A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry. I lost my muse for this story and just got it back.
Grant sat on a park bench and watched for his target. He was there to intercept a meeting between Calvin Zebo and a unknown associate of him. Zebo was a doctor-turned-scientist who went insane after the disapreance of his infant child and the death of his wife. The associate was thought to have the Obelisk. He didn't expect to see Skye.
She had walked up to the place Zebo was expected to show up. She said something to a man holding a briefcase. She spoke in an almost lyrical language. She grabbed the briefcase and left.
Grant stopped breathing as he watched her retreating silhouette. He gathered his stuff and left
"How did the mission go?" Jemma asked as Grant returned to the bus. "Did you get the Obelisk?"
"No." Grant said. He couldn't the glimpse of Skye he had seen.
"Why not?" Fitz asked. He looked up from the invention he was working on.
"A girl..." Skye "...grabbed it before I could."
"Is that so, agent Ward?" Coulson asked as he walked down the sprial staircase that lead to the hanger.
"Yes, sir."
"What did she look like?"
"I didn't see much. From what I can tell she had dark and was wearing all black." Grant struggled not to yell It was Skye! That would only make the team's
grief even worse.
"I expect a full debriefing on my desk tomorrow morning." With that Coulson left.
Grant went to his bunk. He collapsed onto his bed. He closed his eyes and Skye's face danced on his eye lids. Thoughts about her invaded his mind. Happy thoughts came first. he thought of her smile and her laugh and how she was the only solace he found in his life as a double agent. Then came the thoughts he would rather not have. Thoughts that asked why Skye had taken the Obelisk and why she could touch it and why she hadn't come back. His thoughts lulled him into a nightmare-filled sleep.
Skye's scream rang out. The noise made Grant sick and caused panic to ball up in his stomach.
Grant swallowed and followed the sound down a narrow hall. His steps were silent. His breathing become heavy as Garrett's voice joined the echoing screams. His foot steps became to drag and his pace slowed to about the pace of a slug.
"You could be useful, girl." Garrett laughed. "Maybe I won't kill you.
Grant moved quicker now. He reached the end of the hall, only to find that it spilt. "Skye! Where are you?" He yelled, panic lacing her words. No answer came. He took a right and rushed down the hall. "Skye!" He checked every door as he went. She wasn't here. He turned around and bolted to the other side of the hall. The white walls become red as he went along. "Skye!" He opened the last door and saw her.
"It's too late, Grant." Garrett laughed. Skin on his face was peeling and blood was running down his face. "She's dead." Blood flew out of his mouth as he spoke. He pointed to the lifeless body lying in a metal chair.
Grant sat up, a sheen of sweat covered his face and arms. He pulled his knees to the chest and quickly composed himself. He left the safety of his bunk and went to the Bus's kitchen. He made himself a sandwich.
"You okay, Ward?" Fitz asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Bad dream." Grant said. His tone was dry.
"About..." Fitz paused. "...her?" He knew of Grant's near constant nightmares.
Grant nodded and bit into his sandwich.
A/N: Sorry for the length and the suckiness.