My first attempt at an Agents of SHIELD fanfic, hope you enjoy it.

I OWN NOTHING!

Snow crunched beneath her feet as she walked down the street leaving a trail of her blood on the icy concrete. She lacked clothes in comparisonto the weather. Her jeans were torn , her boots were untied and her tank top was damp with snow and blood. Dried bood –hers and strangers' –caked on her pale skin and was tangled in her hair. Shivers raked her body and tears threatened to spill over.

Her team; they were all dead because of her. Her past. Those men, they were from the Clan. They found her and killed her team trying to geet her back. Michael. She could hear him screaming at her. "Run, Linds," he shouted to her. And she did, his gut-wrenching yelp echoing after her.

Those men that killed Micheal, Evens and Shannon, they were the men who raised her. She should've known they would find her, they had probably been tracking her.

The static in her ear stopped and a voice came over her Comm.

"Agent Conway," a voice said. She didn't respond, she couldn't respond.

"Lindsey," they persisted.

She couldn't distiguish whether the voice was male or female and the words being sopken didn't register in her mind Then she could hear someone approaching her, definitely with purpose. But, she didn't care. It could be those men, but they could kill her for all she cared, there was nothing left for her here. Lindsey looked up and saw a man she knew. Coulson. Something in the back of her mind flickered reminding her that he was supposed to be dead. That didn't bother her though.

She let him drapeto thick blanket over her nearly frozen body and pick her up. Her small body lay limp in his ars and her head lulled to the side, resting on his chest.

"It's gonna be okay, Lindsey," he siad in his knowing agent voice. "I've got you."

Her big green eyes stared off into nothing, glazed over withshock. They blinked open and closed slowly as she drifted away. Them, her eyes didn't open back up and he could feel her breathing become more jagged against his neck. He sped his steps up; he waas loosing her and she needed medical attention now.

Coulson ran up into the cargo hold with Lindsey laying lifeless in his arms. He made a beeline for the lab where he knew FitsSimmons would be –even at this hour. He clatted through the door startling both of the scientists.

"I need a favour," he said.

"Of course," Simmons saaid beginning to clear off the table. Her partner did the same quickly.

Coulson lied her down on the table and the blanket fell off of her. Simmons gasped when she saw the gashed covering her body, the blood staining her clothes and skin, and the way her lips were tinted blue.

"What happened to this girl?" Fitz demanded

"Her team was attacked by hostile forces, HQ called in a missing containment team. I found her wandering the streets," Coulson explained.

"Who who is she?" Simmons asked as her and Fitz set to work.

"Agent Lindsey Conway. Level 6 Clearance."

Fitz pulled up her information on his handheld before projecting it onto the screen. There was a picture of her in the upper-left corner, a lot of missing information and a clip at the bottom of the screen of her and and a boy about her age fighting a group of assailiants.

"There's not much information on her," Fitz commented.

"It's like she didn't exist," Jemma added slathering antiseptic on a cut on Lindsey's shoulder.

"Her body temperature is significantly lower than it should be," Leo said.

"She was wondering around in the snow for God knows how long."

"How do you know her?" Leo asked giving the girl a syringe filled with antibiotic.

"Sitwell and I recruited her when she was twelve. How is she?"

"Well, she lost a vast amount of blood and it looks like she was on the brink of hypothermia," Simmons began.

"She ill probably need stitches on several wounds," Fitz began lifting her shirt. "By the looks of these bruises, several ribs have been fractured."

" And she possibly sustained a minor concussion," Simmons concluded. "But she'll be okay."

"Coulson," Fitz said urgently. "Have you ever seen a brand like this."

"No," he said his brow knitting to gether. "But she had a… well, complicated past that involves a hidden warcraft program. Most of these programs brand their warriors."

"She covered in scars," Simmons commented under her breath.

This girl, she looked like she ha dbeen in a war. But, she couldn't have been older than sixteen. What were they getting themselves into?

Lindsey started awake, gasping for air. Her skin was coated in cold sweat and warm tears filled her eyes. But, once the shock of her nightmare wore off –it was Michael, his blood staining her hands as she tried to stop the bleeding –she realized she didn't know where she was. Her head was pounding and it felt like she was drowning in pain. The holster on her hip was empty when she brushed her hand over it and the dagger taped to her thigh was gone. Whoever had her imprisioned was smart enough to check her for weapons. She ripped the IV out of her arm and flung her leg over the side of the table. In the box by the counter she was laying on she found a syringe labled 'sedative' she grabbed it, gripping it in her fist.

Lindsey reached for the doorknob and turned it easily. Idiots, they didn't even lock the door. She walked down the hallway taking in every detail. The floor was metal grated like the walls, there was a window at the far end of the hall. She looked out it and saw nothing, but clouds. They must've been on some weird plane. She could hear voices coming through a cracked door with warm light draining out of it. Not like the blinding flourecent lights in the hallway or the dim light that lit the room she woke up in. Light that you would find in a house with kids running around –at least that's what they showed in movies –a family setting.

Slowly, she pushed the door open, peeking through the crack. There was a girl sprawled out on the couch with her legs thrown over a man with severe muscles. The man was playing with the laces of her boots laughing at something. A man with his back to her was saying something to a woman who had a stone-hard expression on her face. Two other people sat on a couch –a boy and a girl –dressed in sweaters and khakis with notebooks around them.

"I'll be right back," the man said rising to his feet. He walked out of the room and stood with his arms crossed towering over the teenager in front of him. "Sleeping beauty finally wakes."

"Very funny, Coulson," Lindsey said crossing her arms over her chest. "Where am I?"

"Ever heard of the Bus?"

"Yeah, agent legend. It doesn't exist."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Coulson smirked. "You're on the Bus. It's my newest toy."

"Great, I've died and gone to hell. You're dead and so am I."

"I'm not dead; I was, but I'm not anymore."

"Oh, so youre a ghost. Like I'm naïve enough to believe that."

"I'm not a ghost."

"I need a drink," Lindsey sighed.

"You're sixteen."

"So," Lindsey demanded. "I'm not an american citizen."

Coulson sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose, she was giving him a head ache.

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Love,

Kaylie