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Skye needed to get her shit together.
The team was together in Coulson's office again, discussing possible strategies to get through the inevitable attack by the rival S.H.I.E.L.D. that was bound to happen sooner rather than later. She still wasn't exactly sure why it was that they were supposed to believe Hunter's story, but Coulson seemed sure, so she kept her reservations to herself.
Not to mention she didn't feel like drawing any attention right now, not after what had happened between her and Ward. Sleeping with the brainwashed traitor that nearly destroyed the team that was a surrogate family for her, spoke of so many issues she couldn't even begin to deconstruct her psyche.
It didn't help that she was this very moment trying to figure out exactly when it was that she could become a repeat offender.
Even though she told herself to focus on what Hunter was saying about possible infiltration strategies, or Coulson's explanations of the foot soldiers that would be arriving within the hour, she couldn't keep her gaze from flickering to Ward every few minutes.
He was leaning up against an empty stretch of wall, his dark clothing and matching expression drawing in the shadows of the room, it was like the light feared to touch him.
Skye found thoughts of worry running rampant in her mind. Not to mention the feelings of shame that chased those worries because they were all mostly focused on the idea that Grant was having second thoughts about what had occurred between them last night. He was so concerned about hurting her, of taking advantage of her, he could be deciding how best to disengage. She shouldn't care, not after everything that had happened and was at this moment happening. These thoughts were starkly frivolous and revolting considering what the team was discussing right now.
Namely the protection and defense of her person.
It was just that she'd expected that when Ward came prowling into Coulson's office for him to come stand next to her by the Director's desk. Instead he'd locked eyes with her, given a nod, and stationed himself at his current location. Storm clouds raged behind his usually emotionless mask. Who knew if that was a good sign or not?
While most of the team seemed determined to ignore both of them, and what they knew had happened, Skye saw Fitz glance sidelong once or twice in Ward's direction. His expression calculating like he was in the middle of a new product design. The little engineer caught her gaze on him and gave a small nod of acknowledgement before turning his attention back to the group's discussion.
"It's doubtful that they will try the same attack as last time." Coulson was saying seriously, gesturing to the image of the base's blueprints on the giant screen in his office.
"In the case they do, repairs and reinforcements have been made to the previously breached sections." May continued as the screen changed. "If they do in fact bring the kind of force Hunter reported, it won't do us any good. They'll use their superior numbers to infiltrate the base at key points and overrun us."
"Well we luckily have a few things they don't." Coulson said with a tight smile. At May's cocked eyebrow and the rest of the spectators questioning looks he continued with a raised voice. "Come in please Agent Peterson."
All eyes snapped to the open doorway as Mike Peterson stepped through it. Absolute quiet remained for a moment before several team members began speaking together.
"That's a bloody cyborg." Hunter muttered.
"Mike!?" Skye blurted, totally flabbergasted.
"Nice upgrades." Fitz commented eyes flashing over the tech.
"Yes quite, how do they feel?" Simmons asked.
"That. Is. A. Bloody. Cyborg." Hunter reiterated.
"He's an agent." Coulson, corrected with a wry look in the Englishman's direction.
"Who can hear you." Mike replied matter-of-factly.
"You've been in contact with Deathlok?" May asked, accusation lacing her quiet tones.
"Yeah, about that, we all need to have a discussion about what it is I know exactly. At least what would be safe for you all to know as well." The Director said cheerily. "I'm gonna try to take baby steps in the honesty department."
"Shouldn't we all?" Grumbled Simmons with a quick look in Skye's direction, opening her mouth to defend herself Skye was cut off by Hunter's next comment to Coulson.
"How is the robot an agent and I'm not?"
"You refused to sign a contract."
"Got a post-it?"
Skye's attention shifted from the verbal sparring to the shadow against the wall. Ward and Mike held one another's gaze as the other two men bantered back and forth.
"Ward." Mike said finally with a nod.
"Peterson." Ward answered with a nod of his own, his arms still folded, back still leaning against the wall.
"Fantastic, another uncomfortable relationship," Fitz sighed, "we should have reached capacity now, what with Ward's ex in the basement."
"She's not-" Ward began.
