Hey! Here's my newest fan fic! This fan fiction takes place after season 1, but if Garrett had never been shot, but escaped with Ward.

The chapters will be short, and I only plan for it to last for around 4 or 5 chapters.

Enjoy, and don't forget to review!

Skye

My hands tingle from blood loss as I struggle against my bonds. I glare at my captor: the one and only Grant Douglas Ward.

He watches me with narrowed eyes. The room is silent except for mine and his breathing. Only, he's not really my captor. He's a prisoner, tied to a chair opposite me. Because when he brought me in, Garrett punched me, and he got defensive. So they chucked him in with me. That was 13 hours ago, by my estimate.

24 hours ago, I was captured by HYDRA. Captured because I was stupid enough to go in alone, without back up. And now they had me, right where they wanted me.

The door opens and Garrett strolls in. He laughs slightly at my expression.

"Oh, sweetheart." He chuckles. "Don't like the company?"

"Screw you!" I yell, trying to get free. Garrett watches my antics with amusement.

"You're hilarious, sweetheart." He tells me before moving to Ward.

"Why did you have to turn on me, son?" He asks. "You hurt Skye." Ward glares.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot: you're sweet on the girl." Garret shrugs. "Well, she's going to tell us what we need, before I hand her over to Flowers. And you, Ward, are going to help me."

Both Ward and I look confused until Garrett whips out a gun. The safety makes a loud, audible noise as he flicks it off. I swallow. What does Garrett want to do with it?

Garrett walks over to me and strokes the muzzle down my face. I try not to flinch.

"You still say 'bang' when someone pulls the trigger?" Garrett asks in a whisper. In a flash, he point the gun at Ward and shoots him in the shoulder. Ward grunts in pain, his face twitching as he tries to suppress it. I watch in horror as blood spills out of the wound, staining his shirt.

"Bang." Garrett says before walking out of the room. "I'll be back!" He calls.

Although he's the enemy, I can't help but ask Ward if he's okay. Ward gives me a familiar irritated look.

"No, I'm just fine." He says sarcastically. "It's not like I was shot, or anything."

"Sorry for caring, Ward!" I shoot back angrily.

"Skye, would you just focus on yourself?" Ward asks, exasperated. "You need to get out of here, before Garrett hurts you too."

"I'm currently tied to a chair." I point out snarkily. "How do you suggest I get out of here, Ward?"

He groans, rolling his eyes. I notice the flash of pain that goes through his eyes before he controls it. And then I consider how much pain he might be from the still leaking wound.

"Are you okay?" I ask suddenly

"I'll live." Ward grimaces. "I've had worse."

We fall silent for a moment.

"You know I'm sorry right?" Ward asks suddenly. "I never wanted you to get hurt, but-"

"You're a raging sociopath who's loyalty was never to Coulson but the psychopath that just shot you." I interrupt. A ghost of a smile tugs on Ward's lips, despite his pain. And for a brief moment, I have my old SO back, before we found out that he was a traitor. But it's gone quickly, when I remember what this man did to Fitz.

"Yeah." He agrees. "Something like that."

Coulson

"We have to find her, May!" I yell at Melinda May, one of my only friends.

"And we will, Phil." May says calmly. "Simmons is working on that right now. So calm down and drink some tea."

May's right. I think, taking deep breaths. Skye's going to be fine. I sip at my tea. Please be fine, Skye.

"We've found her!" Simmons screams from the lab. "Her tracking chip finally solidified, so she's stopped moving."

"Let's go, then." I say, pausing only to say:

"Good job, Simmons."