Someone Will Love You, But Someone Isn't Me

Skye wakes to the sound of a baby crying. It seems so real that she steps out of bed to check if everything's alright. Her feet on the cool floor about to head to the door, when she stops. The noise is gone. She was about to run to a child that isn't there, that will never be there. It must have been a dream, the edges are frayed half clinging to her mind, sleep clouding everything for a suspended second. It wasn't real.

Grant isn't in the next room trying to soothe their child to remain silent so Mommy could sleep. When she opens this door a warm living room filled with toys will not greet her. Instead it will be gray walls and guns, training rooms and mats growing cold with sweat. Sometimes Skye misses her home, it still always takes a moment when she wakes to remember she's in an underground base. The home she shared with Ward is gone now.

Skye shakes off the dream of young laughter and Ward swinging a small child up in his arms, heads to the shower. After brushing her teeth and changing, it still lingers. Small bits come back as she walks to the lab, her coming down the stairs to see Grant cooking breakfast. Pumpkin pancakes, their baby already sticky with syrup in a high chair. Smiling brightly at her just like Ward when he notices her.

It felt so real, something Skye thought would be reality one day. The dull ache in her abdomen is a harsh reminder that some things aren't meant to be, she opens the lab doors and takes a deep breath. Simmons is already waiting syringe in hand, Fitz looks nervous but doesn't comment. It's the same thing every morning and Skye has started to hate it. She wishes she was back in that house with fuzzy throw blankets and hot coffee in her favorite mug.

It seems like such another life ago.

''Ow''.

''I haven't done anything yet, keep still''.

''Jemma''-

''Just one more Skye''.

''I feel like a science experiment''.

Skye pouts as Simmons takes more blood, Fitz is standing off to the side his face pressed against a microscope. For days now it's been the same, have Simmons run more tests, lightly train with May before sneaking off to do more hands on training with Bobbi. (Skye is feeling so much better now, almost as if she was never shot.) Eat lunch, have Simmons draw blood and run more tests. On and on it goes.

Coulson took her out of the field of course since it's only been a week since she was shot but no one besides Bobbi and Mack really understands that she feels fine. Sure sometimes she may get dizzy and grow tired quicker than she used to, but otherwise it feels as if she caught the flu and is beginning to recover. It's only a matter of time before she's back in the field, Skye finds herself becoming restless with each passing day.

And it has little to do with not holding a gun in her hands.

Normally Kebo can't go longer than three days without talking to her, but she hasn't been able to contact him at all since the previous week. Which is odd it worries her, has something happened? And then there's Ward who it seems with each passing hour she's starting to wonder if he did indeed leave her alone in that alley. Part of her says no way in hell but the other believes Shield.

Skye has even tried calling his own personal number and he won't answer, neither will Kebo. Now she's not only having nightmares about being shot (they are constant every single night, the dream about a future she'll never have, was a surprise.) She's having dreams that Ward is dead. And she had no idea, all this time thinking he was alive when he really wasn't. Sleep isn't a blessing anymore, not when she wakes nearly screaming.

She's so tense that two weeks later Bobbi reccomends going out for a drink, a girl's night. Everyone on the base has been treading around Skye so carefully these days, afraid that she's going to snap into a million pieces if anyone so much as mentions Ward. Late one Thursday night Jemma deems Skye is more than ready to get out of the underground base. With Coulson's blessing and a warning to take it easy, Skye finds herself trying on a dress in her bunk.

She honestly can't remember the last time she just went out to have fun. It had to of been before she married Ward, once she had a wedding ring on times were different. In between work and all the hospital visits, Skye never had time for letting loose. Not at a club anyway. Married life was amazing don't get her wrong, but once Skye slips on a pale purple dress and is sitting in between Jemma and Bobbi with a drink in her hand, she realizes she's missed this.

Just relaxing the alcohol buzzing in her veins, the music throbbing at the walls so loud Skye can't hear herself think. Think about how she nearly died a few weeks before, how she can't get ahold of her husband she slept with and then apparently he left her to die in an alley. Doesn't think about all the hardships Shield has faced this past year, about John Garrett or Fitz who is getting better by the day, but Skye still can't help but feel guilty.

''Woah you plan on passing out tonight?'' Bobbi asks when Skye slings back her fourth shot of tequila.

Jemma has a Cosmopolitan by her elbow and Bobbi is nursing a glass of whiskey. Skye is moving her hips to the beat around them and winks at Bobbi, ''you know I am actually. You're going to have to carry me out of here''.

The older woman takes a sip from her drink before responding, ''you know what? Do it go crazy, you deserve it''.

Skye smiles before downing another shot her skin starting to hum. ''Jemma let's dance!''

Before she can respond Skye is dragging her out onto the dance floor blending in with all the bodies around them. The lights are so bright and blinding Skye closes her eyes, runs her hands through her hair. Let's the music take over her body matching to the rhythm. Soon she's lost in the tequila the music the bodies pulsing and laughing around her.

Doesn't even notice when Jemma leaves her to get some water. Skye doesn't care that her feet ache in the heels she's wearing, that sweat is staring to form on the back of her neck. She feels good. For the first time since Ward was in her arms since she was shot, Skye doesn't care about anything or anybody. Just sways and moves wherever the music takes her. It's electrifying it's empowering she dances and dances until her legs nearly give out.

