Skye watched as May drove off in the Short Bus with Ward and Fitz. She had tried to convince her S.O. to smuggle her into the back and he had been more than willing, but AC had nipped that in the bud real quick.

"It's for your own good, Skye," his quiet voice said behind her.

"So you keep telling me," she muttered.

He placed a hand on her shoulder and she shrugged it off. Skye didn't care how attractive she found him, at the moment he was Enemy Number One. Coulson sighed. "Skye-"

"Is this how its going to be from now on?" she turned to look at him. "Am I going to stay on this stupid plane for the rest of my life while everyone else gets to do all the fun stuff?"

"Only until the danger is over."

"You mean until another danger presents itself and you put me on lockdown again? I can take care of myself!"

Skye watched as his facial expression went from pleasant to I'm-getting-seriously-annoyed-with-you-Skye. "That's enough. My decision is final."

There was so much anger in her chest that she felt like she was going to explode if she didn't get it all out. "Why don't you just lock me in my room!"

Coulson just stared at her for a few seconds before turning on his heel and walked away.

"Yeah, that's right just walk away!" she yelled after him.

"Skye!" Simmons hissed. She had been standing there quietly watching the exchange and found herself dumbfounded by the hacktavist's attitude.

"What?" Skye growled. When she turned to Simmons she saw the scared look in her eyes and immediately felt bad. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm just tired. I think I'm going to go lay down."

Simmons nodded. "Yeah, I should get back to the lab."

"Are you going to be okay without Fitz?" Skye suddenly asked, feeling like an ass for not thinking about her sooner. She had been so wrapped up in her anger towards Coulson - huh, that was funny. She no longer felt angry.

"I'll be fine," Simmons tried to smile brightly. "He survived the last time, I'm sure he'll all right. After all he does have Super Spy Agent Ward and The Calvary." The running joke that was between the younger teammates fell flat, but Skye tried to salvage it.

"Yeah, because -" She struck a ridiculous pose. "I'm Super Spy Agent Ward and I can kick butt." Then she immediately shifted her pose to look cool and totally badass Asian. "Oh, please you wouldn't know difference between the front or backend of a rhinoceros, I'm the one with kick butt skills."

Even though it was totally lame, Simmons giggled and Skye felt better for having successfully distracting the biochemist. Suddenly, she felt eyes on her and looked up to see AC staring down at her from the second landing. As their eyes made contact, he smiled and Skye got that warm feeling in her chest.

Seriously, how could she go from being mad at him to absolutely adoring him in the space of a few minutes?

For the next two days, Skye spent most of her time with Jemma, assisting her with her research and generally trying to distract the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent from worrying about her partner.

Coulson spent most of his time in his office, occasionally coming out to eat or check on the girls, which irritated Skye to no end. She didn't understand herself. Why should she care that he was always in his office and not spending time with her? Why should she care if AC took Simmons to the side to ask how she was doing and not her?

The emotional whiplashes Skye kept experiencing regarding the man were really annoying her. Her simple crush was starting to consume her until all she ever seemed to think about was the stoic agent; going from being angry at him for the stupidest reasons to falling in love with him all over again.

She began to wonder if something was seriously wrong with her, but Skye tried to bottle up the emotions and pretend everything was normal for everyone's sake. It's just a crush, she kept repeating to herself. It'll past.

At least Jemma and AC seemed oblivious to her inner turmoil.

On the second day, Jemma was feeling so depressed that Skye declared that that night was game night and roped AC into helping her cheer the biochemist up. It amazed her how much faster they could get through games without Grant and Fitz and that Jemma really was too good at games.

They played Scrabble, which she skunked them at as usual, then moved on to Charades. It was loads of fun watching AC as he tried to describe a plane flying in the air and both Skye and Simmons pretended to not know what he was doing until his time was nearly out and they finally laughing guessed the right answer.

They played a few more games until Jemma begged to be excused so she could go to bed. They worked together to clean the living area and then Skye sat down on the couch, idly flipping through a gun magazine that Grant had left behind. She wasn't tired and figured she would kickback and relax and have some personal time, but to her surprise Coulson lingered by the door before eventually crossing the room to sit next to her.

"Are you all right?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah."

"Are you sure? You've been a little edgy lately."

Oh I'm fine, she thought. Just a little preoccupied with thoughts about you, the rest of the team, and oh yeah, I definitely think I have some issues regarding my feeling toward you since I can't seem to make up my mind whether or not I like you or hate you.

"Just worried about Ward, Fitz, and May and wishing I could be there to help them."

"I'm sorry," he said. "I've just been worried about you and trying to do the right thing. Tell you what, next time there is an assignment we'll all go together."

"Even if there's a threat against one of us?"

"Even then. I think if we do meet Silensky again you'll be able to take care of yourself. Just remember we will always be there for you, Skye, and we won't let anyone hurt you."

Skye couldn't help herself. She flung her arms around AC and hugged him tightly. "Thank you."

Coulson ran a hand through her hair and chuckled. "You're welcome." Then he pulled away slightly frowning and placed his wrist on her forehead. "Are you all right? You feel warm."

Now that he mentioned it, she did feel strange. She felt hot, like she had a fever and there were chills coursing through her body. Also, she suddenly felt light-headed. Skye placed her head on his shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut. "Whoa, must be a sugar rush from all the candy I just ate."

Although she didn't think so. Since her face was buried in Coulson's neck she could smell his aftershave on him and the smell was giving her a heady sensation. The feeling was similar to the time she had been under the influence of Silensky's drug.

All thoughts shut down, except one. She had to get closer to Coulson. Without really thinking about what she was doing, Skye climbed into his lap, straddling him. She watched as a panicked look crossed his face.

"Skye," he said in a strained voice. "What are you doing?"

She laughed softly. "I think that would be obvious." Skye leaned over and kissed him lightly on the mouth. He sat there stunned, lips slightly parted and she decided to take advantage of that and kissed him again harder. She let her tongue trace his lips and they invitingly open wider.

Her tongue surged into his mouth and she mapped out every bump and ridge with enthusiasm. Someone groaned though she wasn't sure who did it. Suddenly, AC was kissing her back and her heart practically leapt out of her chest.

They were doing it, she was finally doing something she had been wanting to do again for an entire year!

AC pushed her tongue back in her mouth and explored it slowly. She groaned, loving the sensations. Skye tried to get his hands to move or do something but they stubbornly remained planted on her waist. She keened in his mouth, greedily wanting more.

Next thing she knew he had pushed her down on the couch, but before she could truly enjoy the feel of his body pressed against hers, AC pulled away taking something similar to a pen out of his suit pocket.

She was about to ask him what that was for when he jammed it into her neck. Her back arched as she felt a slight shock and then with horror she realized she couldn't move.

Coulson got off Skye and sat on the edge of the couch, stroking her hair gently out of her face. "I'm sorry I had to do that," he apologized. He held up the pen. "This temporarily paralyzes someone for about ten minutes. It was the only thing I could think of that would get you to stop. I've been carrying it around since, well, the last time you attacked me."

He placed his hand on her forehead, frowning. "You may not remember this, but last time you assaulted me you felt like you were running a high fever just as you are now. I think it's in both of our best interests if I lock you in the interrogation room until Simmons and I can figure out what's wrong with you."

Coulson leaned over her and placed a reverent kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry, Skye. We'll get to the bottom of this."

If Skye could, she would have sobbed and yelled that there was nothing wrong with her. Unfortunately, all she could do was stare at him and blink.