"Wait, Agent 33 is here?" Hunter asked, pointing to the floor. "In a cell?"
"Her name is Kara." Ward supplied, tone chilled.
"She got in using Skye's face." Simmons supplied.
"At least that makes sense." May added. "We still don't know how Ward was able to get in before Kara showed up."
Ward's only reply was a quick rising of eyebrows as his mask dropped smoothly into place with the added scrutiny.
"Good lord!" Hunter exclaimed, looking around at the nods of confirmation he was receiving. "Did you all decide to advertise the Playground's location on one of those giant flashing billboards or something? Is this not supposed to be a secret base?
"She followed Ward here without anyone's knowledge. He showed up here to help retrieve Skye." Coulson deadpanned. "I was more interested in knowing how he was going to help us get her back, rather than spending time trying to discover how it was he knew where the base was."
"Right, well I see where your priorities are." Hunter replied with a pointed look towards Skye. "Which don't get me wrong perfectly understandable, we're all rather fond of the lovely little lady, but does everyone know where this site is?"
"I'm reasonably sure The Avengers are still unaware, not only about the base, but of my alien assisted resurrection."
"How would you know?" Hunter muttered.
"Oh believe me, if Stark finds out, we'll know. He'd be here. Loudly."
"Can we please get back to how we're going to keep a squad of highly trained agents from taking over the base and acquiring all of us and what we know?" Ward snapped.
"Feel free to contribute something, other than your high amount of 'tude Ward." Coulson answered, considering the younger man carefully.
Everyone's starting to notice.
While Ward was prone to moodiness or bouts of strict professionalism when discussing mission objectives, since his return he'd largely reined in these inclinations. Always putting his best foot forward, unless goaded by Coulson or Fitz pestering him, Ward was showing an unmitigated amount of angst right now.
His gaze that clashed against Coulson's was a void that made Skye incredibly uneasy. It was his robot face from back when he'd been lying to them all about who and what he was. She hadn't seen it so firmly in place since he'd been back, he always had a ghost of a smirk, a whisper of a twinkle in those whiskey eyes of his.
"If they have more men than we do, they'll go with the paths they know. It's reasonable to assume they'll know we have Hunter, but I doubt they'll know about Mike and me."
"You're the one that broke Skye out of their base." May reminded them quietly.
"I didn't think there were any survivors from that." He replied flatly.
Oh no.
Had she killed all those people? How many had there been, she had seen at least ten prisoners and their guards. When they'd been making their way out she hadn't seen bodies, but had she really looked? She'd been in shock basically, not to mention worried about Ward.
"As soon as we cut the power the base began to evacuate. After the collapse there were still heat signatures leaving the area." Coulson said evenly, his eyes narrowed.
Which answered nothing. She'd brought that entire section of the base down.
Monster
Ward shrugged, seemingly unconcerned with her climbing body count, pushing himself off the wall he gestured to the schematics displaying in front of them.
"Well, even if they are aware of my presence I'm sure Mike being here will be a surprise. Our troops should be here soon, so we set traps by the areas the enemy is likely to target. We split into teams, each of the core group here, taking an allotment of men to those same areas. We find or create choke points that will neutralize their superior numbers."
"And what traps do you plan on rigging that won't create casualties?" Coulson asked interested.
Ward's brow furrowed in response.
"He wasn't worried about casualties." May supplied when the other specialist remained silent.
"Why would I be?" Ward asked tensely, looking between the two leaders.
"Because they are S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and we're not going to kill them." The Director supplied warily.
"Why?" Ward questioned, voice rising a little in bafflement.
"Ward. We don't kill people if we don't have to…Remember?" Fitz said quietly from his position next to the irritated operative, who turned to him with dead eyes.
"Grant." Skye tried, after it became apparent that Fitz's entreaty wasn't working. Those eyes snapped to hers and she watched as he took a deep breath and finally dropped his gaze.
"I'm sure Fitz and Simmons can modify some tech to help us out." Ward's statement was met with uneasy silence. "That individual cloaking piece for instance."
"What are our chances of enlisting Kara?" Coulson supplied after the silence stretched on uncomfortably long.
