Chapter Nine

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Lily groans, her head feeling like it went a few rounds with Thor's Hammer. The hums in the walls a constant throbbing in her ears. She eases into a sitting position. The memories of yesterday, running through her mind. Ward's gone, there's no plan to rescue him and she nearly lost it. Great. She notices the water and aspirin. Someone's watching out for her. She throws on fresh sweats, making her self somewhat presentable. She looks halfway to dead. Exiting her room, she makes her way to the infirmary. The vivid lights, sting her eyes. A wave of nausea comes over her at the scen of the sterile room.

"Lily!" Simmons greets. The cheerful voice increasing the young girls pain.

"Hi." Lily grumbles, rubbing her head. "How is he?" Simmons takes one look at the girl and her expression softens. Is that pity in her eyes?

"He's okay." Simmons answers, "He received no major injuries. Just scrapes and bruises really. Now we just wait for him to wake up."

Lily glances at Patrick through the window.

"You can sit in there if you want." Simmons offers, smiling with reassurance. Lily tries to return it, but fails. Entering Patrick's room, Lily huddles in the small chair. Thankfully the lights are dim in the room, her headache subsiding slightly. She doesn't know why she's sitting here.

Not to long after Lily arrives does Patrick begin to stir. His eyes snaps open with a sharp intake of breath. He attempts to sit up. She leaps to her feet.

"Patrick you're in the infirmary. You're safe." She gentle places her palms on his shoulders, pressing him back down. His eyes meet hers.

"Lily?" She nods. His anxiety seems to only slightly decrease.

"Where's Grant?" He asks, fear dancing in his eyes. Her chest tightens.

"He's gone. They only found you." Before he gets a chance to inquire she adds, "Just rest Patrick. We'll talk later."

Simmons comes in doing whatever she does. Lily aimlessly watches her. There's a constant beeping coming from the monitors.

Its past midday when she feels him coming closer. Her nails dig into her palms. Knuckles white. The hairs on her neck standup.

"Patrick your awake." His voice ignites something inside her. A hate settles in her heart. She forces her eyes to remain on Patrick.

"Coulson." Patrick greets, his voice scratchy. Coulson moves to the opposite of the bed to Lily, Unfortunately now in her view.

"Who did this? What do you remember?" Coulson asks. So that's what he looks like when he actually gives a crap.

"They attacked me from behind. Didn't see them." He answers.

When was the last time you saw Ward?"

"I waited by the jet. He was walking down to the house. Grant. He didn't kill them. Christian and his parents, their not dead."

"Excuse me!"

Lily laughs at the outburst. Eyes move to her.

"It was all a ruse to get Hydra's attention." Lily informs, her eyes not leaving Patrick. "He did it so her could get in and find Skye's dad like he promised. Hydra for him has always just been a means to an end."

"Then who was in the house? Where are Christian and his parents." Coulson asks with a harsh tone.

"The bodies were some hydra agents tailing them. As for his delightful family.."

Sarcasm coats her speech. Her eyes moves to assess the room, now realising that FitzSimmons and May are also there, "Grant placed them at a safe house only he and Garrett knew about. Well supposed to. When we got there the placed had been ransacked. We've been trying to look for them, but haven't found anything. We don't know if there dead or alive."

"And you didn't think this is something I should know?"

"Like you'd believe a thing we'd say." She spits back. She sees May edge that tiny bit closer, her muscles tensing.

"I may not be the director anymore, but I deserved to know." His jaw clenches. She scoffs ' deserves'. He's really that full of himself "Just be happy I don't shoot you." She snarls.

Her fist connect with the bag. The beats in her ears driving the pace. Her mind ravelling in her in her memories. Coulson not caring. May's accusations. It makes her want to nail a few in their faces. She could them both a run for their money. She's been trained by the best since Romanoff. Oh how she wants to scrub his self righteous face into the dirt. The blood pounding in her ears. Eyes growing darker. Sweat drips into her eyes affecting her vision. Her entire body moving automatically, the power bone shattering. Rage consuming her veins. A round house kick knocks the bag to the ground, sand spilling onto the gym floor. Reality gradually comes into focus.

"Fuck" She pulls out her earphones.

"What did the bag do to you?" She looks up to find the engineer standing wary at the door.

"Hi Fitz." She pants. A fire still glistens in her eyes.

He passes her a towel, hesitant to move to close, "I'm sorry.."

"Don't." She scowls, wiping her face, "Don't apologise. This is Coulson and May's doing."

He nods, a sad smile resting on his face.

"Your knuckles their bleeding."

"Huh" She glances down. He's right. The crimson liquid covers her hands. Her skin raw. Yet it's numb. All her muscles and limbs. She's numb, "Oh."

"Here" Fitz guides her over to the bench, grabbing the first aid kit. They sit there as he carefully cleans up her hands. Her heartbeat still rapid. Breathing shallow.

"And there. All done."

"Thanks Fitz."

"All goods." HeSmiles more genuinely, gently squeezing her wrist, "It's going to be okay."

She nods, half expecting him to just sit there staring. But he leaves.

A groan escapes her dry lips. She drags her hands down her face, pressing the hell of her palms into her eyes. One thought dominates her mind.

Find Ward.

How does one do that?

Well locating him would be good. Then track him, follow their moments. Easier to get him if their stationary. Ward can take pain. But everyone has a breakpoint, right?

Study where he's being held. Infiltrate and rescue Ward. Simple right. But there's getting out of the base, with a quinjet, which she can't fly. Racking her mind with her any information or training she has. As her headaches returns, something hits her.

"Oh my god." She mutters. Stumbling to her feet, she rushes out of the room. Her mind running a mile a minute. SKye, she needs SKye. Sprinting down the halls on a search. Kitchen, bunk, lab, still no sign of her. One last option. Lily moves deeper into the tech division. She finds her in the server room. Hidden in the back amongst the shadows. A blanket cancelling her furthermore. Laptop and candy in hand.

"Skye!" She breathes. Daisy doesn't even move. Her eyes glued to her screen.

"Skye" Lily repeats.

"Huh" Daisy glances up at her, "Lily?"

"I need access to the computers."

"Why?" She stutters, shoving the blanket off herself.

"I may have a way to find Grant."

"Coulson said we weren't.."

"Frankly I don't give a fuck what he and May want. I'm rescuing Grant." Lily lets out a shaky breath, "I'm doing this with or without you. With you we bring him home faster."

She kneels beside Daisy, and sees what's on the screen. Video files from the Bus dated almost four years ago. But her man focus is the picture. A picture of Ward. A few years old maybe. In a dinner? He looks less haunted, still broken though. Like he's just realised he's about to loose everything. She sighs, looking back to Daisy.

"Grant told me Skye went to a lot of trouble to get him and Fitz out of South Ossetia. But now you follow them like a puppet. Where is she? Where's the Skye who breaks the rules?"

Daisy glances back at the screen. She's spent most of her day here, just looking at his photo. 'Where is Skye?' Good questions, she has no fucking idea. Hunter words come to mind, 'SHIELD's not a lifestyle it's a job'. However right now it's feeling more like a prison. One wrong step and more freedom will be taken away. Maybe doing this is just what she needs. "I'm in."