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Ward awoke to a light beeping sound. He slowly raised his head and examined his surroundings. He had fallen asleep in Fitzsimmons lab. His head was resting on the black keyboard and his legs were outstretched under the desk. He slowly rubbed his eyes and searched for a clock. 3:43 A.M. Ward sighed and slowly rose out of the desk. He was just about to exit the room when the beeping sound came back again, Ward snapped his head back and walked slowly to the monitor. An alert suddenly popped up, causing Ward to fly back in defense. He recovered slowly and searched his surroundings, making sure nobody just saw him try and defend himself from a television screen. He shook it off and examined the alert closer. He squinted his eyes and read the text carefully. He was almost done reading when a broad smile stretched across his face. It was a report saying they have found the vehicle in which Skye was taken. Automatically, the address popped up onto the screen. Ward quickly dashed out of the lab,

"Coulson!" He yelled.

…..

"I don't get it," SKye said, trying to keep as much strength in her voice as possible. She had been given yet another dose of the truth serum and her body was wearing out. She forced her eyes to stay open, "Why aren't you torturing me or something? Not to say that your voice isn't torture, 'cuz it really is," Skye shifted uncomfortably and examined the room once more. It was completely empty and colorless. Not one object, other than Jack's chair, was in the room. She once again focused her attention on Jack, "Also, this room could use some interior design. Its looking pretty bland."

"I'm not torturing you," Jack said, completely ignoring Skye's last comment, "because I was instructed not to."

"Instructed?" Skye asked. She watched as a guard tapped Jack on the shoulder and shook his head in a warning,

"Who's she gonna tell?" Jack said, "Even if S.H.I. is looking, they'll never find her." The guard slowly stepped back to watch the events unfold. Jack quickly readjusted his bright grey suit and red tie.

"Yes, Skye, I was instructed. Aperently, your previous captors were a bit too rough with you than he had wished." Jack said. Skye gaped at him. How had he known? Who? Did she say something under the serum by accident? If so, what else did she say? skye forced her questions to stay in her mouth as she recollected herself,

"He? Who is he?"

"More like a they, Skye. Come on, I thought you would have pieced this all together by now." Skye sat there in silence. It was all starting to make sense. Why she had been captured the first time, this second time. They were the same people. But who? Jack noticed Skye's confused face,

"Look past the puzzle pieces. Set them aside and start over, from the beginning." Jack said,

"From the begin-?" Skye froze mid sentence. The beginning. They were the same people who hunted her when she was a baby. They killed two S.H.I.E.L.D teams. At first, SKye didn't know how to act. She felt relieved, for she had found out who had been hunting her and who knows everything about her past. Relieved that she had finally been captured and no more had to worry about anybody else getting hurt because of her. She almost smiled until the wave of terror hit. These people murdered dozens of people to get to her…and now she's finally here. Skye let out a shaky breath,

"Well, I guess we've come full circle then."

…

The entire team piled into the car,

"Where are we going, fitz?" Ward asked, putting the car into reverse,

"An industrial area by the outskirts of the city, sending coordinates to the GPS now," Fitz said. He and Simmons were seated in the very back of the car, whispering back and fourth. Ward tried to listen in on the conversation but decided to actually focus on driving.

"Sir," Ward said, keeping his eyes on the road, "Do you think Skye's there?" Coulson took a deep breath,

"Theres…theres really no way to know, Ward," Coulson said. The drive was only 20 minutes but it felt like forever. Fitzsimmons chatted in the back while May and Coulson discussed exit strategies. Ward and May were to go inside and scope out the place along with Coulson while Fitzsimmons messed with the computer system and anxious feeling began in each of the members as they rounded the final street.

….

"Well, my clever girl you figured it out." Jack said. Skye had been dreaming up ways of escape but immediately forgot her plan. Her wrists ached from where the zip tie was holding them back, and her head hurt from the mental strength she used from fighting the truth serum.

"Okay, you got me. After all these years of you hunting me down and me, escaping, not even knowing people were after me. Congrats," Skye said sarcastically, "Good job guys, great effort." Skye winced as she accidentally put pressure on her elbows, which have been burned by the rubbing of them on the cement floor. She pushed the pain away, "You know, maybe next time you could, I dunno, tell me I'm being hunted so I could at least try to escape, ya know?" Skye smiled her devious smile, "Well, I mean i obviously can get away from you guys if you hunted me down for 24 years and I escaped without even trying. Thats gotta sting. Yeah, that should put a big giant dent in the reputation," Skye said. She lifted her head to face Jack, "In my honest opinion." Jack scrunched his face in anger and sunk to the floor until he was eye level with Skye. He reached his hand up and slapped her hard across the face,

"Smart ass," Jack murmured, standing up. He motioned to the guards, "It's time.". The guards took Skye and pulled her to her feet. Skye could barely balance on her own. Her head spun and her eyes started to flutter closed. Holding on to her arms and shoulders, the men and Skye walked out the door.

