in was I was seeing. It was a photo of me working on my computer with my headphones on, having probably shut the rest of the world out, and Jemma making a funny face at the camera. I had no idea that this even existed.

Well, there was one more thing I needed to do before I left.

Simmons' POV

I woke up to someone knocking on my door. As the thundering sound continued on and I had no choice but to open up, I got up and headed to the source. I saw Maria Hill on the other side, with a perfectly Operations mask on her face.

"Good morning agent Hill. Is everything okay?"

"What the hell do you want? It's like 5a.m. for crying out loud" I wanted to add, but I couldn't since she was outranking me and she was one of Skye's trainers. I did have a bone to pick with her though.

She was the one that had Skye all beaten up during that "morning sparring" that they had that day before her birthday. And then when Skye was in the training camp she was texting me through a safe line that she had created at least once every couple of days. And then she suddenly didn't and next thing I know she is back here, all beaten up and bruisesed and all I got from Hill was that an exercise had gone wrong and that Skye was to relax until the end of the training camp that the rest of Operations was at the moment.

"Have you seen Skye?" She asked and that snapped me out of my thoughts.

"No, not since yesterday that you brought her in and I spend my day next to her hospital bed" I said, leaving a bit of venom coming out and seep into my words. Hill didn't even flinch, and I guessed she must have expected such a treatment from my part. But as she kept quiet realisation drawn to be and concern took over. "Why? Did something happen?"

The agent sighed and didn't reply right away. She was probably thinking whether or not she should tell me what she knew, but the she looked at me dead in the eyes and I knew I was going to get a truthful answer. "I am to return to the training camp today and I passed by Skye's room to see if she was awake only to find her bed empty. No-one knows where she is and we have the whole Academy on lockdown until she is found. I was hoping that she would be here with you, but I guess I was wrong" she turned to leave and with an outburst of courage I stopped her by grabbing her wrist. I opened my mouth to say something but she stopped me before I even formed a word. "I will let you know as soon as we find something. I know you don't like me very much Jemma, and if I have to be honest I can't blame you. I just don't want Skye to hurt herself, she is in no condition to move around, and I know you can respect that".

She gently shoved my hand from her wrist and walked away, leaving me in a shock.

I slowly got back to my bed and sat with my back on the wall. Where could Skye have disappeared to? I saw her the previous day and Hill was right, even if she could get up she would be in no condition to stay like that for too long and because of her stubbornness she would injure herself even more, probably trying not to worry any of us with her problems.

My gaze traveled to her empty bed in front of me trying to remember when was the last time that I had seen it with the sleeping form of Skye on top. I titled my head to the side as my mind registered that something was wrong, but I couldn't quite pinpoint it. I got up and observed her bed, which was the same as the day that she left, all tied up and ready for her to return. But then, it wasn't like that yesterday, was it? There was the bag that she had taken with her to the camp on top, along with all her stuff and in my best recollection I didn't remember putting it away.

My head snapped back to my bed and then to my desk, underneath which laid my blanket. Which I was sure that I hadn't used when I fell asleep looking at the photograph that I took of Skye without her knowledge. Which meant that Skye did come, but I was too damn exhausted from the day that I didn't even notice! I was mentally beating myself up when I walked to the desk and gathered the blanket from the floor to put it back on the bed.

Once back on the desk, I sat on the chair and let a heavy breath. Where the hell are you Skye? I was thinking as my eyes darted around my desk. I noticed the edge of the photograph that I was holding sticking out of my planner. I definitely didn't put it there, which only leaves one person…

I quickly opened the book on the page where the photograph was in, only to see that it was on the day when we both moved in the Academy. The photo had a paper clip on it and with furrowed brows I took it in my hand to inspect it. A gasp escaped my lips when I turned it the other way and found a letter. With big letters she had written "Manscaping" on the back with a smiley face next to it.

I took the letter on my hand and unfolded it, revealing its contents and prepared mentally before opening it.

Jemma,

By now you probably know that I have left the Med Bay and I am guessing that the Academy is in Lockdown (if you didn't know, I am really sorry that you had to learn it this way). And because it's you, you're worried sick about where I am and if I am okay. So, let me assure you that I am perfectly fine.

"Sure thing Skye" I say to myself. "Perfectly fine my ass" I said giggling at her antics.

Now, I can't tell you where I'm going because I don't know yet that myself yet. The thing is, I needed to get out of S.H.I.E.L.D. By the time you read this I will have erased all traces of me ever being at the Academy, all feeds with me in them will have seized to exist. Yeah, I will have to hack even further into S.H.I.E.L.D. but I am confident enough that I won't get caught and if I do… well, you will learn all about it since they will drag me back there. Anyhow, back to the topic, something happened during the camp that revealed some stuff. I can't tell you what and risk your safety, but the reason why I left is because I had to protect you. And Jemma, I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing that something happened to you because of me. So I need to disappear.

But I couldn't leave without writing to you. I am going to miss you very much, but I will keep in touch as much as possible and will always look after you, even if you don't know it. You have helped me greatly in the past year and your friendship is something that I value in my heart and I hope that we can continue being friends after everything.

"Oh, Skye. If only you knew what you mean to me after this year…" I said as tears threatened to escape my eyes.

Now, I am getting all sentimental and I am guessing that you are as well. So, when did you even take this picture!? And why didn't I know about it? And because of all that, I couldn't help it but take revenge. You might want to check your computer after reading this letter.

I should go now, because people (and by people I mean Hill) will start waking up soon and I want to be gone before that happens.

Talk to you soon Jems,

Love,

Skye

With that, and full out tears in my eyes now, I put the letter aside and opened my computer. Once the screen was open a photograph popped up that had me laughing hard. It was me sleeping on the desk the previous night and Skye was there mimicking the same grimace that I had made when I took the photo of her with her computer. A post-it note was next to the photo and on the computer screen saying "Remember our safe word :)"

I giggled at that. "Manscaping" I whispered. I would never forget, and even if I did I would have the letter to remind me.