"How could he just disappear like that?!"

"Maybe he was taken. The clairvoyant could have intercepted his plane, it's the best we've got."

"No one can reach him?"

"If anyone could this wouldn't be an issue, would it?"

May could sense Skye's unease. She tried to calm her via their connection. She'd never been good at that though. "You can't get through to him, right?"

Skye shook her head. "I can barely get through to anyone to be honest." She said, "Drugs are wearing off though."

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Despite Jemma's protestations, Skye had joined the team and Trip in the conference room to talk to the others. Bobbi, Izzy, and Tori were visiting.

Tori shot Bobbi a look. "No one in your cluster can reach him? Or have they just not tried?"

Bobbi bristled. "I can't make them do anything." She said, "And this is kind of why they wanna stay as secret as they can."

Skye swallowed. "Garrett's the one you told me about, right?" She said to Coulson. "He- he lost his whole cluster."

Coulson nodded sadly. "At once. They were on a mission and got ambushed. Only Garrett survived."

Izzy looked grim. "We thought he was gonna go crazy for a while." She said, "But... well eventually he just kept going. He was different, sure, but still Garrett."

Skye's pulse quickened as a sickening thought occurred to her. Fitzsimmons and Trip glanced at her, but she shook her head. She didn't want to entertain the idea. Not right now. "So we think the clairvoyant's taken them?"

Tori grimaced. "Well whoever the clairvoyant is, they have some kind of abilities. Maybe they saw Quinn and took the opportunity to intercept. His assets are mostly frozen, but..."

"You can never get all of them." Skye said. "He's got tons of offshore accounts under assumed names." She caught the looks they were giving her and shrugged. "What? I've gotta kill time somehow if I'm stuck in a hospital bed."

Jemma shook her head fondly. "So how can we track him if we can't visit?"

"I'm at the Triskelion." Tori said, "I can run some scans from here. You can use your plane, try to track the course he was taking."

Jemma jumped on the opportunity. "I could go to the Hub." She offered. "There are some labs there that could assist, I'm sure we have something around here that he touched which we could use to track him."

Izzy frowned. "What, you've got a bloodhound?"

"Um, yes, sort of." Fitz said, "It's one of the dwarves, it can track some scents. It would at least give us a start."

Izzy whistled, impressed. "Can I swap teams?"

May rolled her eyes and Coulson laughed. "I think they're good."

"Very good." Izzy grinned. "Especially for a half pint."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

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Fitz watched quietly as Jemma packed up her equipment for her trip the to Hub. "You gonna run Skye's blood samples?"

She looked up. "Well yes."

He nodded. "Does she know?"

"No." Jemma said. "I think she's still hazy, which is understandable. And good timing, because if she knew then Agent May could know, and then Agent Coulson would know too."

Fitz smiled. "Hard to keep secrets."

Jemma sighed. "I don't like to." She admitted. "But I don't think they understand how much this drug could help people if we could just figure out how it works."

"Maybe that's the problem." Trip said from the doorway to the lab, surprising them. "Maybe we're the ones who don't understand." When the both stared, he laughed. "You two aren't used to hearing that, huh?"

Fitz shook himself first. "Well we're quite smart."

"I noticed." Trip grinned. "Way to make a man feel inadequate."

Jemma rolled her eyes. "Well we're very sorry for that." She muttered sarcastically. "You can fly a plane though. Neither of us can do that."

"Yeah, and I can't show you my PHD." Trip teased.

Fitz smiled. "Well at least now you and Skye can start a club. We'll have to split up on game nights."

"Please, that girl will win poker any time. I know the type."

Jemma sighed. "I hope she's okay." She murmured, carefully placing the blood samples into her case. "Finding out that Quinn got away... that can't be easy."

"It's okay." Fitz assured. "I'll stay with her."

"I know." She murmured. "I just worry."

"I'd noticed, actually." Fitz teased, and Trip grinned.

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Fitz ducked his head into Skye's room. "Hey." He said, "Jemma let you out?"