…..

"Anything?" Coulson asked into the comms. He, may, and Ward had entered the building easily, but without eyes on the cameras, the mission would be impossible.

"No-Wait! I got it, sir!" Fitz screamed. He had gained access to ten of their cameras,

"You see Skye?" Ward asked. Fitz scanned the cameras but came up with nothing,

"No sign of her, sorry Ward,"

"Its okay," Coulson said, "Lets go."

They entered a new hallway that was low lit, long, grey, and other than them, completely empty. Fitz fed them directions to get to the main area of the building. Seconds after turning into a hall, Ward heard footsteps. He warned Coulson and May, and, with no turn for another good 30 feet, they dispersed and attempted to locate their own hiding spot. Just as a group of men walked by, Ward slipped into the broom closet.

He bent down and looked through the small window. The group was assembled in a type of square, as if something important was hidden in the middle. To Wards terror, they stopped right in front of the small broom closet he had hidden in. He heard muffled voices shout as he quickly retreated under the window. Seconds later, he peaked up to see a sight that he had been hoping to see for two days: Skye. She was in the center of the arguing men, barely standing. She was obviously getting supported by two men next to her. Ward watched as Skyes drowsy eyes fluttered Open and closed, open and closed. Just as she was about to close them again, she turned to face the closet and made eye contact with Ward. Her eyes widened with, not happiness, but an emotion he had never seen her show: terror. She looked around rapidly at the men who were paying no attention to her. She turned back to ward. She smiled ever so slightly and let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. Ward was about to smile back when the group started moving again. Ward watched as the men holding Skye pushed her, sending her tumbling foreword, away from him once again.

…..

He's here. He is actually here. Skye's mind raced. Her heart pounded from excitement. As much as she wanted to know what the hell was going on with her, she wanted to go home. She barely felt the men pushing her foreword as she thought about home. Her longing to finally sleep in her own bed again, watch those movies that she and Ward always put on after the others went bed, and to finally feel at home. Her whole life, she never had a home. Until the bus. That was her home. And she longed to feel that way just one more time. A tear dropped from her eye as she felt them round a final corner. Her heart raced as Jack fumbled with the keys. He found the right one, pushed it in the door, and it opened slowly.

Skye struggled to see inside. It was dark. Not a single light was on as they dragged her into the room. The men pushed her foreword, but this time, they let her go, causing her to fumble foreword and fall to the ground. Skye managed to land cleanly on her knees as she inched in pain. Everything hurt. She didn't know why, but that was the least of her problems. Skye frantically searched the room. Nothing. The guards were exiting the door as Skye was placed in the center of the room. Just as the last guard left, she thought she saw two figures…maybe three sneak in. Her heart jumped as she thought of May, Ward, and Coulson. She struggled to find them but they had disappeared into the shadows.

"I have been waiting so long for this moment." A voice said in front of her. She breathed heavily as she heard slight footsteps heading toward her. Skye said nothing as the man stepped into the light. Skye had never seen him before. For some reason, she expected to recognize the person who had tried to take her so many years ago. He was tall. Skye estimated about 6'3. He had brown hair, tousled and obviously in need of a cut. He was in his late 40's, younger than she had expected him to be. He was wearing a dark black suit with a bright red tie. His eyes were a dark blue.

"Well, was right, you certainly are beautiful." His lip curled into a devious smile. He stepped around her, circling her,

"I also heard you were quite sassy. Wonder where thats gone." He spat out the last part, knowing exactly why Skye has changed in the last few days. Skye wanted to scream at the man, maybe insult him, but her body didn't let her. Skye attempted to get to her feet but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder, forcing her down.

"Don't struggle, my dear, it will only hurt more," The man said. He was right. With each breath, Skye had gotten weaker and weaker. Everything hurt. Even the slight tilt of her head caused a shock of pain through her entire body. Skye glared at him,

"Decades of hunting you down, and now you are here in front of me," He said. He stood over her, still with a smug look on his face. He walked over to the far corner of the room," You know, you caused quite the mess 20 years ago, with your powers killing half of my men." He came back with a syringe and a knife.

"Oh god," Skye thought, unable to bear the thought of another syringe entering her body. She swallowed hard, Skye wondered where her team had gone…or if they were even there.

"Now, don't be alarmed. We have already given you the most painful part, thats why you are currently feeling as if your body is being torn apart piece by piece. Just think of this last one as a…stimulant for the first one." He approached Skye, getting closer and closer,"I have been waiting so long to finally harness all of your powers." He said. He placed hiis foot on the back of her neck and pushed her to the ground. She let out a cry, feeling pain in every part of her body.

"Now, don't move." The man said. He was just about to place the syringe in Skye's neck when the sound of the safety of a gun clicking off interrupted him,

"Get away from her, you son of a bitch." Ward said, pointing a machine gun at the man's head.