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Ward

Garrett walks in again, approximately 2 hours and 13 minutes later, give or take a few minutes. He's wearing his characteristic smirk that fills me with dread: he's going to hurt someone, and all I can do is hope it's not Skye.

Skye. She's my light in my darkness, but I can't taint her. I have to make sure that she survives, even if that means I die. It's the only way to make up for what I did.

Garrett punches Skye in the stomach. She gasps in pain, but bites her lip to stop any more noise getting out. I growl loudly. Garrett laughs.

He crouches in front of Skye.

"Now, girl, I need you to hack something for me. An old S.H.I.E.L.D file. Will you do that for me?" He asks in a deadly soft voice.

"Go to hell!" She spits. Skye will never change. She doesn't ever give in to the enemy. But here, it might kill her. Garrett's expression darkens. He walks over to me calmly and pulls put a long, wicked looking knife. I swallow, knowing he's going to use that on me, and concentrate on distancing myself from the situation. I lock myself up in my head, a trick I learnt courtesy of my older brother. I don't want Skye to worry about me. My technique works because I don't react even as Garrett stabs the knife through my hand. Skye screams, and Garrett smiles.

"So you still care about him, then?" He muses. "I think we're going to have some fun now..."


Coulson

"May, how far?" I ask May urgently. She glares at me.

"Get out of my cockpit." She says in a deadly calm voice, one I remember means get out or I'll kill you. I back up quickly, worrying about Skye. The girl is practically a daughter to me, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to her. Skye means a lot to me. With her affectionate nickname (AC), her snarky attitude, her wittiness...she's a part of the family. And no one hurts my family.

I'll kill anyone who as much as leaves a mark on her...I think darkly as I march over to Simmons. Maybe she'll have something for me.


Skye

Ward has a glassy look in his eyes as Garrett grinds the knife into his hand. I scream in horror. Garrett grins sadistically. And here I thought Ward was crazy: next to this man, he looks like a huge, fuzzy teddy bear.

"I'll keep hurting him until you help me, girl." He tells me. My eyes are open wide: I don't know if I believe him. Isn't Ward meant to be his right hand man? As if sensing my doubt, Garrett punches Ward in the jaw. Ward grimaces.

"Next time, I'll break his wrist." Garrett informs me. "I'll come back in a hour. Give me the right answer then, lass."

"Are you okay?" I ask Ward for the second time in 4 hours, but this time I'm actually concerned. Ward gives me a weak smile.

"I'm fine. Didn't feel it." I don't have to be a genius to tell he's lying to protect me. "Skye, don't give into him, okay? I can take it, and I'm sure May's been teaching you some tricks. If Garrett gets his hands on the information in that file..." Ward shakes his head. "Can you hold out, Skye?"

"Yes. Can you?" I fix him with a pointed look. Ward nods.

"I'm a trained specialist, Skye. I can deal with a little torture."

Come on, Coulson. I think. Come and save me already!