The next chapter has landed! The idea still comes from serenity shadowstar (I stretched it into two posts), and from here on out, Grant's trying to rescue Skye. I think the rescue won't take long, mainly because I want to focus on what the aftereffects of it is.
Enjoy, and please review! They inspire me to write later, I swear!
CHAPTER FOUR: FINDING OUT
Skye
"Come on, Hunter." I say. We're in a HYDRA bio-lab, trying to find a drug that apparently has similar properties to the drug both Coulson and I have running through our veins. So we're posing as scientists. May and Coulson are also here, checking out the labs in the other building. So far, we haven't found anything, and also haven't been found.
"I don't look right in this." Hunter grumbles about the lab coat I practically forced him into.
"Hunter." May says sharply down our earpieces. "Concentrate on the mission."
"Aye aye, captain." He replies sarcastically.
"Besides, no one cares how you look." I comment as I push open a door. Hunter gives me a wounded look as I explore the lab.
"I'll have you know that these looks are award winning." Hunter exclaims. "These cheekbones have tempted a lot of women into my embrace."
"Hunter, shut up." May snaps.
"Sure, scary lady." Hunter quips back.
Meanwhile, I pull out a few files from a filing cabinet and flick through them. Words jump out at me, most all science stuff I don't understand, but the most important word sticks with me. GH-345. The miracle drug that saved me and Coulson.
"Oh, shit." I breathe. "Coulson?" I ask the earpiece. "We have a problem."
"What's the problem, Skye?" Coulson asks. I flick through the file, seeing detailed charts of it's effects. And it doesn't look good.
"Skye..." Hunter's voice is wary. I don't look up from the files.
"Shhh." I tell him before talking to Coulson. "They've recreated the effects of GH-345. Successfully."
"Skye..." Hunter says again. I ignore him.
"Well, that's bad." The director comments.
"You think?" I reply, a hint of sarcasm in my tone.
"Skye, we have a problem!" Hunter yells, and that's when I hear the first gun shot.
At least 6 or 7 HYDRA agents swarm into the room, and I pull out my ICER, shooting at them with Hunter.
"We're surrounded." Hunter says grimly. "Damn HYDRA. We must of tripped an alarm, or they were tipped off."
"Retreat!" Coulson orders, panic in his voice. We can't afford to get captured and be torture for information, especially me. I know too much about the new organisation. "Get back to the plane! Do whatever you can to get out of there!"
"Okay, sir!" I gasp out as one of them punches me in the gut. I retaliate with an uppercut to the jaw, silently thanking May for the lessons. He grunts in pain. I jab my elbow in his neck before pushing him backwards over a table. He sprawls out on the floor, and I turn to my next opponent.
But there is too many of them for only two agents. Hunter struggles to fight back along with me, and soon we run out of charge on our ICERS.
If Ward was here, he'd be able to defeat them. A dark voice in my head tells me.
We're not all Ward, though. I tell the voice while punching a HYDRA agent in the nose, breaking it. Blood spouts out, not deterring the agent though. I hit him repeatedly with the butt of my ICER until he goes down.
"Shit!" Hunter yells. "Skye, get to the window!"
I see Hunter's plan. We're only on the second floor, so we can survive a jump. And it's looking like our only way out. We try to clear a line to the window, but a HYDRA agent shoots at me. I gasp as the bullet grazes my side, the pain hitting me instantly. Blood seeps out of the wound, bright red against my black clothes. I stare at it dizzily, and then another shot goes off, and I hit the ground, my world suddenly black. The last thing I hear is Hunter's voice yelling:
"Skye!"
Grant
I haven't moved from my bed since I destroyed Skye. All I want to do is die, and I fervently wish for a button, or a piece of paper. I glance at the concrete wall. Is it worth trying that again?
The door to my cell opening stops those dangerous thoughts. Since my cell wall is still clear, I can see that it's Coulson. He walks slowly, wearily, and I wonder what happened.
Stop caring, Ward. I tell myself sharply. Caring implies weakness. And I'm not weak, am I?
