Hey! This was suggested by a guest reviewer. Although instead of involving the whole team just yet, it's only really about Ward and Fitzsimmons, because I don't think those science twins have been in this one shot collection enough!

In the next few chapters, you'll see a May/Ward bonding moment, find out what really happened in Massachusetts, and you'll see a Skyeward chapter. So keep on reading!

Yet again, if you have any ideas, send them this way in a review or PM. If I can write your idea, I will.

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Fitzsimmons are curious as to why Coulson went to Massachusetts unexpectedly, and decide to get answers. What they find, though, is not what they expected...

Part 4: Questioning With Fitzsimmons

"Sir, why did you fly to Massachusetts?" Simmons asks in her posh, English voice. Coulson looks up from his computer to see her and Fitz in the doorway. Both Simmons and Fitz are hugely curious about the Director's unexpected trip. All they knew was that something happened in that room with Ward and Coulson, and when they came out, Coulson made several calls and disappeared off to Massachusetts for the weekend. Considering the man could barely look Ward in the eye, it was highly suspicious.

"Hello Simmons, Fitz." Coulson says poiltely. "How are you both?"

"Don't-don't dodge the que-question, sir." Fitz stutters as he searches for the right words. Ever since Ward chucked him out of the plane in to the ocean and he nearly died of oxygen loss, Fitz's brain hasn't been the same. His brain was permanently damaged by the lack of oxygen.

"I had business there." Coulson says calmly, opening a file in front of him.

"What business?" Simmons blurts out, folding her arms across her chest. "Sir, we have a right to know."

"Don't we?" Fitz challenges, adding on to Simmons's statement.

Coulson shuts the file and levels his gaze at the two scientists.

"For your information, I was there because of something Ward told me. So I can't tell you, because that is Ward's decision. So if you want to know so badly, ask him. Not me."

Fitz and Simmons back out of the office, closing the door behind them.

"Should we ask him?" Simmons asks in a low voice. Fitz chews on his lip anxiously. Frankly, the thought of seeing Ward - even an injured Ward - terrified him as all he could think about was Ward pressing the button that shoved the capsule he and Simmons were in into the ocean. But he was desperately curious about why Coulson would mysteriously fly to Massachusetts for Ward. What could of Ward told him to provoke that kind of action?

"Yes." Fitz decides quickly, before he can lose his courage and back our of it. "Let's do it."

The science twins move stealthily through the base to the infirmary. They peek through the window to see him sitting in bed, reading. He grimaces as he breathes, hurting his side. Fitz pushes the door open and he and Simmons walk in. Fitz's hands shake as he looks at Ward.

"Hello, Ward." Simmons says brightly. "How are you feeling today?"

"Like I was stabbed with a piece of shrapnel." Ward smiles without humour. He folds over a corner of the page, marking his place, and sets the book to a side. "What can I do for you two?" He avoids looking Fitz in the eye. Although he's explained that the capsule was meant to float, Ward still can't look at the man who he claimed to be friends with who's mind he damaged permanently.

"Well, er," Simmons starts awkwardly, wringing her hands. "We wanted to, er, ask you-"

"What did you tell Coulson?" Fitz blurts out suddenly.

"Fitz!" Simmons hisses. "I was trying to bring it up in a better way!"

"Oh, you-you were?" Fitz stutters, trying to sound defiant and sarcastic. "I couldn't tell!"

Ward watches them with bemusement. He clears his throat, interrupting their little argument. They look at him, mouths still hanging open, mid word.

"What did I tell Coulson?" He repeats, frowning. "When?"

"When you were trapped together." Simmons clarifies. Ward's eyes darken.

"Oh." He mutters, curling his fingers into a fist unconsciously. "That."

"Could you tell us? What you told him?" Simmons asks tentatively.

Ward stares at them with a unfathomable look in his eyes. Fitz can see an internal struggle going on inside him, and touches Simmons's shoulder to stop her from speaking, indicating that she should wait for Ward to speak instead of interjecting.

"Sit down." Ward commands, nervously. Simmons pulls up two chairs and they sit down. Fitz crosses his ankles, intertwining his fingers as he waits for Ward to speak.

"I told Coulson about my life." Ward starts. "How my brother took extreme delight in making my life hell, and then in making me make my younger brother's life hell. He used to hit me, and then threaten to do much worse to me if I didn't hit my younger brother. I usually did as he said, because at least I would go easy on him. Then my parents sent me to military school, and then I received a letter of my brother. He told me of what my older brother was doing to him, so I hot wired a car, drove back to my house in Massachusetts and burnt it to the ground with my older brother still inside."

Fitz's jaw drops open in shock. Ward stares at a spot on the bed in front of him. He swallows. "So I guess Coulson felt sorry for me, or something." His voice turns bitter at the end.

"No!" Simmons says sharply. "I don't think he feels sorry for you. I think he's angry at himself, not you. Because he didn't - none of us did, really - realise."

"Did Garrett use that?" Fitz asks quietly. Ward nods.

"I think so. He knew my history - he found me in juvie, after all - and he used that to condition me into his perfect weapon."

"But you're not his anymore." Fitz continues. "You're your own man, Ward."

"Maybe." Ward keeps staring at the bed. "Or maybe not."

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