"I'll go talk to her." Ward answered with a nod, leaving the room after snagging the handheld tablet from Coulson's desk, without another word or glance in anyone else's direction he strode out.
"Was he given the clearance codes to get into the cells?" May asked into the resulting uneasiness in the room.
"I'm sure he has somebody's." Coulson replied irritably.
All eyes swiveled to Skye, who raised her hands in supplication.
"Hey, don't look at me I have told him nothing security-wise."
"Alright people, let's start working on that plan." Coulson said briskly, thankfully moving everyone's attention away from her. "Everyone deicide which breach point they best can cover and FitzSimmmons get working on some nonlethal booby-traps. May, after you get done coordinating everyone's positions for the attack, get in contact with the reinforcements and get an ETA for me."
People began breaking off into private conversations in small groups. Skye expected Fitz to go straight to Simmons but instead he came quickly across the room to Skye instead. She saw Simmons eyes flash with hurt that he hadn't invited her, but since Skye didn't know what the makeshift psychiatrist was going to say she didn't attempt to rectify the situation.
"When did it start?" He asked immediately without preamble.
"I'm not sure." She answered, not even attempting to play dumb.
"When did you last see him?"
"This morning. Less than a half hour before the meeting."
"And he wasn't displaying any of those behavioral signatures?"
"No way!" Her voice dropped to a kind of whisper yell, while Fitz nodded quickly with a thousand mile stare as she continued. "He was, we were, happy." When there was no response she became, if it was possible, even more uncomfortable. "I'm sorry Fitz I know this is weird."
"Hmm? What?" He asked looking at her blankly, the gears behind his eyes spinning to catch up with the conversation in front of him. "Oh, the two of you sleeping together? Hasn't that been happening for a while?"
"What?! No!"
"Oh." He said surprised, then waved a hand in dismissal. "I'm interested in what made him flip the switch into Terminator Agent Ward mode, more than anything else at the moment. I realized the two of you getting together was a possibility the moment his eminent demise made your control slip."
"I-"
"It's alright Skye, I'm sure you'll have enough opposition on this. Save your arguments for the others." He supplied with a quick glance behind him at the other occupants of the room. "There's no need for them with me." He finished with a smile.
"Thanks Fitz."
"Look, I've got to go get started on this 'save us from being imprisoned or killed thing' but I need you to keep an eye on him for me. I don't know what triggered this but I have not spent hours doing research and going over mountains of brain scans for him to go all Darth Ward on us."
He turned to leave, but Skye caught his elbow quickly before he could move away. Fitz looked back at her in surprise.
"Was it me? Was it us? Did I give him some Buffyverse, perfect moment of happiness, and he went all Angelus on me?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, but no it wasn't you. Well, actually yeah maybe it was." At her scoff of irritation he waved his hands to stop her impeding panic attack. "If it had been specifically the act of you two ehrm, canoodling, I believe the ramifications would have presented themselves right away. Not to mention, moment of perfect happiness? Someone's a little full of themselves don't you think?"
Skye couldn't help but crack a relieved smile at the little Scots expression. With an answering grin he turned and with a brief word to Simmons the two left the office, heads tipped together in rapid speech.
What the hell was going on with Ward?
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Mission. Protect Skye at all costs.
Ward slipped through the halls of the base silently, taking in the layout for the hundredth time as he made his way to Vault D. His mind was running in a familiar set of clicks and whirs like it did whenever he was on a mission. They wanted him to use nonlethal force?
Acceptable
Slower perhaps, might make things a little harder, but no one this Gonzales had, was going to interfere with the reconstruction of his life. No doubt the head of the rival agency would not be as tolerant towards him as Coulson was. There was no shared history there, no attachment to Skye to temper his ruling.
Skye
He ground his teeth as he typed in the code to get the door opened. He knew he should find the fact that he was using Coulson's security codes to get into his old cell humorous, but the emotion didn't touch him. He paused momentarily, wondering idly if he should be concerned with the state of his thought process.
There was a certain…disconnection there.
Irrelevant
He went down the stairs quickly and came to a stop in front of the cell as Kara leapt to her feet to mirror him.
"What is it?" She asked, taking in his expression with concern.
