Nothing belongs to me. :( LOL

Skye should feel happy, but she didn't. Not really. Garret was dead, that was true, and it was a good thing, but Fitz was in a coma, Ward was a traitor, Quinn and Raina were free (with the gravitonium), and Simmons wasn't herself since her near-death experience. She seemed scared all the time, yet focused on Fitz to the exclusion of all else.

The family they had been for such a short time was gone. Why did she even try anymore? It was pointless.

"Skye."

She turned from her dark musings to see Coulson walking toward her. She forced a smile. "Yeah? What's up?"

"We're transferring the prisoner for interrogation. Wanna come? May's got the bus and Simmons is with Fitz. I could ask Trip if you want," Coulson offered.

"No." The familiar anger surged through Skye at the mention of their 'prisoner'. Ward. "I want to come." She fell into step alongside her boss.

"I'd understand if it's still too personal."

"We kissed like twice," she said, rolling her eyes. "May got a hell of a lot more personal with him than I did."

"Yeah, but May has training. You don't."

"Because my SO is a traitor and my training was probably half-assed anyway." She couldn't help the bitter tone.

"Yes, we'll have to do something about that. Maybe Trip," he said thoughtfully.

"You want me to get a new SO?"

He nodded. "There's still so much for you to learn, and I feel bad," he admitted. "I don't want what happened with Ward to influence your feelings about the experience in general. There should be trust and respect, not fear and betrayal."

"It's not your fault. He fooled everyone. They all did."

Coulson stopped in front of the room Ward was being held in. "I would like you to go in there alone at first, if that's alright. I want to see how he reacts and what he says."

"Whatever could've been between us is over now," Skye said, rolling her eyes. "We're enemies. He's not going to treat me any different."

"He always treats you different. Just because you feel a certain way about him doesn't mean that he feels the same way about you. Like it or not, I don't think he was faking his feelings for you."

Skye sighed and pulled out her laptop. "Fine. I'll do it. What do you want to get out of this?"

"Just get him to talk to you."

She nodded and turned to the door. She pushed it open, saw Ward sitting cuffed to the table, and let it close behind her.

His eyes narrowed slightly when he saw it was her, but he didn't say anything. Just watched her.

She sat down and placed her laptop in front of her on the table.

"This is Coulson's master plan?" Ward asked, snorting in disbelief. "Send you in to interrogate me?" He obviously thought that was a joke.

Skye gave him a look. "Coulson made me come in here. I don't know what he hopes to accomplish with all this and I don't care. He asked, I came. Feel like talking?"

Ward gave a tight smile in response.

Skye shrugged and started typing. "How do you feel?"

"What?"

"How do you feel? I mean, now that Garrett's dead and you can't use him as an excuse for murdering people anymore, how does it feel to know that you've screwed up everything in your life? To know that the one person that you cared about is dead?" Wow, she was feeling spiteful today.

Ward glanced down at his hands shackled to the table in front of him. "Garrett wasn't the only person I care about, Skye. You know that."

Skye's eyes narrowed. "Oh, I almost forgot. Me," she said sarcastically. "You care about me and would never hurt me. Isn't that what you said?"

A muscle in his jaw ticked. "Yes. I wasn't lying."

"But, you did lie. You said you'd never hurt me, but you tried to kill Fitz and Simmons. Fitz is in a coma because of you. Quinn, the guy who shot me, is free because of you. That hurts me."

Ward stayed silent.

Skye remembered that she was supposed to be getting something useful out of him and tried to stamp down her anger. This wasn't the way to get him to talk.

She closed her laptop and leaned back in her chair, rubbing one temple to ward off a headache. "Coulson wants to give me a new SO. He's thinking about Trip."

Was that a flicker of hurt that crossed his face?

"Or May. Probably May." She didn't know why she added that last part. Maybe because May always sparked some sort of reaction from him.

She was right. Ward's eyes shot up to hers. "May? Are you serious? You think I'm a robot and you're going to train under her? God," he muttered.

"We've bonded in the last couple weeks."

"Over what? Me? What a bastard I am?" he asked sarcastically.

"No. Over the dissolution of SHIELD. The only thing I've ever been apart of in my whole life," she defended. "May's not as bad as you think. Just because she didn't mope around here, weeping over you-"

He cut her off. "It's not that. I couldn't care less about what she thinks of me. I just think it would be shame if you changed." He swallowed hard and looked down at the table again. "May's hard and cold. You're not. I don't want you to become like her."

Skye looked him over. Then she looked over at the cameras in the corner ceiling, hesitating for just a second. Ward noticed. She slowly slid a hand across the table toward his. Those hands that had shot Agent Hand, strangled Eric, pushed the button that drowned Fitz… Her fingers slid over his. He was warm.

For just a second, memories of training and playing Battleship and casual touches here and there flashed through her mind. Unwillingly, tears stung her eyes. This wasn't part of the act. The pain in her chest was real. The emotions froze her voice.

"I found out something for you," Ward said in a low voice.

She jerked her hand back and quickly blinked back the tears, wiping her cheeks free of the ones that fell. Her face composed itself into a stony mask. "Yeah, what's that?"

He stayed silent for a moment too long and she got the feeling that whatever he was going to tell her was bad. "Tell Coulson to go into SHIELD's files and find the one on Raina. Tell Simmons to compare her blood with yours."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

Skye stared at him. "She said something about me to you, didn't she?"

He didn't answer.

"Damnit, Ward, tell me what she said. She's with Quinn, isn't she? With the graitonium."

He shifted in his seat.

"What do I have that they want, Ward? Are they coming after me?"

"Not anytime soon."

She slammed her hand on the table. "Where are they? I'm going to find them and when I do I'm going to shoot them both in the head, I swear to God. I've had it with those bastards."

"Skye, you couldn't kill a fly. You certainly wouldn't kill a person. You care about life too much."

Skye stood up, bending down toward him. "Yeah? And isn't that a weakness, Ward? I mean, according to your precious Garrett, it is. I think I agree with him." Then she jerked her laptop up with both hands and stormed out of the room.

Coulson was there as expected. She cut him off before he could say anything. "I'm going to find them, Coulson. That bitch knows something about me and I'm done running from it. I've been running from the truth my entire life." She knows something. Something about what I really am.

He put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm with you on this, Skye. We're a team, remember? Don't let Ward get to you."

She looked back at the door to the room she'd just exited. "We have to keep him here with us. He knows more than he's telling. He might know where Quinn and Raina are hiding too."

Coulson paused in contemplation. "Fine. I'll put May on his security and try to dig up those files on Raina he was talking about. Any idea why he wants Simmons to compare your blood with hers?"

Skye had several theories and they all made her sick.