Hey, I'm back! Another Skye and Ward centric story, because they are my favorites. This should be a few chapters, and of course, their lives are in danger. Enjoy and Please Review!:-)

Ward sighed as he and Skye slowly pulled up near the aluminum trailer. He kept some distance between the car and the trailer, not only in an attempt to catch their man off guard, but to keep some space away from the trailer that may or may not be containing some type of tesseract device. Ward felt his Black Ops trained instincts snap into the alert and pulled out his weapon.

Reaching for his ankle, Ward pulls out his back-up piece, a Sig 9 mm, and hands it to Skye. "Remember, safety and clip release," he tells her. "Only pull the trigger if necessary."

"Yes sir," she says in a macho voice.

"Skye, I'm serious!"

"Okay, okay. I got it."

They exit the car and carefully came up along the side of the rusty trailer. There was no movement coming from inside, and Ward climbed up the steps to the entrance and banged on the door.

"Johnathan Philips, come out now with your hands up!"

It was silent inside and Ward pounded on the door once more. He was about to open it when Skye noticed something in the window.

"Ward! Wait!" She pointed to the colorful wires along the ground.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded, "Nice catch Rookie."

Ward peeked through the window and saw the wires that lead to a pound of C4, primed to explode as soon as the door opened. He recognized it as a simple set-up. The only problem was that there was no way inside.

"Can you defuses it?" Skye asks.

"Ya...but," he replies. "I can't really see much. Here, maybe you can get a better look. Give me the gun."

Ward holstered both guns and clasps his hands together so she could use them as a step. He boosted her up and she grabbed onto his shoulders for balance. He couldn't help but smile up at her as he caught a whiff of her apple scented shampoo. Also, the view from below her was also a nice reminder of just how much of a woman she really was.

"Wow." Skye lets out in surprise.

"What is it?"

"He has a crap load of stuff."

"Skye, focus! What do you see?"

"Um...a box of white clay and remotes with wires around them."

"So, C4 and detonators."

"Man, this guy's crazy." Skye looked at Ward. "Can put me down now."

He helped her down, getting a little closer to her face than she was expecting and eye contact was made. Their noses were centimeters away. They could both feel the breath of one another, taking them off guard for a tense few moments.

Skye regathered her bearing and looked quickly away to the ground, trying to hide the flush that came to her face. "We should call the others." She suggested, trying to rid her mind of the feeling she felt having Ward hold her and the look he held in his eyes when he brought her down.

"Yeah...okay." Ward broke off as well and reached for his phone, but realized it wasn't one him.

"Dammit!" He had to take his jacket off when it became too warm for it in the car and he must have forgotten that his phone was in the pocket.

"What?" Skye asked.

"I left my phone in the car. I'll be right back." He grumbled. He grabs his back-up and hands it to Skye again. "Just. In. Case."

Ward walked off towards the car while Skye continued to look around the area surrounding the trailer for any clues as to where the suspect had gone. Going around the back of the trailer, there was an old pickup truck still parked, and Skye believes that he most likely ran off into the woods.

She turned to see Ward approach the car, and that's when she saw it. Just under the car, there was a small, but unmistakable flash of light, and she screamed out a warning, but it was too late.

"Grant, Run!"

Ward stopped and turned back towards her shout, but it all was happening too quickly for him to react. The flames shot out from underneath the carriage of the car followed by the earsplitting roar of the blast after that. Flying metal, heat and pain registered across his body as he flew towards the ground and landed face down.

Skye was forced to the ground by the explosion, but ran to Ward as fast ask she could get her legs to move once the blast was over.

His back was on fire and she quickly whipped off her vest and used it to put the flames out before he could be badly burned. As she looked him over, he didn't appear to be burned, except only on his back. The two shirts he'd been wearing (white t-shirt under his white button up) had prevented him from serious injury. His skin was red under the burnt holes of the shirts, but not blistered.

"Ward? Do you hear me?...GRANT!" The lack of response had Skye extremely worried. She turned him over and get a better look at his possible injuries. His face was unscratched, but dirty. She figures that he hit his head on the ground, which is why he's unconscious.

Skye did her best to try to treat Ward right here, but a shot rang out and hit the tree right behind her. She realized that Philips must have been waiting for them out in the woods and planted the bomb on the car while the were checking out the trailer. She panicked as another bullet whizzed by. Thankfully, Philips was a better bomb maker then shooter.

With the car out of the question for cover, Skye had no choice but to grab Ward from behind his shoulders and haul him backwards towards the treeline. Once they were behind a large tree, Skye, with shaky hands, grabbed her weapon and aimed in the direction the shots were being fired from.

But do you have what it takes to pull the trigger? Quinn's voice echos in her head.

She glanced at Ward. "Yes...now I do!"

She looks up and saw the flash of a muzzle nearly 200 yards away. She takes a deep breath, aims, and fires. Her first shot was a total miss, but once she got the feel for it, her aiming improved. She starts hitting the tree he's behind.

Hearing a yell across the distance, Skye assumes that she must have hit him and couldn't stop the smile forming.

Making sure Ward was still doing okay, she cautiously makes her way out and sees the suspect was not moving.

"Johnathan Philips?" She calls. He remained motionless on the ground. She finds the back pack he's wears is glowing, and figures the tesseract device is it. As she approaches him, Skye couldn't see his weapon, but before she could react, he suddenly came to life and rolled over.

Two shots rang out across the woods, one from Skye's gun and one from Philips. The sound of bodies hit the ground, then everything went silent.