This is my first AOS fanfiction, so bear with me please.-Mermaid12108 (Megan)

Monsters, Chapter Uno

Skye should hate him. And in a way, she did. He had murdred countless numbers of people. He had betayed the team, betrayed her. He was loyal to the man who had her shot. The man who was willing to kill her just to satisfy his morbid curiosity. She should want him dead.

But she didn't.

She should say that she despised his very presence.

But she didn't.

She shouldn't love him.

But she did.

Skye took a deep breath, her finger hovering over the button that had blocked Ward from her. She refused to acknowladge the way it trembeled. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, and the room felt stiffling even though she knew it was set to a chilly 50 degrees. She had told herself that she could do this. It was for valuable intel. It was the whole reason he was here. It was her job as an agent to do what the director told her too. She had known it wouldn't be easy. She just never expected it to be this hard. Taking in one last deep breath, she hit the button, opening the connection back up. Ward sat on his cot, looking down at his hands. His head jerked up, eyes meeting hers. They stayed there. Skye felt like squirming. His gaze made her feel like she had a giant spotlight trained on her. But she forced herself to stay still, making her face void of any emotion that would display what she was feeling.

"You're back." he said. He eyes flicked to the camera. "And you turned the camera off."

She walked over the the chair, setting the tablet back onto it's stand as she sat. The cold metal bars of the chair pressed into her back, reminding her not to relax. Not that she ever could, around Ward. She sat there for a minute, as he watched her. She stood, needing to do something. Nervous energy churned in the pit of her stomach.

"I haven't lied to you, you know." He said, watching her pace. She made sure to look calm and nonchalant, not nervous and skittish like she felt.

"I never lied about your father. You just never gave me a chance-"

"I know." She said, facing him. "But I'm giving you the chance now. And I want to know everything."

So he told her.

"Isn't there anything else?" Skye said, coming so close to the barrier she could feel the heat rolling off of it. "Please, Ward." Her voice broke on the last word. Normally she would hate that, but right now she couldn't bring herself to care.

"No." He said. "But we can find him. Together."

Of course. He may not have been lying to her, but he was tring to escape. As always. She stepped back, swallowing past the lump in her throat and reusing to let the tears that threatened to spill over fall.

"I promise you." he said for what felt like the millionth time.

"Thank you. For telling me everything you know. It's time we get you out of here." she said, forcing her voice not to show the tears that were stuck in her throat.

Shock splashed across his face. "Really?" Little did he know.

"Really. You're being transfered, Ward. Your brother wants you in his custody. And we're going to give him exactly what he wants."

Horror replaced the shock on Ward's face. Panic filled his eyes. He shook his head, backing away from her, falling onto the cot when his knees hit it. It was one of the few times she had seen Ward scared.

Skye slammed the door shut, leaning against the brick wall beside it. The tears came then, spilling down hr cheeks. Everything her father had done...she couldn't bear to think of it. Swallowing back the rest of the tears, she wiped off her cheeks and headed toward Coulson's office. She knocked on the doorframe before she walked in. "Director?" She said, still not used to calling him that. He turned away frrom the window, uncrossing his arms. "Yes?"

"I was wondering if I could be peresnt in the transfer? It would just make me feel so much better, actually being able to see him locked up somewhere that isn't our basement." Skye explained.

He appeared to consider it. "Okay." He said finally, agreeing. She hadn't been sure he would. "We move out in an hour."

She nodded. "Thank you." She turned to leave, when- "Oh, and Skye?" She turned back around. "Yes?"

"Be careful with him. I know what he's been saying, but..." But he was a time bomb with no visable clock. Skye nodded. "I know." And then she left.

"Do not give him one inch." Coulson said to one of the guards as another pulled the hood off of Ward's head. Suprise spread across his face when he saw Skye, but he said nothing. Skye returned his suprise with a blank stare. They ushered him into the back of the van, sitting him on one of the metal benches. Guards sat on either side of him. Another two at the front, and two on the bench opposite from him, plus Skye. Skye watched him out of the corner of her eye, not able to trust him even with what he'd said and the assurence of there being six guards between them. He was smoothing his fingers of his left hand over the thumb of his right. He blew out a breath, opening his eyes. What was he doing? He looked her dead in the eye, making her skin crawl.

"I'm sorry." He mouthed.

And that was the only warning she got.

Everything seemed to slow down as he applied pressure to his thumb. Skye heard the crack, right before the cuff slid off of his wrist. He took out the guards in the front first, before the guards beside him pinned his arms down. He used that as momentum, kicking the guards beside Skye in the face. The gaurds beside him slid down the bench, trying to regain their footing. Ward took this as an oppurtunity to grab a gun from one of the fallen guards. He shot the first in the shoulder, and the second in the leg. Skye sprung into action, attempting to swipe his legs out fom under him. He anticipated her move, grabbing her leg and tugging her down. Her head smacked of of one of the benches, and she could have sworn she saw cartoon birdies. She rolled out of the way at the last minute, causing Ward to fall to the floor, his balance lost. She scrambled up, but of course he was already there. He had always been faster than her. The space in the back of the van was small, but she made it work. She jerked out her elbow, catching him in the stomach. It did nothing, except maybe slow him down for a second. He caught her shoulders, pinning them down. She thashed, kicking out. He grunted as she nailed him in the knee, and a bolt of satisfaction went through her. It didn't last for long, though, because the nest thing she knew, he had her pinned against the door that opened to the drivers compartment. She struggled, kicking out her legs, but to no avail.

"I'm sorry." He said, and if the sitution were different, she would have laughed. "It was never meant to be this way. But I'm keeping my promise to you. So it has to be this way."

She didn't have a chance to reply. He wretched her head back, slamming it against the door. All she saw next was darkness.

Let me guys know what you think!-Megan