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Chapter 21 Farfetched

Skye had sat there staring at her bare wrist with disbelief, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. Building enough courage, she finally gave it a small tug. Her wrist met no resistance, and yet she had felt the bite of the restraint a mere minute ago. The analyst lifted her arm, her other hand carefully inspecting the place that she had seen and felt the cuff.

"How it works," Laredo began to explain, casting a quick suspicious glance at the door to make sure no one was within ear shot, "this reality is nothing but the influence of the drugs…" The analyst didn't wait for him to finish before she got up and quickly walked out of the room.

Skye ignored him calling after her, deciding to head to her bunk. She wanted to go to May or Coulson and have them explain it all. She wanted them to tell her that he was some nut job that wasn't supposed to be on the plane in the first place. She desperately wanted them to make this all better.

At first, she had been so sure he was just saying things and then she had seen that room again, a room that didn't belong on this plane; Because why would the BUS have a dark gray room with an ominous looking table bolted to the ground right in the middle? The analyst knew why the facility had it and shuddered at the thought.

Everything was going fine till he showed up with his ridiculous idea and stupid apology as he stated the words that were trying to shatter the only peace she had felt for a while.

She paced, enjoying the freedom and ability to be able to get up and walk in pointless lines and rant out her frustrations. Its days like these that she really missed the old training sessions with Ward where she was able to give an identity to the punching bag based off of who had pissed her off, before pounding the crap out of it.

What was she going to do? Ward was gone and this man was her ticket to staying on the BUS that he apparently didn't believe existed.

Gahhh, she just wanted to scream! It all sounded so messed up and farfetched as she ran the last thought through her head again.

It had just been a flashback. She had been on that table before, she finally concluded. That man obviously had no idea what he was talking about and had simply triggered a flashback. Skye was partly annoyed at herself for having doubted it for even a second…

But then again, she didn't remember ever being in that room alone as someone always accompanied her. Could her mind have taken a simple flashback and warped it? All of the other ones had been straightforward with the same details that she remembered from the original memory. The only times that they were ever warped was in her nightmares where her subconscious would begin to get creative in exploring a different combination of her fears and memories.

Although she had to acknowledge that even in the flashback that she had just experienced, she had felt the grogginess that accompanied the drugs. Maybe she hadn't looked everywhere and someone had been with her, her attention much too focused on the handcuffs biting into her wrist. She'd been so drugged up; the details had been hazy.

Not getting anywhere as her mind argued both sides, Skye decided that it had been nothing but a mere flashback. How could she possibly be at the facility when she was here on the BUS, where everything felt just a little more real?

But how to deal with the present situation, she had no idea.

If she didn't go to the therapist, he could tell the….well whoever Coulson was talking to, that she didn't belong on the plane. The plane that he doesn't even believe is real, she scoffed at the absurdity of the whole thing. He could tell them that she was a nuisance and a distraction to the team.

Skye paused her pacing. He would be completely right. It's not like she had done anything useful over the time that she had been back. Her laptop still remained untouched, other than for the fact that she had moved it to the bedside table as it had kept getting in her way when she did want to pace.

She stared at the laptop before dismissing the idea. Even with her laptop, there was no way to contact Ward who was out in the middle of a jungle with no way of communication to the outside world. Besides, he needed to focus on keeping himself safe and not solving every little problem that she ran across.

Speaking of Ward and his wisdom, Skye could try and tell Coulson discreetly without the therapist knowing. Ward had told her that she could turn to them for anything. Maybe they would get this loony off of the plane and things could go back to normal.

Coulson and May had a meeting with the powers that be and were currently locked in Coulson's office, so she had no choice but to wait. Sighing at the realization and having no clue what to do now, Skye looked at the clock and realized it was only 10am. Today was turning out to be a long day.

Thinking her plan over, all Skye had to do was attempt to avoid the therapist till she could get to Coulson and May without Laredo knowing. As long as she was among the others, he didn't seem keen on sharing his ridiculous ideas with her.

Although her being in her bunk alone right now didn't sound like the wisest of ideas. Even if Laredo had been sure to stay clear of it in the past, Ward wasn't here and Coulson and May were in a meeting. She didn't like the odds of him building up enough courage to approach her in the small room that only had one exit.

Being ten in the morning, the analyst decided to head to the kitchen, where she had heard the science duo earlier when she had hastily made her way to her bunk. She slowly looked out the door to her bunk, checking to make sure the coast was clear.

With no one in sight, Skye walked into the kitchen area only to freeze in her tracks when she saw the therapist among the scientists. She was tempted to turn around, but she had already been spotted as the scientists greeted her.

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