You would of told Skye the truth if you were strong. Another voice whispers traitorously in my ear. I ignore it.
"Ward." Coulson says in a heavy voice. I raise my eyes to his, surprised by how haunted they look.
"You know how I want to help you redeem yourself?"
I give a small nod, clasping my hands together in front of me.
"Well, I know how you can do that." Coulson says. I raise my eyebrow. "I need yo to save Skye."
"Skye's here." I say in a monotone voice.
"Skye's been..." Coulson takes a deep breath. "Taken. By HYDRA."
"What!?" I can't help the rage I feel shaking inside him. I stride over to the wall and thumps it hard, ignoring the burning the action causes. "You let Skye get captured?" I yell, my eyes burning with an anger like my asgardian berserker rage. Coulson remains calm, despite my reaction. He puts down the folded pile in his hands and picks up the controls to my cell.
"Hunter and her were surrounded. She got shot, and he had to get out. He couldn't get her, Ward." Coulson's eyes are full of anger. At himself, I realise. He did this, and he's blaming himself. "I want you to rescue her. You're the only one who can, Ward." He continues. "If you agree, I'll let you out."
I stay silent, thinking about what Coulson's telling me. Can I trust myself to save Skye?
"Go save your rookie, Ward." Coulson urges. I look up sharply.
"I'm not her SO anymore." I say gruffly. "So she's not my rookie."
"Actually, you are. Her SO, I mean. She refused to have another one, although May has been training her."
My eyes widen. Skye kept her faith in me?
And you told her that you were evil. A voice tells me.
"If I can't rescue her, I'm going to kill this Hunter guy, and no one will be able to stop me." I say frankly. However much I try and convince myself otherwise, if Skye's in trouble, if she needs me, I can't die. I have to protect her.
So I make a pact with myself. If I rescue Skye, I'll stay alive just to protect her. No matter what she or anyone else wants. If I can't, I'll kill myself.
"Deal." Coulson tries to smile before bringing down the wall. He hands me a pile of clothing to replace the clothes I have on. "Get dressed."
I notice as we walk to the armoury that the leather jacket is my leather jacket: the first and only real gift Garrett ever gave me. I pull it on, feeling grateful that it wasn't chucked out. It was the first ever real gift I ever got of anyone. We make a quick stop to the bathroom where I shave the beard I have off, Coulson watching me closely in case I try to stab myself with the blade.
In the armoury, I equip all the weapons I can, ignoring May and Trip's looks. All I can think is Skye. Coulson asks me what I'll need.
"The location of where she was kidnapped." I say. "A tracking implant, on me, so you can pick Skye up when I get her."
"Okay. Simmons, can you do that?" He asks the nervous English scientist. She nods without looking at me, leading me into the lab. I notice that May follows us.
"Take off the jacket." She asks. I do so, and Simmons produces a needle and injects my arm. I barely feel the prick before it's over.
"There." She says, her eyes down.
"Thanks." I reply, sliding the jacket back on. Being around her makes me nervous, because I tried to kill her and Fitz. But I can't think about that right now. I have to think about Skye.
"Skye, I'm coming for you." I murmur under my breath. "So don't worry."
Skye
"Well, look who's awake." A male voice says as I blink my eyes open. The room I'm in is dark, and I think I'm lying horizontally, staring at the ceiling. I try to move my arms and legs, but they won't budge. My side hurts: from where I got shot? The voice chuckles.
"That won't do anything, dear. You're tied down." A face leans over me, and I see it's Whitehall, the evil psycho from HYDRA. The head of HYDRA.
"You won't get anything out of me!" I spit, thrashing in my bindings. Whitehall laughs again. I hear a door open and then hear the crackle of electricity. My eyes go wide with fear. Two men attach devices that look like electrodes to my bare skin. I feel sweat rolling down my back. I'm not May! How am I meant to tolerate torture?!
"We'll see about that." He says before the electricity hits my body and I'm turning from a confident girl to a screaming wreck in one brief second.
