So, yeah. Two episodes in and I'm already writing for it. Maybe I'm jumping the gun, but there's so much tension between Skye and Grant, I can't stand it. Also, I'm afraid this isn't very good quality. Obviously, we're all just getting to know the characters and the story. I doubt this will be the last fic I write for this show, but hopefully anything else I think up comes out much better. I was just getting the urge out of my system, really.

Enjoy. Or try to, anyway.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing(though I may appeal to Marvel for shared custody of Grant...).


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Skye doesn't know what to make of Agent Ward.

He's handsome, sure. She can admit this(privately), and he's definitely a skilled agent(also admitted privately). He's also a jerk. She can't stand the way he looks down on her, even if he's looking down on her with pretty dark eyes.

She's not sure she likes what she sees in those eyes, either. There's more than the arrogance, the I'm-too-cool-for-this air he effects. Skye sees frustration, anger, and maybe some sadness. Coulson mentioned that Ward had a history with the Rising Tide. Skye doesn't know what that history is, isn't sure she wants to. She doesn't want to know the details of his sob-story; they'll make it harder to dislike him.

But she's already struggling with that. The truth serum worked wonders – she knows that he is allergic to cherries, prefers reading the Sunday comics, and is secretly afraid to play baseball after a little league incident. As gratifying as it was to have the belligerent man at her mercy, Skye is beginning to regret asking such personal questions. Knowing the small things about a person can attach one to them, and she can almost feel the little threads sewing her to Agent Ward.

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Skye falls onto her bunk with a sigh.

Today has been hard on her. Never in her life has she experienced such adrenaline – and terror. She hadn't lied to Grant when she said she was terrified. Watching rebels and gunfire on the news reports is nothing like experiencing it firsthand. Grant is used to it, it's his job. Skye feels like her entire world is spinning out of its orbit, yet also finding a new revolution.

She is growing attached to this motley crew of agents and scientists. It's dangerous. She is, first and foremost, a member of the Rising Tide. Her priority is to spread the truth of what SHIELD is trying to cover up. At least, that was her priority. Now her focus is muddled, blurred by the change in circumstance and the tenuous camaraderie she has found with these people. Not to mention her budding friendship with Grant, who is not quite the immovable rock she perceived him to be.

She fiddles with the plastic hula dancer from her van, a memento from her past. She tells herself it doesn't matter – her new position on the team, the way they came together to fight Camilla and her soldiers, the reluctant smile Grant gave her when she offered him a drink. None of it is relevant, only the Rising Tide matters, and she should be using her position to gain information…

Grant's smile disrupts her train of thought for the third time in the last half-hour. It's becoming a problem, that. She can't let a handsome face distract her from her goal, which is to make the truth known to the public – to expose SHIELD for the manipulative organization it is. And it is manipulative… just not like Skye had thought it was. She is beginning to see that maybe SHIELD is keeping secrets to protect people, but...

Nothing seems to make sense to her anymore; not since being sucked into the Craziest Show on Earth. She doesn't know what to do with these new feelings or what any of this means for her future. It's beyond frustrating.

Skye fiddles with the doll for another moment, then sets it on the window sill. She needs rest.

She can angst over everything in the morning.

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