AN: HELLO, DEAREST FRIENDLY READERS! I have returned with the sequel I promised to 'What's the Point?'. Although, it's not actually the sequel... the sequel is going to come much later on. So what I'm actually returning with is the start of a new universe. Let me explain:

'What's the Point?' is now what I see as a prequel to this universe which I have named 'the Trust What You Know universe'. I see you have made a connection to the title of this fanfiction! Well done! This fic is the first part of my new universe, and all future fics I write for AoS will also be a part of this universe (if you're really wondering about the name, I think it sums up Skye and Ward's relationship pretty will and the reasons will become more apprent later on). I'd suggest reading 'What's the Point?', if you haven't already, as it explains the Skyeward dynamics in this fic but it isn't technically necessary as this story has a totally different, in-no-way-related plot.

I'm blabbering a lot, so I'll just leave you to read :3 Enjoy!

The night of their anniversary, Skye had a nightmare. It was bad enough to wake Ward up, and it took him five minutes to actually drag her from the depths of the dream and back to reality.

The next night, it happened all over again.

And the night after that.

And the night after that.

Ward would be blatantly lying if he said he wasn't worried. Normally, if he asked her, she'd tell him about her nightmares, even if it took a little bit of pushing. This time was different. Skye wouldn't tell him a thing, simply saying that she couldn't. He didn't push it; after a year of being together, he had learnt to accept and respect her decisions completely.

The next night it was Ward waking up from a nightmare, breathing heavily, desperately trying to push away the memories of his brothers that came flooding back to him. Skye was wide awake, too terrified to sleep after having a nightmare of her own earlier on, comforting him.

"It wasn't real," she muttered, squeezing his hand, "It was just a dream."

"That's my line," Ward said quietly, wrapping his arms around her, needing the comfort of feeling her close to him. Skye hugged him back tightly, empathising with him on a level that she never had before.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked quietly after a while.

"Definitely not," Ward scoffed. They laid in silence for what felt like ages before Skye spoke again.

"Surely this isn't normal," she mumbled into his chest, "I haven't had nightmares like this for a year, Grant. You haven't had a nightmare since... well, before we've been together at least. This isn't right."

"I know," Ward replied, kissing the top of her head lightly, "But I don't see how this could be anything but coincidence. We haven't had a case in a while now. Usually, our minds don't get a chance to relax properly. This is just a result of us having a chance to actually think for once."

"That was the biggest amount of crap I've ever heard," Skye smirked, "But I don't have a better explanation. So I'll go with that."

Ward kissed her head again, "Try to get some sleep." Skye shook her head.

"I'd rather stay awake," she said quietly, and, for once, Ward didn't argue. Normally he'd protest until she either fell asleep or he did, but, tonight, he understood completely.

The two emerged from their room the next morning together, neither of them having slept at all for the rest of the night.

Ward disappeared to take a shower, leaving Skye to fall towards the already made pot of coffee in the kitchen. She was surprised to find Fitz with his head on the breakfast bar, eyes closed with an untouched cup of tea next to him.


The Scotsman jumped upright, looking around wildly. He relaxed slightly when he saw Skye. "Morning," he muttered.

"Is it?" Skye asked, her eyebrows raised, "Because it looked to me like you were still in night-time mode."

"I haven't been sleeping well," Fitz replied, his voice still barely above a whisper, "Neither has Jemma. We've both been having nightmares." Skye paused in the making of her coffee. She turned around slowly.

"You've been having nightmares?" Skye asked, "And Simmons has as well?"

"That's what I said, isn't it?" Fitz replied irritably.

"Ward had a nightmare last night," Skye told him, taking her cup and sitting opposite him on a stool, "And I've been having them all week. I had one early last night, and then didn't sleep at all afterwards. I was too sacred." In the past, she'd have had reservations about telling anyone that she was scared. Now, after having a year and a half to learn to trust the team, and them her, she felt that she could tell Fitz in confidence without fear of him doing anything but take her seriously. "So all four of us had nightmares?"

Fitz nodded, "That's... strange," he admitted, frowning in confusion, "Not impossible, but... strange."

"What's strange?" Simmons entered the room looking impossibly perky, a bright smile lighting her face. However Skye could clearly see the black rings beneath her eyes, and she smiled sympathetically as Jemma busied herself with making tea.

