Disclaimer: I do not own rights to either Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. or Arrow. All rights and privileges go to some rich people in US. I'm just playing in the superhero sandbox.

AN: This was supposed to be finished, but I was talked into continuing. And instead of writing a sequel I thought this would make more sense. Of course, now this is no longer 'finished' and is now a 'work in progress', as if I don't already have enough of those.

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* The Kidnapped al Ghul *
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A few seconds and an eternity later.
Mojave Desert (inside S.H.I.E.L.D. facility)
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"I... you're..."

How are you supposed to react to seeing, for the first time in twenty two years, a member of your biological family? Especially when that person was just a minute ago holding a knife at your throat? Are you supposed to hug them? Smile at them? Punch them in the jaw? Turn around and run in the other direction as fast as legs will carry you?

Skye certainly doesn't know. Luckily for her she only has those few seconds to stand frozen in wide eyed surprise, before the situation changes and makes that decision for her.

Because May is suddenly there with them. Skye sees her kick at Nyssa's knees - her mother's? No, she looks to be in her thirties, too young to have birthed Skye - the woman slips sideways and grabs hold of May's arm while twisting around and using the momentum to attempt to dislocate her teammate's shoulder. But Skye sees May moving the other hand to hit her opponent in the chest - a sister then? Or a cousin? That works, but what is she doing here? - the move lands, but Nyssa doesn't even flinch, she absorbs the punch like it's nothing and dances to the side.

After that Skye can't even follow the movements anymore, they're too fast. She should probably be impressed by the skill Nyssa shows, she's never seen someone face Melinda May and be an actual match to her before. And yes, she hasn't been learning martial arts long, she's barely a novice, but even she can see that this is a fight between two masters.

Finally shaking herself from the daze, Skye looks around for something to use as a weapon. There's a metal chair a few steps to her right. It might do the job.

Except then there's another unfamiliar form joining the fray - and how does everyone keep appearing out of practically nowhere? Someone needs to teach this to Skye. It looks handy - this time it's a masked woman in a blond wig with a staff in her hands.

The blonde only remains by Skye's side long enough to hit her outstretched hand with the weapon and to push her away. Skye's back and head connects with the wall and she hisses, it's more shock than pain, but the slam still stings and the floor seems to shift sideways. Not a good sign.

When she's able to look up again, the new woman has already reached May and Nyssa. And the fight is turning in the favor of the intruders, though May is still definitely holding her own.

As fuzzy around the edges as everything suddenly seems, Skye is the only one who sees the slowly opening doors from the hallway. The three fighters are too distracted with trying to hit each other to notice it as a pajama clad Jemma quietly slips from her room, with what looks to be one of Fitz's magnetic prototypes in hand.

Skye's eyes worriedly flicker towards the blur of almost choreographically flying limbs. But no one seems to be focusing on Jemma and she sighs in relief.

A short one, because Simmons draws the attention herself.

"Agent May!"

Suddenly time seems to slow and Skye sees, almost in slow motion, as May jumps back, as Jemma points her weapon at the intruders, as the masked woman steps in front of Nyssa, and as Jemma fires.

And as the third woman slumps, being carried down by whatever metals are on her person, her hand goes into her jacket pocket. A sound unlike any other bathes the room. Skye's hands clench around her head, trying to smother the mechanical scream waging war against her eardrums.

Right before Skye loses her conscious, she sees the fallen blonde waving in her direction and yelling something at Nyssa.

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An hour later.
Mojave Desert (inside S.H.I.E.L.D. facility)

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Jemma's reddened eyes haven't left the live feed of the unconscious woman from the holding room in fifteen minutes. She's going, for the third time, through the calculations of how long it will take for the tranquilizer May administered, after they could move again, to work off and for their prisoner to regain consciousness. The answer of - from five to ten minutes - hasn't changed, but the exercise distracts her from wondering about Skye.

"What do we know about this woman, May?"

Finally looking away, she turns towards Coulson. Jemma is interested in the answer too, so once she notices the concerned expression on Agent May's face, she focuses on her. When The Cavalry begins looking worried, it's best to start panicking, but Jemma can't allow herself that luxury. Skye is depending on them to find her, there's no time for pointless fear. Unfortunately, her heartbeat doesn't seem to agree.

"She's from the League of Assassins. They both were. I recognize the style."

"But that's just a rumor... isn't it?"

Jemma can't help but interrupt. She's heard of it, The Hub is a treasure trove of such ghost stories after all, but that was supposed to be all they were. Fairytales. Not something that comes alive and takes one of the few truly important people in Jemma's life.

Coulson squeezes her shoulder, but doesn't answer. She supposed there's no point, it's hard to argue something doesn't exist when the proof is locked in their interrogation room, waiting to wake up.

