His breath glided across her neck sending shivers down her spine. She could feel his hands gripping her waist, steadying her. She was thankful; her knees seem to grow weaker with each passing second. She pulled away to look him, his strong jaw and sandy blonde hair. His eyes reminded her of the sky on the clear day. His lips were slightly parted. He slid his fingers up her sides and under her shirt. She started to squirm as he lifted her shirt over her head tossing it to the side. She could feel her heart beating against her ribs.

She ran her fingers through his hair, stopping at the back of his head and tugged. She leaned forward kissing his exposed neck. A low moan passed through his lips. It vibrated through his body and she could feel it under his skin. Without warning he had lifted her up and pushed her against the wall; the breath she was holding passed through her lips.

He started to trail kisses down her neck. Once at the bottom he started to follow her collarbone, each kiss was more electrifying then the one before. It was her that was moaning now. She tried to pull in air but with each kiss her left on her she exhaled more than she pulled in. She started to feel dizzy and she wanted the feeling to last.

"Charlotte," It echoed, as if she was walking down a hallway and someone was calling after her. She tried to respond but her body felt heavy. She could feel her eyes moving under her eyelids. She try to open them, when she finally started to open them bright light flooded her and caused a sharp pain behind her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut letting the pain subside.

It took a few minutes before her she worked up the courage to open her eyes again. It wasn't as painful but there was a discomfort in having them open. "Charlotte," It was the voice, she recognized that it was female. She looked around the room to find a source. On her left a woman with shoulder length brown hair was standing next to her bed. She had a clipboard pressed towards her chest. "Hello. I am Dr. Jemma Simmons. How are you feeling?"

She looked around before answering. There were several people walking around some in scrubs and others in white lab coats. There was a giant window at the end the other side of the room; it was clear except for the frosted eagle painted in a circle. Behind the glass there was a man with short hair in a suit next to a female with long hair and bangs. She was wearing a button down pale blue shirt with the sleeved roller up towards her sleeves. She looked back at the doctor realizing she was waiting for answer.

"Sluggish."

"That maybe be a side effect from the antibiotics. You should be good to go in a few hours once they run their course." She watched her look at the papers on her clipboard.

"Where am I?" Jemma looked towards her again.

"Don't you remember?"

"Remember what?" She scooted herself into a more comfortable position and waited for answer.

"The fight?" Jemma turned towards the window and gave a worried look to the Director.

"What fight? How did I get out? They kept me in the basement." Phil Coulson walked into the room after Jemma had given him a worried look.

"It doesn't matter. All the matter is that your safe and you wont have to worry about them anymore." She found comfort in Phil's voice.

He opened his mouth to say something but there was a knock on the glass. A woman, shorter than herself, was standing in front of the glass. She had thin eyes, black hair, and an unreadable look on her face. She nodded towards Phil and walked away. "I'll be back."

"We should have you off the monitors soon," Jemma was standing next to her again, "Is there anything you remember?"

She laid back and though for a moment. She remembers the cell and, the cold stonewalls. There was a metal door with a slot, memories of screaming and banging at the door. She had broken her hands and feet attacking the door. After having gone through a total of three surgeries from self inflicted damages that had chained her to the wall. Looking down at her wrists there were several scars from the shackles. They where several shades lighter than her skin and raised were raised.

She pushed her mind, there had to be something else. There had to be something before the walls and chain. She remembers noises, at one time they were voices but they had become distorted. There was a flickering light, sounds of metal on metal, screaming in the distance, and she remembers red. There was a lot blood, on her skin, on the walls, and on the clothing around her.

She couldn't remember anything but the rooms and the halls. She couldn't push the screams out of her head. Some were hers and somewhere the people on the metal slab next to her.

Her chest felt tight and she was struggling to pull a breath in. She could feel tears welling up behind her eyelids. She placed her hands over eyes desperately trying to push the memories out of her mind. Her cheeks were we from the tears. Someone was trying to talk to her but the words were warped. Her hands were pulled from her face. A man was leaning over her; his had dark skin and dark brown eyes. He was wearing a blue button down with a jacket over top it. She saw his mouth moving but all she could hear was a high pitched ringing in her ears.

In the corner of her eye something caught her attention. It was the girl she saw standing outside of the window earlier. She was holding a mug and seemed to be waiting for her chance to walk over. She looked up and noticed she was staring and walked over. She managed to get everyone to back away and held out the mug as a gift. With shaky hands she took the ceramic cup and the scent of honey and lemon filled her mind. She sipped the tea as the ringing in her ears subsided.

"I'm Skye, I use to get really bad anxiety attacks as well. One of my foster sisters told me to drink tea with lemon to soothe my nervous. I hated tea so I added honey to mask the taste," Charlotte nodded to afraid her voice would drop as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Do you have any medical information we should know about?" Charlotte shook her head and inhaled the fumes of the tea. "Okay, do you have anyone we can call?"

"No," She finally calmed herself enough to answer the agent, "I'm alone."

After she had finished her tea Jemma asked if it was all right to put her on a medicine for anxiety. She agreed and was given an orange bottle with instructions to take once in the morning. After that she was checked over once again to make sure there wasn't anything they missed and gave her clothes to change into.

Skye was back once she finished changing, "Hey. Feeling a bit better?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"If there is anything I can help with let me know," Skye fished into her pocket and pulled out a phone handing it out to her. "I told Coulson it would be best if you had one," Charlotte took the phone and examined it. She slid her fingers lightly over the case and screen. "It has my number, Coulson's, Jemma's, and May's."

"Who's May?"

"Her," Skye tilted her head behind her. When she turned she realized it was the woman who had motioned for Phil earlier.

"We have set up a place for you to live," Phil spoke while May watched her.

"Uh, I. I don't-"

Phil had cut her off and smiled at her, "It's an apartment. Your neighbor is someone I trust with my life. We will help you get situated but I think it's best for you to figure out who you are and how things work for you."

"Thank you."