"There's an impending attack by the same entity that took Skye before. I've come to see if you were willing to lend your assistance in defending the base."
"What happened?" She asked, eyes roving over him.
"I just told you."
"You're…different. Did something happen? With you and Skye?" He just stared at her until she slowly nodded. "She's done something to you."
"You're wrong." He argued, anger beginning to bubble under the detachment.
"Did you sleep with her?" Kara asked, arms crossing over her chest defensively.
"We don't have time for this." He deflected, shaking his head minutely.
"What are you thinking Ward? You told me she didn't have feelings for you anymore. That you weren't insane enough to think she still did. If it isn't that then what is it? Weakness? You can't stop trailing after that girl like some abused little puppy?"
"Stop." Ward growled, his heartrate picking up a notch.
"That has to be it! This team and this girl have you doing all their dirty work, but they will never accept you. Not after what you did!" Kara shouted, eyes over bright and watery. "You can't actually think you two are going to live happily ever after. She wants a good man not whatever the hell it is you are."
"You're wrong." He repeated turning away from her towards the stairs.
"Wait. Ward! I'll help." Kara called out suddenly when he was halfway up. He paused looking at her with narrowed eyes.
"No, I don't think so."
"You said you needed me."
"If I could trust you not to do something, to the team, to Skye, but I can't." Exiting the vault he came face to face with May, setting him on his heels abruptly.
"Any luck?" She asked, eyes intently watching him.
"No, under no circumstances should she be allowed out of that cell." He answered evenly, offering her the tablet that she took with slightly raised brows.
"Really? This whole time you haven't stopped nagging Coulson to let her out. And now that we could use the help, you don't think it's a good idea?"
"If you have something to say, just say it." He bit out and watched her face tighten in irritation.
Careful
"I am. Is this about Skye?"
"All of this is about Skye." He replied emphatically. "Kara's urge to protect me makes her dangerous to Skye, and everyone else in this base."
"And why is that?"
"She thinks you're all using me, that once you no longer have need of me you'll cast me out or kill me, something along those lines." Ward answered promptly, watching the flicker of surprise before May clamped down on her expression.
"And what do you think?"
"I think if I was smart I would've stayed gone." He said, shrugging slightly.
"Not arguing with you on that one."
"Kara accepted me for exactly what I am. Something that is never going to happen here, not with Skye and not with the team." Anger spiked at her condescending smile.
"Don't be an idiot Ward." At his glare she continued, unconcerned. "A guy like you doesn't want the girl that likes the monster. You want the one who makes the monster a man."
Without another word she left him in the hall, striding away towards her next task without a backwards glance. He felt the part of him he associated with Skye beat frantically against the animal and the analytical that were currently in control.
Heading in the opposite direction of May, Ward decided to begin making contingency plans in the event these nonlethal traps proved inadequate. He was setting up the choke points and barricades when Coulson's reinforcements started spilling in. He received many sidelong glances, all of which leapt away from him quickly, when he stopped his actions to consider the perpetrator coldly in return.
Puppies
He thought cynically, watching them all head to the Director's office for assignment. He scratched idly at his beard as he considered his current work. He was mulling over the idea of making the most recent barricade higher when something distracted him.
Citrus
His head snapped up and he caught the site of brown locks and a tight frame walking away from him and rounding the corner at the end of the hall.
Skye
Analytical argued for preparedness, but Animal cocked its head to the side, and moved his body forward.
Arh-whoooo
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Skye had just finished double checking the firewalls for the base's security system. She was on her way to find Ward, when an arm looped itself around her waist and pulled her quickly into the maintenance room she'd just passed. She hadn't heard anyone approaching behind her, but she'd been worrying pretty heavily over what she was going to find when she tracked Ward down.
She was about to throw an elbow into her abductor's face when her power picked up on the familiar frequency of the arm banded around her. A breath of relief passed her lips before she was spun around and pressed unceremoniously against the wall. The back of her head smacked the concrete, but her noise of pain was swallowed by the mouth that covered hers.