Skye looked up from her laptop and grinned. "Not exactly." She said, "But she's not here, is she?"

Fitz bit back a laugh. "She's mad at you now." He could feel Jemma's irritation.

Skye shrugged. "I can deal with that if I don't have to deal with the lumpy hospital bed and being stabbed by needles all the time."

She shifted over when Fitz sat down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You okay?"

Skye sighed, leaning against him. "Yeah. I just- I can't believe he got away."

"He can't hurt you now." Fitz murmured. "You're here. You're safe."

"I'm not scared."

"Yes you are." He could feel it. "It's okay."

Skye shuddered. "I-I don't wanna be scared." She said. "There are four of us and one of him and we can keep each other safe, but... I still have nightmares about him coming." She looked down. "He- he kills all of you, and I have to watch. I can feel it, I feel all of you die, and then- he comes for me."

Fitz pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "We're all here." He said. "He can't get us." He hesitated. "You know that May basically caved his face in, right?"

Skye looked up. "What?"

He laughed softly. "Well she was angry. And you know how protective she can get."

"Well yeah, but..." Skye paused. "Did she really?"

"Yeah." Fitz said. "He didn't look very good after. And it was only about a minute. Coulson basically had to pull her off him."

"They didn't mention it." Skye mumbled, then hugged him back tightly. "Thanks for telling me."

"Any time." Fitz said. "You can tell us. If you have those nightmares, you can tell us. We want to help Skye."

She sighed into his shoulder. "I'm not good at that." Skye said quietly. "I-I've always had to do everything for myself."

"I know." Fitz murmured. "But you have us now. Let us help you."

Skye swallowed. "I'll try."

"Thank you."

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Skye was nervous. Part of her didn't want to share her theory with Coulson. It had disturbing implications. It could be insulting to him, even. She didn't want to be the one to say it, but it did need to be said.

She knocked gently on his office door.

Coulson looked up. "Hey," He smiled. "Good to see you walking around."

Suddenly she felt awkward. "I was walking around earlier." She muttered at her feet.

Phil shrugged. "Well yeah, but it wasn't really the time to talk about it." He waved her in. "Have you found something?"

Skye swallowed, hugging her laptop to her chest. "No. I've got a program running that's tracking Garrett's plane though."

Coulson cocked his head. She was nervous about something. "What is it?"

Skye shifted. "I- was just thinking about the clairvoyant." She said, taking a seat opposite Coulson. "And- something about it doesn't add up."

"You have a theory?"

Skye bit her lip. "I... the clairvoyant knows things. Things that they shouldn't be able to know, where we were at the villa, how to get you at the bridge. But- they can't know everything, or they wouldn't have-"

"Shot you?"

"I was gonna say kidnapped you, but whatever."

It might have been funny but for the circumstances. Coulson leaned back in his chair. "What's your idea?"

Skye looked down. "I was just thinking... what if they're sensate?"

"What are you trying to say Skye?"

She swallowed. All in now. "Well- if they saw any of us, they'd be able to visit, but we might not be able to know if they're there, just kind of... out of sight. And you can't try to visit everyone you look at, so we wouldn't know. And they know a lot about us, sir, but... not more than we do. The clairvoyant only really sees what's happening, so I thought..."

Coulson steeped his fingers. "It's a disturbing thought." He admitted. "But clusters tend to keep each other in check."

"Not if they're the only one left. Like Garrett. You guys were saying you were scared he'd go crazy, what if this person did? What if they didn't have anyone left to lean on like Garrett had you guys? Or if they could hide it, bury it under other thoughts, block out their cluster."

"It's possible." Coulson muttered. "I'll see if someone can get through to Peggy." When Skye looked confused, he elaborated. "Our parent. She's hard to talk to these days, but she might know something that could help us find this person."

Skye shifted. "You don't think I'm being paranoid?"

"Oh you're absolutely being paranoid." Coulson said, "But that doesn't mean you're wrong."

"I don't like this." Skye muttered. "I- I don't want to be right."

