Hello! I am in lots of pain after that finale. I probably won't ever recover.

This is my first fanfiction for the AOS fandom! I LITERALLY EDITED IT LIKE 3 TIMES BECAUSE I WANT IT TO bE AWESOME! I got the idea for this story from Azuphere's story Open This When. So if you happen to like Percy Jackson, I highly recommend it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Remember to leave a review, follow, or favorite.! Your feedback means a lot to me :)

Disclaimer: All credit goes to ABC and Marvel :)

Cleaning was the least favorite part of Skye's job. Fighting for her life every moment? Why not. Being a fugitive for the last five months? She didn't see a problem with it. But cleaning up after her co-workers? Not so great. One would think that the team would have a hardcore janitorial staff with super cleaning skills by now, but of course the cleaning budget had been limited to four Roombas that circled the hallways. Anything that needed to be done by hand was done by members of the team on a rotation-like schedule. May claimed it was 'character building'.

However, today was no exception to Skye's hatred of cleaning. It was her turn to do something, and that something happened to be cleaning out Vault D. The previous tenant, Grant Ward, had been escorted to his brother's care yesterday afternoon. Now, Director Coulson had asked Skye to clean out the vault. Not that Ward was messy.

On her list today, Skye needed to change the bed sheets and sweep the floor. She had tracked down and kidnapped one of the Roombas beforehand; it could sweep for her. After walking down the cold concrete steps to the ground floor of the vault, Skye set the Roomba down and let it do its thing.

Skye wished she was doing something else. Coulson could have gotten anyone but her. She had things to do. Coulson had her working on his alien code, and when she got frustrated she helped out in the effort to track down Ward, who had escaped custody yesterday afternoon. She finished stripping the bed and took a big breath.

Everything smelled like Ward, and almost annoyingly so. The sheets, the mattress, and the air all reeked of him. Skye didn't know whether to be impressed or disgusted that his musk spread around so easily.

Skye stopped what she was doing and pressed a button on her wristwatch. 65. 66. 68. 65. Her heart rate was slightly elevated. No doubt May was keeping tabs on her and we heartrate. This was definitely a test.

Skye bundled up the sheets into her arms and set them on the floor beside the bed. Coulson told her to flip the mattress while she was at it. Skye figured she could do it sooner rather than later.

Stonefaced, she reached across the bed and pulled it's left side towards her. While pulling it, Skye's fingers slipped underneath the seam. A little too far under. Skye's hand slipped into the mattress and hit a bundle stuck between two springs. She instantly retracted her hand, expecting the worst. Ward could have placed a bomb or something else dangerous. Maybe he was under 24-hour surveillance but Skye wouldn't put it past him.

She pulled out her phone and scanned the area of the mattress using an app that she had developed months ago with the help of FitzSimmons. It was designed to scan a small area for dangerous or potentially explosive materials. The app beeped and the screen glowed green. The area was safe.

Skye cautiously stuck her hand back into the mattress and pulled the package out. Next, she inspected it outside and then the contents. Ten to fifteen letters were tied together using a strip of cloth, probably from a tee-shirt or his sheets. A piece of paper was placed on top of the first letter.

For Skye, it said.

She sighed. That cocky bastard. Whatever ploy he had going was pretty much dependent on Skye being desperate enough to go back to his room and find some remnant of him to keep herself going. Ward was depending on Skye still loving him. Joke's on you, Ward, she thought.

Skye smirked. She had found the letters, but it was more dependent on their chore schedule than on her love for him. She shoved the bundle into the sheets and left the vault. Skye decided to leave the Roomba running while she ran the sheets through the wash. Before heading to the laundry room. Skye pulled out a drawer from her desk and shoved the letters behind it. She couldn't bring herself to throw them away, at least not yet.

The drawer wouldn't shut completely, so Skye messed up the rest of the surrounding desk area. Her SO, May, would get her for this later. 200 push-ups was totally worth May not finding out. Thankfully, Skye was prone to messy fits. If she was lucky, May wouldn't even notice.

Skye threw the sheets into the basket that held the rest of her laundry. She grabbed the basket and made her way to the laundry room. After running her load she went back to her room and began to work on a new encryption for the agency's firewalls. Ever since the plane almost went down Skye made it her duty to make sure that their cyber defenses were the best.

