Jemma Simmons was scared to death of what was about to happen; she and Ward had been told to go into town and gather information. Little did they know that this town was filled with a terrorist group called the followers of Ogma, who no longer want to be a servant to the Gods, plus Jemma didn't know that Ward was a part of Hydra. Ward was still trying to figure out what he was going to do; fight to save Jemma and himself or sacrifice Jemma and save himself. He had to decide whose side he wanted to be on, then he thought about Skye and the rest of the team; he knew Skye and the rest of the team would be devastated if something happened to Jemma or himself. So he knew he had to convince them to let them go, both of them, he knew he had to survive he had to choose SHIELD.

"Simmons, I know that you're scared, but it's going to be okay. I won't let anything happen to you." Ward said wanting Jemma to believe him.

"I know. I just…I'm really scared Grant." Jemma said softly as she moved to a sitting position with her hands in front of her.

"I'm here Simmons. I'm not going to let anything happen. I will fight to keep us both alive." Ward said as he sat next to Jemma and took her hands in his.

"What are we going to do?" Jemma said as she squeezed Ward's hands.

"I don't know yet, but I'm going to figure out how to get us out of here. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Do you remember anything from when they attacked us?"

"I remember we were walking down the side walk heading east, they came out of a van on the road. They knocked you unconscious with a stun gun, put a bag over your head and put you in the van. I think they did the same for me, but I tried to run and one of the guys hit me."

"Where did they hit you?" Ward said concerned. "What did they hit you with?"

"They hit me with a board in the head. It was quite painful. Everything after that is a blur." Jemma said trying to push the memory away.

"You might have a concussion. Can you follow my finger?"

Ward let go of Jemma's hands and lifted his hand in front of her face and pointed the one he wanted her to follow. Jemma followed with no problems, but then he noticed the lump on her forehead with a cut in the center. He, as gently as he could, moved to check out the cut on Jemma's forehead.

"Does it hurt?" Ward asked softly.

"Yes it does, but it's okay Grant" Jemma said as her eyes filled with unshed tears.

"Jemma please don't cry. I will get us out of here." Ward said as he pulled her onto his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her as best as he could.

"I'm sorry Grant."

"It's okay Jemma. It's going to be okay."

Suddenly there were loud footsteps walking up to the door, so Ward let go of Jemma and put himself in front of her to prevent anyone from hurting her anymore. The door slammed open and several men moved into the room; the man in the middle who looked to be in charge nodded and two men grabbed Ward, two also grabbed Jemma.

"Hello welcome to our prison. You will be interrogated in a few minutes to find out who you work for and where you're from, ladies first." The man said.

"Let her go. She's not going to tell you anything." Ward said as he started to fight the men that were holding him. He almost got free but another man joined the other two in restraining him.

"No, she will be first and if she doesn't talk we will persuade her to talk or bring her back when her body gives out."

"Don't! Let her go!"

"Come."

The man moved out of the way while two of the men carried Jemma out of the room, she was struggling against the men; Ward was doing the same trying to get to Jemma.

"Jemma! It will be okay!" Ward yelled as they carried her down the hall. "Stay strong!"

"She will wish she was dead." The man in charge said before heading out after Jemma and the two men. The three men left after they threw Ward back against a mattress and hurried out the door; they locked him in and he sat his head bowed hoping that he wouldn't be able to hear Jemma cry out in pain.

Jemma was fighting all the way till they tied her to a metal chair; she knew that she had to get out of this situation because it was not going to end well. She had heard what Ward had said as she was carried away; she knew she had to stay strong.

"Well Miss Jemma I think I heard him say. It's just the two of us. Why don't you make this easier for yourself and tell me who you work for?" A man's voice said as he came to stand In front of her.

"I won't tell you a thing." Jemma said as strong as she could.

"My name is Jason. We're going to be here together for quite a while."

Jemma sat there quietly trying to hold her head up high to show that she wasn't afraid as Jason started to look at his tools on the bench near Jemma. Jason decided to go with a volatile approach and walked over to Jemma and undid her button up shirt.

"You know this would be easier if you just told me who you worked for." Jason said softly.

"I won't tell you a single thing." Jemma said defiantly as Jason picked up a sharp blade.

"You'll wish that you did."

Jason brought the blade up to Jemma's face and caressed her face with the blade; Jemma tried to stay still when she could feel the blade dig into her cheek.

"Tell me who you work for." Jason yelled in Jemma's face.

"Never." Jemma said then spat in his face.

"You bitch. You'll wish you had. Bring it in."

A man then entered with a battery and jumping cables; the man put the battery down near where Jemma was tied up and hooked the jumper cables to the battery, then he left the room.

"This will be quite painful. But if you told me what I want to know it will not be." Jason said as he walked over to Jemma and picked up the jumper cables.

"I won't tell you." Jemma said as strongly as she could knowing that the next few hours were going to hurt.

"Fine." Jason said as he attached the jumper cables to the metal chair and Jemma screamed out in horrific pain.

In the cell Ward could hear Jemma's screams; he tried as hard as he could to get untied so that he could save her and not have to hear her cries of pain. He finally, after hours of trying and listening, got the ropes off and tried to find a way out of the cell.

'I have to find a way to get to Jemma.' Ward thought as he evaluated the cell. 'She's been quiet for quite a while. God I hope they didn't kill her.'

Suddenly he heard footsteps he knew that this was going to be his moment to get out of the cell; he knew that they'd be hopefully bring Jemma back and he could make his move to get them out of here. But what he wasn't ready for was the sight of Jemma unconscious in the arms of two large men, her body was covered in spots of bruises and her clothes were skewed around her body. Once they opened the door wide enough Ward made his move, he grabbed the guys holding Jemma on the left side and broke his arm as he flipped him into the room. Next he went for the other guy, who was holding Jemma up, grabbed his gun and put him into a sleeper hold till that guy past out. Ward then moved to Jemma and rolled her onto her back; he could see the marks from teeth on her body and he saw red.

The next two men who came running both got shot in the head; while a third got shot in the carotid artery. Ward picked Jemma up onto his shoulder and began to try and find an exit; he had to get them out of there and quick.