When she makes it back to the table Bobbi has a cool glass of water waiting for her, which Skye only downs after two more shots of tequila. She's starting to feel it now the buzz the gooey feeling in her arms in her head. She really needed this. Skye is going to feel this in the morning but right now she could care less. Bobbi and Jemma share a glance as Skye takes another shot. Skye catches it and raises a brow at them.

''What?''

Bobbi grins into her drink, ''oh nothing''.

Jemma leans in close to the pair, she too has had a lot drink. ''Just that there is a very attractive male over there looking at you''.

Skye glances over to where Bobbi directs and instantly agrees with Jemma. He is gorgeous, curly hair and bright blue eyes which are glued to her. He bites his lip when he notices Skye staring back at him, begins to walk over to the trio. Skye is caught up in the spell of it all which is why she doesn't even think about it when she says yes to his offer to dance. Doesn't even remember the name he yelled in her ear.

The dance floor is filled with shiny bright bodies sweaty skin pressed into her's, Skye closes her eyes again. God when was the last time she got drunk like this? Danced with some random dude with his hands on her hips? She doesn't even care that it's not Grant that's got his face buried in her neck, not his hands on her skin. If she was sober maybe she would, but Skye continues to dance and enjoy this. Bobbi is right, she deserves it.

Screw Ward and Hydra and John Garrett. Screw the asshole who shot her, none of that matters right now.

Which is how she finds herself outside behind the bar two hours later, has whateve his name is, the curly haired guy, pressed against the bricks of the building and is kissing him. Sloppily probably but she's too drunk to care. Has flashes of Ward's face behind her closed eyelids, even moans out his name a few times but doesn't notice. Pretends it's his hands on her legs on her neck, his lips against her own.

She doesn't remember what happens next, just that one minute the dull street lights were glowing around her, and then the world went dark like someone shut off the sun.

Skye wakes to the feel of something scratching against her cheek. Paper? It's rough and smells of lemons. Harsh white lights greet her when she opens her eyes, wincing painfully. Her head pounding. How much did she drink last night? Enough to blackout? She doesn't think so. Everything is blurry except the gray trash can in front of her, which she hurls in a moment later. Where the hell is she?

Wiping the sweat from her brow Skye takes in her surroundings and immediately knows she's not at the Playground. Oh my god did the guy from last night drug her? Impossible she didn't take a drink from him, just the ones at her table where Bobbi was present at all night. That's always Skye's rule, never take a drink from someone you don't know. There are crazy sick people out there.

There's a small cot with a paper sheet covering it behind her, a solid wooden door in front, a trashcan and a small chair in the corner of this small room. Even hungover Skye is going to fight her way out of this, the Calvary didn't train her to freak out and give up. If curly haired guy from last night did something to her, she's going to kick his ass. But if it wasn't him then where is she? What happened? She can't remember anything.

The answer comes fifteen minutes later with the door opening. And it's the last person she expects to see. This haze fills her body so quickly hate seeping out of every inch of her. John Garrett smiles at her, he looks different from the last time she saw him. Stronger, his stupid face no longer pale. In fact it's flush with color, the man actually has a skip in his step when he walks further into the room.

He no longer looks like he's dying. Did Hydra find a cure? Pity.

''Well good morning Sunshine''.

Skye says nothing, just crosses her arms, prepares for whatever is about to happen. John closes the door, he's alone with a gun strapped to his hip. Skye could take him out, she's younger and faster, was trained by Melinda May herself. She's not weak, fully recovered from being shot. He deserves to die, and if it comes down to her life or his she's going to pick herself. This monster needs to put in the ground for all the terrible things he's done.

''It's been a long time since we saw each other. You know I was thinking you should just call me Dad, has a nice ring to it yeah? Ward is basically my son, you should try it out''.

Skye bites the inside of her cheek, does not respond. Watches him watch her, his eyes never leaving her battle ready stance once.

''What is this Garrett? You kidnapped me?''

''Well technically I just gave the order to kidnap you. It was pretty easy, the Calvary needs to work on training you better. If you were my agent this wouldn't have happened''.

Skye glares at him, ''if I was your agent you probably would beat the shit out of me for failing you, huh? Or do you reserve that punishment strictly for Ward?''

John doesn't even bat an eye when he responds, ''speaking of Ward you and I both know even if you had a shot at killing me, he would never let that happen. That boy would die for me''.

''You're a monster''.

He cocks his head to the side, ''same could be said for you. Tell me Skye, did you ever find out what makes you an 0-8-4?''

She actually takes a step back at that causing him to grin, ''maybe we'll find out soon. Would you like that?''

''You will never touch me''.

She lunges for him but he steps to the side, she grabs his arm and nearly breaks it but John shoves her so hard into the wall it causes her nose to bleed.

''You know I have to say I was pretty disappointed to find out you survived that shot''.

John shakes his head, his hand tight on her arm, ''thought I taught my boys better than that. Only good aim around here is Ward, but he'd never shoot you if I gave the order''.

All the blood drains from her face, wait John was responsible for her being shot? He's the one who planned it, told that Hydra agent to do it? Why is she surprised?

''You son of a bitch''. Skye moves to punch him but he simply tosses her to the ground.

'Shield isn't here to save you and neither is Ward. You will never leave this room''.

Is all he says before leaving the room, locking the door behind him.

Damn. Coulson is never letting her go out after this.