I Dont Own the Show... if anything I came up with the Oc... Ok? Ok! :D

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I think I have an idea on where this is going... Not positive


It was quiet, too quiet for Skye's liking. The planes inhabitants were all asleep or locked up somewhere doing meaningless work. From what she understood, the scientists were sleeping or talking nonsense. She knew Ward was trying to either sleep or read, May would be locked up in the cockpit. And she could only guess that Coulson and Richard were talking in Coulson's office.

Skye sat in her bunk, holding the helmet in her lap for a quiet moment. She looked at it running her hand over it's cool surface. So much power, nearly unlimited really. And so much power had to be used, Skye couldn't let this go to waste. She couldn't let a four year old control it or the Nova's take the power.

Skye sighed, it was time. She stood, grabbing a backpack and stuffing the helmet inside. As she secured the straps on her back, she made sure to be quiet as she approached the command room. Her hand slid across the technologically advanced table, pressing a few keys and dragging things. She smiles, two minutes until the cargo door opens. As soon as she had done that she casually strolls towards the cargo hold, standing near the ramp. It had taken her a moment to avoid FitzSimmons, who apparently were working with Ward in the lab. But there was no issue, not when she had only a minute left.

She smiled, seeing the clouds as the ramp started to lower. Not waiting for the SHIELD agents, Skye ran, leap out into the open atmosphere, bring her arms and legs together to help aid in her escape. She sunk through the sky, smiling as dark, leathery wings protruded from her back.


FitzSimmons stood over Ward, adjusting machines. They were trying to pin point Luna's location by reading Ward's brainwaves and using the mental connection between them to track Luna. However, it required a lot of slight modifications and critiquing. They sighed, getting slightly frustrated.

The red blinking and dull alarm on the holo table pulled their attention away from the machines. Eyes wide, the scientist and Ward briefly look at each other as they hear Coulson and Richard come running downstairs. They see Coulson first, a tablet in hand to close the hanger door. They quickly enter the lab, Coulson placing the tablet down.

"Everyone ok?"

There is only a nod, Ward having the guts to speak up, "What happened?"

"Someone lowered the ramp, we don't know how," Coulson says.

"Maybe the Skrull hacked our systems?"

"Or maybe they got behind enemy lines," Everyone turned to see May in the doorway, "Skye's gone. So is the helmet."

"No..." Coulson pushed May aside, with Richard's behind him as they raced to Coulson's office. The room, which was so prestige and organized looked perfectly normal. Coulson got behind his desk, kneeling down and opened the secret panel. All he saw was his comics and old Captain America memorabilia collection, no helmet.

For a moment, the agent felt shock claim him. He sat there silently unable to move and just stare at that spot, before the extraterrestrial behind him threw the chair to the floor angrily. Coulson stood, closing the panel as Richards held his palms down on the desks surface. It was a long moment before he spoke, and when he did, it was void of every emotion.

"She was a spy."

"Which means they must have the real Skye."

"Or they killed her."

"No," Coulson says defiantly, Skye can't be dead. He'd never forgive himself if she was, "They need to get a stubborn child to willingly do what they want, to not fight. To not play a hero, they need blackmail. They have Skye to do it with, Luna would protect Skye, just like her father. She would be the hero."

"But now they have the helmet, we have to find them now. If they leave this planet with the helmet and Luna-"

"They won't," Coulson spoke in a tone that dared the alien to question him any farther.

"Not while I'm still standing."

Coulson moved out of the office, returning to the lab. FitzSimmons had to find Luna, where Luna was, so was the helmet and Skye.


Yep... That's the chapter. Wow, this is a little more than a year old and still going! Cool. Well... That was the Skrull. Got the helmet, got Luna. Earth is screwed if Coulson cant stop them.