It was mostly dark in the little room and Skye found all of her other senses kicking into overdrive to make up for the lack of sight. His tongue glided into her mouth and moved against hers in a way that was demanding and insistent. His hands grinded the length of her back before roving their way down and then back again. She knew she should tell him to stop, but that smell of spice and sweat along with what he was doing with his tongue made her concerns suddenly inadequate.
She could feel the barely controlled power in the arms that held her rigidly in place. So at odds with the liquidity of the body that moved into her with every deepening of the kiss. In a gunshot quick movement he tore her hands from their place on his heaving chest and slammed them over her head, imprisoning them against the wall. His grip on her wrists was painful and Skye couldn't stop the whimper that escaped. Ward showed no sign of noticing or caring, only changing his focus to her neck when he ran out of breath.
"Ward." Skye gasped into his ear. "You're hurting me."
"Hmm?" He murmured, finding his favorite spot on her neck and latching on.
"Wrists." She breathed unevenly, tugging fruitlessly at his iron hold.
"Mhmmm."
And claiming her mouth again, he pulled her hands to his chest, releasing them before reaching down and using his capable fingers to undo and remove both her jeans and underwear. The fabric slipped down her legs and dropped off her feet as Ward clamped onto the tops of her thighs and boosted her up against the wall.
"This is becoming familiar." She mused breaking the kiss.
"Short." He supplied succinctly against her lips. He pressed against her and the ability to make rational decisions was quickly fleeing her mind.
Tell me to stop Skye
"Ward." She stuttered out as one of his hands moved up the soft skin of her thigh. She didn't mind forceful, in fact she liked it so much it was distracting her from why she'd been looking for him to begin with. Something was wrong. She couldn't let him regress just because his fingers were sending lightning strikes through her nervous system with each centimeter of her skin they dragged across.
Make me stop Skye
"Grant." She panted, as his thumb caressed nearer to her throbbing, traitorous, center. "There's something wrong. Stop." Her last word thankfully halted his assault for a heartbeat as he appeared to ponder what her words meant.
"Wrong?" He growled into her ear, making her swallow the pleased little sound that tried to simmer out. He nuzzled his face into her hair. Breathed deep as a shiver broke over her body when his stubble scraped delightfully over the shell of her ear.
"You're acting…different." She continued carefully, grasping tightly to his shoulders when she felt his muscles go rigid beneath her.
"Different?" He repeated, pulling his face back to look at her in the low light. Twin pools of black shimmered a few inches from her face, and her breath caught to see their predatory gleam. This would be easier if she could figure out if she were more scared or excited at the way he was looking at her.
"The way you're acting, it's-"
"Wrong?" He supplied, rolling his body into her, fingers flexing into the flesh of her thighs. A humorless leer twisting his face into something that made her heartrate leap erratically.
"No I-"
"Bad?" He bit out, moving a hand up her side underneath her shirt, but stopping just shy of touching anything but the lace of her bra before dragging the hand down the tender skin of her ribs making her shudder.
"No, Grant, listen…I need you t-to believe me." She mumbled as his mouth bobbed down towards her, again stopping just before touching where she wanted him. She railed against the urge to clench her legs even tighter around his hips as the need for him climbed.
"Oh I always believe it when you tell me I'm bad." He said against her mouth, his body quivering around her in some suppressed urge that no longer felt wholly lustful.
Dangerous.
But so am I…
Trying to collect some semblance of control Skye closed her eyes, and found her power, listening for the frequency that was all Grant Ward. It took less than a heartbeat, what with him pressed flesh to flesh with her like a damned puzzle piece. Another heartbeat for her to realize there was something different in the way he sounded to her.
Disharmony
Like static accompanying a radio station, malware hiding in a file, there was Grant and then there was this…thing.
Tentatively she reached out with her power, sending out the smallest and gentlest vibrations she could. Feeling them ripple over her skin like goosebumps and flow into the slightly shaking man holding her against a wall.
"Skye?" His voice was haggard, but instead of dropping her, Skye felt his forehead rest against hers. His arms moved to holding her as chastely as possible in her currently clothed situation.
"Just wait." She whispered, moving her hands to cup the sides of his face. Focusing on the deep tenor that she imagined as coming from his bones she matched the pitch and sent the ripples of power to him in waves. Realizing as she did so that her power didn't allow her to eradicate the disharmony, only sense its existence.
