Author's Note: I was previously DarkMoonFairy94 when I was writing this story but I forgot about it until a couple days ago. I tried to log on to finish The Serum and realized I couldn't remember my old email address. So I have created a new account to finish this story. Enjoy!

"Ahhh!" Fitz screamed, only to have a hand clamp down on his mouth.

"Quiet," Agent Ward hissed.

With a shaky finger, Fitz pointed at the charred corpse several yards ahead of him. Grant let go of him and swore softly.

"Talk to me, Ward," Coulson's voice came over the ear piece both agents wore.

"There's a charbroiled body out here, not sure who it was."

There was a moment of silence on the other end and then the senior agent said, "Get in there and find Skye. Backup is on the way, their ETA is in five minutes."

"Will do," Ward promised. "C'mon, Simmons."

"I'm Fitz, Jemma's Simmons."

Ward didn't bother to respond, opting instead to pick him up by the collar and dragged him toward the S.H.I.E.L.D. Compound. Crouching low, both men hurried to the steel-plated door and Fitz stared at the key pad with a look of concentration.

"I need a number and alphabet sequence to open the door," Fitz said. "There are numerous combinations I could try but I might set off an alarm." He started digging through his bag of tools. "I could use the E.L.F. to find the right combination."

With an annoyed look, Ward pressed a finger to his ear. "We need the combination."

"Zero, Niner, Charlie, Tango, Victor, Eight, Foxtrot," came Coulson's deadpan, but pleasant voice over the earpiece.

"What?" Fitz asked.

With a sigh, Ward punched in the correct sequence and the door slid open with a quiet hiss. "Let's go."

Fitz looked somewhat forlornly at the E.L.F., then stuffed it back into his bag before following the field agent. How Agent Ward knew where he was going, Fitz didn't know. All he knew was that he was completely lost as they went down one empty corridor after another with Ward occasionally flattening himself against the wall and checking furtively around the corners.

He couldn't help thinking he was in the middle of a rather bad James Bond film. He let himself smile as he thought of what Jemma would say if she were here. She would be making fun of Ward and doing that delightful imitation of him. It was a game he, Jemma, and Skye liked to play whenever Ward was especially being bothersome.

Fitz gulped. Right, Skye, focus on her.

They came across another door with a number and alphabet sequence and he was secretly happy that Agent Coulson didn't know the code because he was able to use his E.L.F for the first time. After all, if he didn't do anything other than follow Ward around what good was he on this mission?

The door slid open and they were greeted with the sight of Doctor Silensky standing over an unconscious Skye with a needle pressed to her neck.

"Drop it," Ward ordered in his best menacing voice.

A panicked look spread across Doctor Silensky's face and he pressed the plunger. Fitz watched with fascinated horror as the dark substance drained into her neck.

A gunshot went off, startling him. The doctor stumbled backward, dropping the needle as he stared in astonishment at the bright red spot seeping through his white lab coat.

"Fitz!" Ward growled as he kept his gun trained on the doctor.

"On it," he rushed over to Skye and checked her pulse. "She's still alive."

"What did you inject her with?" Ward demanded.

The doctor sat on the floor abruptly and began to laugh. "You're too late!"

Ward moved closer. "What did you inject her with? Tell me or I'll-"

"You'll what?" the doctor taunted. "Torture me? I have created a masterpiece. No one can stop me!" he gave another maniacal laugh.

Ward dropped on one knee and used his gun to dig into Doctor Silensky's wounded shoulder. The doctor gave out a low scream at the pain and clenched his teeth together. "The antidote, now!"

"I never made one," he confessed.

Ward made a sound in the back of his throat that resembled a Bob Cat, but before he could wring out anymore answers, the backup arrived and swarmed the place.

Skye was taken back to The Bus to be monitored and Doctor Silensky was cuffed and taken to a secure location.

Fitz and Ward silently prayed that their friend would be all right.

Skye woke up to find herself alone in her room. Her head felt like a van had hit her head on and her mouth tasted of cotton. She hadn't felt this bad since she had gotten drunk at that Halloween party a friend of hers had invited her to.

With a groan she sat up, stomach roiling nauseously. Her chest ached too, though not the usual kind of ache you get when you have a chest cold. She felt like there was something missing, something she needed to find.

A knock at the door broke her from her musing. Wincing, at the loud noise Skye put her head in her hands and told the person to come in.

"Skye," came the familiar voice of AC. "Are you all right?"

For some reason her heart skipped a beat when she heard him. Looking up, Skye stared at him mesmerized. It dawned on her that he had been what was missing. She felt like her entire chest was going to explode if she didn't act now!

"Skye?" he asked again when she didn't answer him.

She jumped to her feet and pushed him against the wall. A startled look crossed the agent's face. "AC." she breathed and kissed him passionately. He didn't kiss her back, but that was all right because she was sure he would come around eventually.

Skye pried his lips open and stuck her tongue in his mouth, savoring the taste that was uniquely him with a hint of the coffee he drank that morning.

Coulson shook off his shock and pushed her away. "Skye!" he protested and then she was on him again pressing her lips urgently to his. She had an almost animalistic quality to her forcefulness and he wonder what the hell the doctor had done to her.

He jerked his head away and she immediately began nibbling on his neck. He tried pushing her away again, but she was ready for him and fought back, her lips hardly leaving his skin.

"Agent Ward!" he finally screamed. He heard pounding feet heading their way. Skye grabbed his head and began kissing him again, shoving her tongue down his throat. Under normal circumstances he would have been flattered at her attention, but this was definitely not normal circumstances.

Ward came into the room and made a choking sound. Coulson tried to signal with his eyes that he needed assistance. Thankfully, he understood the message and together they managed to pry Skye off him and pinned her to the bed.

"What the hell did he do to her?" Ward asked.

"I was wondering the same thing." Skye's eyes were on him and she whimpered pathetically. "FitzSimmons!" Coulson yelled. "Get a sedative." He didn't know if they would be able to hear him if they were in their lab already.

Several seconds later they came in with May in tow.

Skye broke free from them and threw herself at Coulson. They rolled around on the floor, her mouth seeking his. Ward and May grabbed her arms and pushed her to the floor and Coulson grabbed her legs.

"No!" she screamed. "Please!" She stared at him pathetically.

"FitzSimmons," he said, looking away from her.

While Fitz sat on her stomach, Simmons prepped the needle, then inserted the end into her arm. Skye thrashed around madly for a few seconds before the sedative kicked in and she slumped to the floor, unconscious.

"Well," Coulson said, standing up to straighten his suit and tie. "I think it would be best if we strapped her down until we find out exactly what Doctor Silensky did to her." With a slight smile to reassure the team that everything would be fine, he walked out of the room toward his office to report to Director Fury what had happened.