A/N Yay! I got two reviews so here's the second chapter. I'll post another fanfic in a bit because I have an idea! Sorry if this took long to post :/

Disclaimer: (I realise I forgot to do this last chapter :/) I don't own Skye, Ward or any characters except Mr James, who I'm actually not to pleased with myself for creating.

Skye's POV

All I did was stop, for not even a minute. I shouldn't even have done that. I knew he would catch up with me. Well, one or the other. With my luck it was the one who I was more freaking terrified of. My foster dad. I had tried to run because, well, I was scared of him. Absolutely terrified. He dragged me back to his house, whilst I was trying to scream, his hand muffling my voice. I wasn't gonna bite him. If I did, he'd give me Hell for it later. "Mary Sue Poots you bitch!" He shouted, throwing me onto the floor when we reached the house. I instantly tried to leg it up the stairs, but he grabbed the back of my shirt and dragged me back down. "Please Mr James! Please don't!" I begged, "I didn't- I didn't-" he slapped me across the face to make me shut up. "Save it, you useless bitch!" He screamed in my face, before kicking me in the ribs.

Ward's POV

I stared through the window of the man, who was evidently known as Mr James' house, watching the occurring scene in horror. The young girl known as 'Mary Sue' was on the floor, trying to get away after being thrown down by Mr James who was currently kicking her continuously in the ribs. I had to do something. I still had my gun in my holster from my previous mission, so, without thinking, I burst into the house, pointing the gun at Mr James and shouted "Mr James you are under arrest for child abuse!" The man looked up at me and scowled. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He lied, looking straight into my eyes, "Mary tell him I've never laid a single finger on you." She looked up, her face had several bruises forming on it and her nose was bleeding, she was also holding her side from where he'd kicked her. "W-Why should I? I think it's pretty obvious anyway." She said, shaking uncontrollably.

Skye's POV

He kicked me in the head, glaring at me with murderous eyes when I didn't agree with him and said he'd deal with me later, before turning back to the man. "You don't seem like the type to work for the police." He said, raising an eyebrow at him. I disagreed. He was tall, muscular, obviously very well built... "That's because the people I work for are much, much worse than the police." The guy replied, stepping closer the Mr James and placing the barrel of the gun against his chest, "So I suggest you surrender and come with me, or feel your heart stopping." All I could do was stare at the two of them in shock. Mr James glared at the guy for a while, before putting his hands up in a mock surrender. "Fine. Arrest me. But I doubt you'd have the guts to kill me anyway." The bloke took out some handcuffs from his pocket and clicked them onto Mr James' wrists. "Stay here and I'll take him to the police station." He told me and I nodded, meekly, leaning back against the wall, not wanting to attempt to move.

Ward's POV

I was slightly relieved that the man had obliged to come with me. I mean, I probably would've been arrested myself if I had actually shot him. Not that I wasn't going to if he refused to come with me. I saw what he did to that girl. I took him back to the station, which was conveniently down the street, where they immediately arrested him then made my way back to the house. Mary was still sat on the floor, shaking a bit so I went and sat next to her. She looked at me, about to apologize, then, as she opened her mouth, she must have recognized me from before in the street because she scrambled to her feet and bolted up the stairs where I heard a door lock and sighed, following after her, before banging on the door and requesting to come in. "Mary can I come in? I won't hurt you." I told her, but to no avail.

Skye's POV

When I figured out he was the guy from the street, I ran up the stairs to get away from him because, truth be told, I was a bit afraid of him. But I replied to him anyway. "First thing first. Don't. Call me. Mary. Sue. Poots. My name is Skye. I hate the name Mary Sue Poots. That is not my name. Okay? Okay. And secondly, no. You can't come in. You could be a pedophile for all I know. Thirdly, how do I know that? You looked like you were gonna in the streets, plus I now happen to know you have gun. Oh wait..." I smirked and took the gun out of m my pocket. Not having Mr James around was very good for my confidence and taking a gun out of someone's pocket was a doddle when they weren't paying attention to it.