"I don't really want you to be either." He sighed. "But we can't just pretend that it doesn't make sense. We have to know."

"Thanks for listening to me." Skye mumbled.

Coulson smiled, even though he didn't feel it. "Thanks for telling me."

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Fitz had, in his relatively short time as a sensate, become quite good at blocking the others out when he wanted to. They could still visit though, so he supposed that word wasn't really accurate. He just needed quiet sometimes. He needed his time by himself without all their sights and smells and feelings overwhelming him. He loved Skye and Jemma, and he was coming around to Trip, but it all got to be so much sometimes. He needed space to think. Even from Jemma.

Which was exactly what he had now, as he combed the plane for anything Garrett had touched. Skye was still a little hazy from her medication, and Trip and Jemma were on their way to the Hub to meet Tori, try to track Garrett's plane from there, and, only known to them, run Skye's blood samples. This was still important. Agent missing or no, the GH 325 could save countless lives.

The more he thought about it, the more Garrett's disappearance bugged him. How could someone take a whole plane without them noticing? How could they make it so that all of SHIELD's tracking, any satellite feed, radar, sonar, all of that was not enough to find where it had gone?

It didn't make sense. No one could just vanish like that, even someone who was supposedly psychic.

Well. More psychic than them.

Fitz frowned as a thought occurred to him. "Trip," He asked, "Did your plane have a comm link to the Bus when you got here?"

Trip looked up from Garrett's file at the Hub. "Yeah." He said, "They used it to threaten to blow you guys out of the air."

"Charming." Fitz muttered. "Thanks."

"No problem man." Trip muttered, "Still getting used to this thing. It's weird."

Fitz smiled. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

"Over and out." Trip grinned.

Fitz grimaced. So there was an audio link between the Bus and Garrett's plane. Maybe if he could get to the access panel, he could see if he could salvage some of it. Distance would be an issue, and it might not work at all, but it was at least worth a shot.

He knocked softly on the cockpit door. "Agent May?" He called, "I was just wondering if I could have a look at the audio links if that's okay." He pushed the door open. Huh. No one there. May must be training or something.

Fitz couldn't help but feel nervous as he tracked the link from the dash to the compartment by the cockpit door. Like he was doing something wrong. Like he was going to get caught. But he wasn't doing anything wrong. He was just doing his just, and what the hell was this? "What are you up to?" He mumbled, then almost jumped out of his skin when the cockpit door opened.

May frowned at the sight of him. "What are you doing in here?"

Fitz stared. "I-I was just trying to see if something was up with our audio link from the Hub, but- I-I think it's fine now." He stuttered, slowly stepping around May to get to the door.

May frowned. "Fitz, is everything okay?"

He nodded vigorously, "Oh yes, totally fine, everything's great, just great."

He hurried away, feeling surprisingly afraid.

"Fitz!"

He jumped, raising his hands and realising that maybe he should try to sneak Trip's combat training. "What?" It was Skye. Just Skye.

"I was just looking for you." She said.

"Why?" Fitz asked nervously. "I didn't do anything."

"What? I didn't say you did." She gave him a look. "What did you do?"

"I-" Fitz looked back to the cockpit. "I'm not sure. I just- do you know why May would have a dedicated hardline in the cockpit?"

"What?"

"Yeah, dedicated to one receiver. She's not supposed to have that, it's not in any of the plane's schematics. Do you know who she's talking to?"

Skye frowned, trying to understand what Fitz was saying, what it all meant. After a moment, her stomach dropped. Maybe the clairvoyant wasn't a sensate after all. Maybe it was a SHIELD agent. And they had May informing on them. "Cut it." She said, "You have to cut the line, now Fitz, go!" He hurried off and Skye bit her lip. She wasn't stupid, she knew that May cared about them. There was no way she'd sell them out willingly.

She did the only thing she could. Ran to tell Coulson.

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"Put it down May!"

Melinda took a step back, her breath catching when she saw the gun in Coulson's hand.

