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"Hello?" Skye said. She had been searching the room up and down for a way out, "Hello!? Can anybody hear me?!" She stopped at the door and ran her hands through her hair, "Okay, I know someone is out there! Theres no use ignoring me!" Skye threw herself against the door and let out an aggravated breath, "Okay, I've seen the movies, I know how this goes," She said to the guard she hoped was standing on the other side of the door, "You're the person who was just brought here, right? You're probably just guarding me to get away from some boring desk job. I get it! No hard feelings, but i think a desk job would be slightly more eventful!" She waited for a response, hoping that there actually was someone on the other side of the door, "Please tell me I'm not talking to a potted plant…" She said. She raised an eyebrow,"Okay, I guess I am." She faced her back to the door and slid to the ground. She took a deep breath, "Well what the hell am I supposed to do now?" She whispered to herself.

…..

Ward sat on the couch in the "living room". He had poured himself a drink but had no intention to drink it. That night, not much had agent ate their dinner separately. Even Fitzsimmons ate in their own bunks, which is something Ward never thought he would ever see in his lifetime. Couslon had eaten in his office, and May in the cockpit. It seemed as if life on the plane had come to a halt. With nothing to do but wait, life was…slow. Time all but stopped. Ward wandered the halls. Each of them containing a memory of/with Skye. No, Ward thought to himself, Stop talking like she is dead. She isn't dead. A feeling of doubt rose into his mind as he thought this, She can't be dead…she isn't. He found himself walking into the training area outside of Fitzsimmons lab. A single punching bag still hung from the ceiling from their last lesson that was weeks ago. So much had been going on, nobody took the time to take it down. Along with the punching bag, Skye's equipment was all there, including her phone that she used during the small 5 minute breaks,

"What do you do on that thing anyway?" He had asked her once. She had looked at him with utter amazement and surprise,

"Oh Ward, there is so much you don't know about technology," She replied. Ward smiled and had sat next to her on the bench,

"So tell me," He said,

"Technology is…limitless. The entire dictionary, comfortably in your hand. Pictures of amazing places all around the world on a screen right there. Any book, any movie, any knowledge you can imagine, right here next to you. It's," Ward watched as she searched for a word, "Inspiring." She had always gotten lost in her rants about technology. One minute you'd ask her to search up the meaning of abstemious and the next minute she is lecturing you on how amazing it is to have the whole world of words at your fingertips. He strolled over to the bench, staring down, imagining Skye. Her hair falling loosely over her shoulders, her thumbs patting the screen ever so gently, her dark brown eyes, focused on the small screen. He smiled. Soon, that smile faded. He thought of life on the bus without her. Without the early morning random conversations over a bowl of Lucky Charms. A life without the daily training sessions accompanied by the daily complaining. A life without a little comic relief after every tragedy. A life without the reassurance that you are not alone. No matter who you are, even if your entire family is gone, you are never alone. Just seeing Skye made Ward think of hope. How he had yelled at her and threatened her and she forgave him in seconds. How a man who had kidnapped her only months ago was, in her eyes, at no fault. He had asked her once if everything just rolled off of her shoulders. And her answer had changed his life. Skye has changed his life.

"And I can't let her die."

….

Skye paced in the room. Only seconds before, she had discovered the hidden camera that had been monitoring her. Thus began her plan.

"Okay," Skye whispered to herself, "Disable the camera and somebody has to come and fix it. It'll probably be just the weak techy guy…right?" Skye stopped. Her hope faded, "Of course not, who would send in a weak techy guy," She stopped pacing abruptly, "Wait…am I the weak techy guy?" She contemplated her role on the bus, "Holy shit, I am!" She drew in a deep breath and let it out. She jumped onto the bed and held her face in her hands,

"Come on! Think, Skye, think!" She ran her hands along her face when suddenly she felt something cold, something not…skin. She looked down at her hands and spotted her bracelet. She had noticed a dent in which the people who captured her obviously tried to remove it. She was missing something. Just as the thought rose in her mind, she heard a loud thud. Her head bolted up. Another thud. She stepped off of the bed and made her way to the door. A third thud. She was about to reach the door when it flew open, sending her falling to the ground,

"Oh," Jack said, "You're awake."

"Yeah," Skye said, lifting herself onto her elbows, "Yeah, kinda have been for a few hours, dude, I don't think that cameras working very well for ya," She gestured over to the camera placed under the wooden chair,

"Oh, so you saw that," He made his way over to the chair. He picked it up and placed it in front of where Skye was sitting, her arms outstretched behind her, holding her up, "Well, it was pretty obvious, wasn't it?"

Skye said nothing

"Well," Jack said,"Skye is it? Thats a very unique name, short for Skyler I presume?"

"No"

"Skyler, I am going to ask you a few questions, okay? All you have to do is answer me-"

"I'm not telling you anything and I'm not 5 years old, dont talk to me like a child and don't talk to me like you actually care what I have to say," Jack's eyes flashed in anger,

"Skyler, please just cooperate. All I need you to do is answer me-"

"I'm not gonna answer any of your damn questions!" Skye spat at him,

"Fine, we'll do this the hard way." Skye saw him gesture to the men behind him. Before she could do or say anything, she felt a syringe go into her neck and suddenly, everything was black.