"That you've been having nightmares," Skye said, "On the same night as Fitz... And me... And Ward." Simmons dropped her spoon.

"Ward had a nightmare?!" Skye nodded.

"A bad one too," she said quietly, "He didn't want to talk about it, so it must have been."

"Well that is... strange," Simmons said, almost copying Fitz's frown. Coulson walked in frowning tiredly, seemingly half dressed in his suit, which lacked a tie and a jacket, the top three buttons of his shirt still undone.

"Coulson, do you-" Skye froze in her question as Coulson held up a finger, telling her to stop talking. She'd been on the wrong end of that finger many a time, normally when she was interrupting him or when she was arguing too much. Coulson filled a cup with black coffee, spooning in a far-too-generous amount of sugar.

"Sir, you're aware that you've put about twelve sugars in your coffee?" Simmons asked carefully.

"I had a rough night," Coulson said as explanation, drinking half of the cup in one go, "A really rough night."

"It's funny you should say that," Skye muttered, "Because, apparently, so did everyone else."

"We all had nightmares, sir," Fitz supplied. Coulson's frown deepened.

"Every single one of you?" Coulson checked, "Even Ward? May?"

"Ward did," Skye confirmed, "I'm not sure about May. I haven't seen her this morning." FitzSimmons agreed, both nodding.

"That's... strange," Coulson said, "And I doubt it's coincidence. I'll contact HQ, see if anything unusual has been going on anywhere. I'll let you know what I find."

Skye had finished her third cup of coffee by the time she started wondering where Ward was. It had been a good forty minutes since he went to have a shower, and he still hadn't joined her in the kitchen.

She went looking for him, eventually finding him asleep on the bed in their room. He'd obviously fallen asleep as he was getting dressed, as his hands were still clasping a sock that was only half on his foot. Skye considered leaving him to sleep, before properly examining the pained look on his face.

"Ward," she said, shaking his shoulder lightly, "Grant. Grant, wake up, it's a dream." She shook his shoulder a little harder, jumping back as his fighting reflexes kicked in as he woke up.

"Sorry," he muttered when he realised it was Skye, "Nightmare... again."

"Yeah, well, here's a funny story, Robot," Skye said, letting him take her hand and pull her down to sit on the bed next to him, "We're not the only ones. FitzSimmons and Coulson all had dreams last night. Bad ones. We've almost exhausted our coffee resources trying to cope with the lack of sleep..."

"Ahhh," Ward sighed longingly, "Coffee. I would kill for some coffee right now."

"You're missing the point," Skye said, "You said last night that us having nightmares was nothing but coincidence. But I don't think it's likely to be a coincidence when five different people have nightmares in the same night, do you?"

"I guess not," Ward frowned.

"Coulson's getting in touch with S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ," Skye told him, leaning her head on his shoulder. He immediately wrapped an arm around her back, the action practically a reflex by now, "Hopefully they'll have an idea of what it could be." She stifled a yawn behind her hand.

"I'd say get some sleep, but I'm not sure that's such a good idea," Ward said quietly, leaning his head on top of hers.

"Definitely not a good idea," Skye agreed, "I'm going to do some research, see if anything like this has ever happened before. There's always a chance right?" Ward nodded.

"I guess it's worth a try," he agreed, "I'm going to make some coffee."

"Bring me some?" Skye asked, looking at him pleadingly. Ward rolled his eyes.

"I suppose, as it's you..." he smiled slightly, knowing that Skye had been suffering with a lack of sleep for longer than he had and probably needed the caffeine more.

"Thank you," Skye said kissing him lightly before he stood up, "Also, could you talk to May about all this? I've got a feeling that we're going to need the whole picture to figure this one out."

Ward nodding, holding onto her hand for just that little bit longer before he left the room. Skye sighed, rubbing her eyes tiredly before standing up and leaving as well.

And there it is! So, obviously this is very different to WtP?, and it's only the prologue (though I felt like I got quite a lot into it). I haven't set myself a chapter limit this time (I never stick to them anyways), so I haven't really got a clue of how long this is going to be.

Pretty, pretty please leave a review if you deem this chapter worthy; they make my day a thousand times over (and, as it is the first of December, I will most definitely consider any reviews as early christmas gifts for which I will love you forever!) Until the next time dear readers: thank you ever so much for reading! TTFN :3