"And what did they want with Skye?"

"I don't know Phil, but you need to see the footage. There's something... off about this."

Jemma takes the silent cue and brings up the events of the kidnapping on the central screen. They watch in silence as Skye enters the hallway from her room, watch as the darkly clad woman follows their teammate, and then they observe the swift confrontation in the hanger bay.

"See there? She had a knife at Skye's throat, she could have cut it and been gone in seconds. Instead she steps back as soon as Skye isn't acting like she's about to scream. This all plays like they wanted to talk to her. But the League doesn't take prisoners."

"Can you zoom in? I want to see what Skye's saying."

Jemma follows Coulson's order. Suddenly her friend's face takes up the whole screen, her heart clenches at the masked fear in it.

"Let's see. You enjoy being... ominous... what do you want with me... wait back up a bit here... uh... Nyssa algul... no... al gule?"

May interrupts him with a frighteningly low voice.

"Al Ghul?"

"Yes."

"Al Ghul is the name of the leader of the League. The woman who took Skye must be one of Ra's al Ghul's daughters."

Jemma's breath hitches. All those stories she's heard, they have one thing in common, the leader is a powerful and horrific man. And now he has Skye.

"A bit high profile isn't it? What would they want with her?"

But Jemma isn't looking at them anymore, her attention zooming in on the side screen where the handcuffed woman laying on the cot is slowly starting to move. The answer to all their questions is coming around. And she is going to talk. She knows Agent May will make sure of it. And if she doesn't, Jemma has a few tricks to herself as well.

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Same time.
Starling City (new Arrow Cave)

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Felicity is installing new firewalls and tampering with one part of the code when her phone rings. She absentmindedly puts it on speaker.

"This is Felicity, if it's not important call back, I have a bug that needs-"

"This is Nyssa al Ghul. I need you to find me the phone number of Melinda May, formerly of S.H.I.E.L.D.."

Felicity's fingers pause their typing and she quickly switches the call to her earpiece. She's already worrying her lip between the teeth. An old nervous habit she's gotten back to after the Slade debacle.

"Is Sara okay? Does she need my help? I mean, I would think if she needed help she would be the one who would call us. Not that you can't call. You can... obviously. But we don't really know each other. Well, we do actually... know each other. You introduced yourself, in a very... intimidating way. And then I introduced me. But that wasn't really about knowing each other. I just meant I know Sara better. Not the way you know Sara of course. You know Sara very well, and I have no interest in knowing her the way you do, I promise, really, I like Oliver... wait that's not... three... two... one. I'll look into it."

"Call me back when you have it."

The line cuts off and Felicity groans. She really needs to find a way to put a lid on her talking when she's feeling nervous. On the bright side, at least Oliver wasn't here to listen to this one. Of course on the dark side an assassin might now be under the impression that Felicity wants to steal her girlfriend, so it would probably have been better the other way around.

She shelves the morbid thoughts of the many ways Nyssa might kill her and enters 'Melinda May' into her search engine.

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Same time.
Las Vegas (unknown warehouse)

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She drops the cell on the table. If this was any other situation Nyssa would be fighting a smile, Sara was right, Felicity is cute. But this isn't any other situation, and all she can think of is the way she left Sara on that floor, to run from there carrying in her arms an unconscious girl she doesn't really even know.

Sara was correct of course. Nyssa couldn't have carried both of them. And her former lover's favored device couldn't have held the others down long enough for her to come back. Still, if Sara hadn't somehow been fused to that floor, Nyssa would have chosen to take her instead.

But she's going to get her back. Her father's orders be damned, she's not going anywhere until Sara is within her sights again.

There's a sound behind her, urging Nyssa to turn around. The girl, Skye, seems to be awake. And staring at her with careful eyes.

"Who was that? And how do you know May?"

"No one. And she's had business with our... organization. I've heard of her."

"So you know she's going to find me. No matter where it is you plan to take me."

Nyssa sees the way Skye is blinking painfully at the light, she sighs and turns all of them, except the one furthest away from the corner where Skye is tied up in, off. Her... guest's stare becomes contemplative.

"Thanks."

"And I am not taking you anywhere yet."

Skye's eyes turn piercing, like she's trying to unravel Nyssa's every thought and intention. She can finally believe that this girl is her father's daughter, Ra's al Ghul wears that same expression when he's reading a person's loyalty. Nyssa can glimpse the intuition that has made the League so great in this twenty something girl. With power and a few more years behind her, Skye will become someone entirely unforgettable.

"The blonde woman. You want to get her back. You... care about her."

Nyssa doesn't bother to deny something with so much truth behind it, even if it is the biggest understatement Skye could have made.

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