About ten minutes into her work, Skye found her mind wandering from her task. The open desk drawer was taunting and distracting her. Exasperated, she grabbed her laptop and moved to the lab.

"Hello Skye," Simmons called. She was holding some kind of hazardous looking material in a test tube. Her hair was down, and the goggles she was wearing made her large, brown eyes look even bigger.

"Hi Simmons," Skye responded. She settled down on a stool and looked up at the scientist. "How is it going?"

"Good," Jemma responded. Quieter, she added, "It would be much better if Fitz was here, but he won't even talk to me. God, I miss him."

Skye nodded knowingly. She said nothing more as Simmons dumped the strange liquid into a beaker of murky blue liquid. It bubbled for a second before slowing to a standstill.

They worked together in silence. Without realizing, Skye stopped programming and began doing background checks on Christian Ward.

"Oh my gosh," Skye gasped. The first link that popped up was a news article. "'Christian Ward's HYDRA Brother Escapes Custody'," she read aloud.

"What? No!" Simmons rushed over beside Skye. "Are you kidding me?" She leaned over Skye and the pair sat in silence, reading the article.

Once Skye finished, she stood up. "I'm going to show this to Coulson. If he doesn't already know, he needs to."

"Good idea," Simmons put her equipment and the weird blue stuff into the fridge. Then she stripped off her gloves, lab coat, and goggles. Skye rushed out of the lab. She had to tell Coulson. Skye remembered her job, and forgot the drawer.

"Good work today," Director Coulson told her.

Skye was sitting on her bunk, legs crossed. Her laptop was rested against her legs. "Thanks. I was worried earlier, but everything held together."

Coulson smiled a tired smile. "Get some sleep." He started moving away. "Get your desk cleaned up before May sees it."

"Will do."

He left her, closing the door behind him. As soon as he left, Skye scrambled out of bed to lock the door. She quickly cleaned up her desk before pulling out the half opened drawer completely.

She reached the bundle and brought it out on top of the desk. As she untied it, her hands shook. The top of the first letter read 'When you find these'. Skye's breath caught. Her hands trembled as she began to read.

Skye, it began. I'm glad you decided to read these letters. I know that things have been rough between us, especially lately. I hope to someday rejoin the team by rebuilding the trust between us. It's a long shot, but I'm willing to do anything. Skye rolled her eyes. Because the team would be so accepting of him after he escaped.

These letters are going to be a chance for me to explain everything that I always wanted to but couldn't. I just ask you to read them as the situations appear, and not all at once. Unless I'm dead. In that case, do what you want.

First off, I'm so sorry. For everything. I know that you're angry with me. I was your SO and I let you down. I did everything of my own choice, and I stand by my actions. Ever since Garrett helped me, saved me, I was indebted to him. I followed him blindly, like a dog following his master. Garrett made me the man I am today, which doesn't mean much when you're stuck in a SHIELD prison that Garrett is gone, I can act on my own actions instead of obeying his orders.

Secondly, I still believe Raina. She's right. Your father is out there, and if you haven't met him yet, I can still take you to him.

I hope that when this is over, we can be together. Skye shivered. It was almost sad that he thought they still had a future together. That thought ended once she found out he was HYDRA. I love you, and I have never lied to you. Just meet your father and find your destiny. Everything else will fall into place. I promise.

With love, Grant Ward

"That answered less than I thought it would," Skye mumbled. She flipped through the remaining letters, being careful to read nothing but the titles. They were all labeled like 'when you see me again' and 'when you meet your father'. Had this been any other day, Skye would have shredded the letters. Unfortunately, her father was involved and any information on him would be priceless.

This was also why Skye wanted to wait until the right circumstances to read each letter. When she needed to read one, she would, just like Ward intended. Skye also decided to create a fail safe. She grabbed her tablet and took pictures of every single letter. She then saved the pictures to an encrypted folder. Once she was done, Skye shook her head. Ward was into some cryptic shit.

Thank you so much for reading! I am still deciding whether or not to continue this, so if you happened to like this story please let me know in the reviews or by following or favoriting!

Have a nice week!

Edited 12/12/14