A?N: Hello! Besides the flop on ocs, I must thank everyone for reading and such! Thank you! So people sent in two ocs, c'mon guys? Really? Well, anyway I'll just use what I have which are two great ocs for what I have planned! MUHAHAHA! So I have a review question for you? I want people's opinion on Tally. What do you think of her? Hate her? Love her? I wanna know! So R&R, here you go

Chapter Four:

What goes up, hopefully doesn't come down

Tally's pov:

Death. I could see a lot of death, but I could see life, flickering in a mass of black. One chance to live through this. And I want to live.

"Coming again." I warn them. Skye was scared, so was Fitz-Simmons but Coulson and Ward can do it.

"Who?" Coulson pressed. I understood, wrinkled my nose and squinted my eyes shut but shook my head. "Clouded, can't see. There's two, people are two." Coulson nodded, then took charge, again. How funny.

"Skye, go with Tally somewhere safe. Fitz-Simmons I want you to find out who is trying to knock us out of the air. Ward with me, we're going to the cockpit." Everyone leapt into action. Except me. Staying right here nothing new for me. Nope, nope, nope.

"Tally, sweetie we need to go someplace safe." Skye said, grabbing my arm. I wrenched it away from her.

"Nope, nope, nope. Nothing new, nope nope nope."

"Tally please, they're probably after you. We need to go someplace safe."

"No shooting plane with me on. So I stay here. Nothing new. They get on plane. Bullet in the brain, squish!" I argue. Hate new people, hate new places, hate fear. Hate and hate and hate. Brain doesn't work. Hate brain! I want to scream. Anger and frustration out in a single yell. It wasn't until Skye was shaking me did I realize that I was screaming. Still am.

"Brain no good. Stay here. No good. Nope." I explain. Skye looked as scared and shaken as I felt.

"Tally, we are here to help. What-what if we could make it easier." I snap my head up at her.

"How? Me is me. Tally is Tally." Skye bit her lip before speaking.

"Stay here. Stay and don't move."

"Logical at last." I reply. Skye nods uncertainly before standing and hurrying away. Don't care where. I trace the bolts and cracks in the floor. Then with quiet footsteps, Skye pads back. Wrong. A flash of wrongness. I whip around and there is Skye with a gun. Strange blue gun. Anger replaces the fear I expected. But before I could say anything, with a flare there's nothing.

I groan. My head hurts again. Why does it hurt? Then I jerk up with a gasp, and see. Well, I try to but it's distant and fuzzy. Ability's still there but far far away. I look around at the room. A square bare room beside the bed I was on. The plane shuddered again and dived down. I was thrown off the bed and into the wall. Then plane righted itself while it continued to dodge the attacks. I stood, rubbing my sore back. A knock interrupted my thoughts, and Skye stepped into the room. Immediately I'm on guard.

"Tally, how do you feel?"

"Different. What did you do?" What I meant was why.

"Fitz and Simmons, they came up with a mild sedative so we could find a way to isolate your side effects from you're abilities." Skye looked at me encouragingly. "Tally, can't you feel it?" Suddenly what she said snapped details to my attention. No splitting pain. No dizzying flashes of images. No one's past or future flickering in their eyes; the ability is there, but hidden. Buried for the first time in my life.

"For…for how long?" I say, delighted that I could say what I want as clearly as I think it. Skye's face froze, before dipping into sadness.

"Not, not long at all."

"How. Long."

"Thirty minutes, tops." My face fell. Happiness shattered. Of course, I thought bitterly, of course. "Tally, I'm so sorry. There's no serum we could create that would stop it completely."

"Or you won't make one. SHEILD still wants me. Still needs me, so no one would let you help me. And I know, I know that something is wrong with me. Something is broken. But I can't change it or fix it. Then there's the pain, everything new triggers the pain. People, places. I can't see anyone with seeing their highs and lows, good and bad all the time. And everyone wants me to tell me what I see. And what I see messes me up. Shatters my sanity. And I know that. But SHEILD doesn't care. They didn't. No one does. And right now, already I can feel myself slipping back to what I was. What I will be." I laugh a short and bitter bark. "Of course. Just my luck, and Skye trust me, it's all bad luck." I felt tears welling up, but fought them back. Not now. Skye started to speak, eyes shining as well but with a roar the plane dipped. And it wasn't going back up.

"Bad, this is bad." I snarl, hating feeling it creep back into my head. Already catching glimpses of the future again. A full blown headache was building, and I could see who was after us. I could see who was after me!

"Skye, listen now!" I shout, hurriedly afraid my time would be short to explain it. "Two men! There's two men, an older fellow and, and a nineteen year old. Here, they're here for me! You've got-" I stop talking and gripped my head, trying to stop the overwhelming torrent. The plane's engines were screaming. We were crashing. Images of us wrecking were flitting in front of my eyes. Skye. Tell her. Tell her what? May's voice came over the intercom, with a slight twinge of fear.

"Rear engine blew out. Get ready for a rough landing." I drag myself to the bed and wrap the sheets around me and the bed's straps, creating a hurried rope. Skye was hugging the other side. I was tired. Sleep after? Skye. Tell her.

"Hickory dickory dock. The mouse ran up the clock. Clock strikes ten, then everyone's dead. Hickory dickory dock." I tell Skye. There. I told her. Then I closed my eyes just as the plane hit the ground.