The more she matched Ward's natural frequency, she could feel that nasty little virus retreat, worming its way deeper inside to hide from her barrage. The more it diminished the more the arms holding her relaxed.
"What the hell was that?" He breathed, rising his head and looking at her. Skye opened her eyes and smiled happily at the crinkle between his brows and the way the low lights caught at the caramel shades of his eyes.
"I think whatever Fitz has been working on getting rid of, what Garrett did to you, got away from you a little." Her fingers scratched distractedly at his beard, there was something nagging at her senses.
She felt Ward lower her to the ground and looked at him questioningly. He looked a little haunted, the muscles in his throat stood out as he swallowed in a few jerking movements. What was that feeling she was getting? Too many presences in the vicinity, the recruits inside and a building cacophony of noise on the perimeter of the base.
"They're early." She muttered, trying to track the frequencies she wasn't used to, but all the new people in the base was throwing off her ability to discern individuals.
"Skye I'm sorry, maybe we shouldn't be trying to do this until I'm…more stable." He said gesturing between them.
"What? No, Grant I'm fine. This is good."
"How?" He asked tightly, obviously gritting his teeth again. She shook her head as she bent down to start jerking on her discarded clothing.
"Just trust me. Ok? Right now we need to go."
"What's wrong?" He asked, immediately on alert, she finished zipping her jeans just as the base's alarms began to blare out in the hallway.
"The fraking fake S.H.I.E.L.D. is here." She grumbled, pulling his face down for a quick and hard kiss before turning to open the door.
The two walked out, slamming into Coulson, who was running for the nearby weapons locker. After grasping onto Skye in order to right the two of them, the man's eyes flickered to the closing maintenance door, than back to the two flushed teammates in front of him.
"Really?" Coulson asked Ward, face screwed up in derision. Skye glanced back to see Grant shrug and open his mouth only to shrug again, speechless.
"Where do you want us Director?" Skye prompted, trying to get Coulson back on task. He looked back and forth between them, calculation evident in the slight squint of his eyes.
"What's the play Boss?" Ward prodded when no answer was forthcoming.
"Ward you're with me, Skye I need you to head to the lab and protect FitzSimmons." Coulson ordered, making his way the few extra feet to the weapons locker. Skye hesitated a moment before turning to Ward.
"Be careful." She ordered, drawing his attention from Coulson's retreating form.
"I should stay with you." He growled, closing his eyes briefly as she reached up to bring his face down to hers.
"We keep the insurgents at the perimeter. As far away from Skye and the others in the middle as possible, that's the plan." Coulson said while he strapped on body armor and tucked I.C.E.R. loaded guns into every space he could fit them.
"See? I'll be totally safe. I need you to be Super Spy, specialist extraordinaire right now, and keep that Gonzales bastard from hurting the other members of our family. You hear me?"
"Yes ma'am." He smiled as he closed the few inches to her mouth and kissed her quickly.
"That includes you Grant. I'm serious."
"Ward! We gotta go." Coulson called impatiently gesturing to the open weapons locker. Sounds of small level explosives being set off made it to them from down the hallway.
"Don't worry gorgeous, I meant it when I told you I was a survivor." Ward grinned, with a final quick peck.
"Destiny's Child let's move!" Coulson ordered.
With one parting nod the two broke apart, Skye jogging away from the noises of combat, Ward gearing up with practiced fluid movements. When she reached the end of the hall, Skye couldn't help but stop and look back at two of the most important men in her life.
"Just like old times huh Boss?" Ward was asking joyfully over the sounds of suppressed gunfire and yelling while Coulson glowered at him irritably.
Be safe.
Taking a deep breath Skye turned to make her way to the lab and FitzSimmons.
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So I am taking gratuitous liberties with Skye's abilities… Oh well. Also this chapter may have gotten a little dark for some people, I regret nothing, I mean I put the M rating there for a reason right? I don't know, people get weirded out at different things so I never know how much to warn people. Thanks again for all the support!
I do apologize for any errors as this was written in a day and I may be a little punch drunk at the moment.