"It's not what you think, it's just an icer." She said, trying not to look at Fitz's betrayed eyes.

"This one's not." He said grimly. "Real gun, real bullets, so start talking."

May stared. "I-"

"NOW!" He shouted, and she felt trapped.

Melinda knew that she couldn't tell him. If she did it could tear his mind apart. "I can't." She said, knowing that he wouldn't accept it.

Skye stepped out of a side door, her own gun drawn. Her heart clearly wasn't in it though. "Please, May, just put it down. We can help."

May met her eyes. She could feel Skye's fear, but also her concern, her love. She swallowed the lump in her throat and held up her hands, letting the icer fall to the ground and kicking it to the stairs. "Look." She said, "I can explain everything. But not here."

"Why not here?" Coulson said poisonously. "You have to check with someone first? Using that encrypted line Fitz found in the cockpit?"

She couldn't help but glance at Fitz when Coulson said his name, and something in her heart throbbed when she saw how he shrank away from her. Skye's hands lowered ever so slightly.

Coulson didn't falter. "Who's on the other end of that line?"

May set her jaw. "I can't say."

"It's okay." He said softly, but there was a cold to him now that was rarely there. He ignored Izzy and Tori telling him to calm down. "I think I know. It makes sense now, why you've been blocking us out, why you were so scared when you found out that Skye had that connection too."

May frowned, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Stop lying to me!" Coulson shouted. "Who's the clairvoyant?! How long have you been spying on us for him?!"

She stared. This was all wrong. "I-" Before she could say anything, the plane shook violently. They all stumbled, falling and flailing. May clung to Lola to keep her feet.

She could see Phil trying to keep his gun on her, still struggling to stand. "What did you do?!" He demanded, "Where are we going?!"

"I don't know!" May cried, "I swear, I don't know what's happening, I didn't do it Phil!"

He glared. "You know how you can prove it." Phil said, and May's heart dropped.

"Don't." She said softly. "You know I can't."

"Yes you can." He spat. "You just won't. You never do, and I thought it was because you were scared, but that's not it, is it? You just don't want us to see who you've been answering to."

Skye took a tentative step forwards, holding out her hands, "Coulson." She said softly, "I think you need to calm down, okay? Just- take a breath." She inched closer to May. She had never seen Coulson this angry. She had no idea what he would do. But she didn't think he would shoot her.

May spotted Skye's approach. She knew what she was trying to do. She wouldn't let her. She slowly stepped away from Skye. "I swear, I don't know what's happening, you have to believe me."

"No, I don't."

Skye rolled her eyes. "Then where is the plane going?"

May shot her a look. "HQ can override control of the avionics, send us anywhere they want. Let me take a look at the controls and maybe-"

"No! No way!" Fitz yelped.

"We're not going anywhere until you give us answers!" Coulson glared, advancing. "Why do you have an encrypted line?!"

"Yeah, and try to shoot me when I found it!"

Skye tried to move between May and Coulson, but found her feet rooted to the ground. May wouldn't look at her. "It was a dedicated line," May said calmly, "To Director Fury. That's the truth."

"Fury?" Surprise seemed to pause Coulson's anger. "I haven't been able to get hold of him for weeks."

Skye swallowed. "You were reporting to him?" On what? On who?

"That's all I can tell you."

"Oh COME ON!" Fitz yelled. "Just come out with it!"

"I'm under orders!" May snapped. "Fury will tell you."

Coulson scowled. "You'd better hope he's waiting wherever we're going." He said. "Or you can get him back on the line."

"I can't get Fury on the line because Fitz cut the line!"

"Skye told me to!"

Coulson took a breath. "Skye." He said calmly. "I want you to go to the cockpit, tell me where we're going. Fitz, get back in the walls and fix that line." Before any of them could blink, he had snatched up May's icer and shot her twice in the chest.

Skye yelped and almost fell over. She managed to catch May before she hit the ground. She was angry, but she knew that wouldn't do anything right now. "Yessir." She muttered, letting Coulson carry May to the interrogation room.

She hated this.