Previously: Simmons walked in on a sobbing Skye and saw Ward holding her down on the bed. She promptly responded by sticking a syringe into his back.

Chapter Fourteen

"Jesus! What the hell, Simmons?" Ward shouted, his hand feeling just below his neck where Simmons had just shoved a needle.

"Get away from her!" she cried, shoving Ward away from the bed. And surprisingly, she was able to do so. He toppled over easily.

Ward could feel himself losing it. He couldn't stand. Heck, he couldn't even sit up. He let himself fall to the ground, at least getting to the wall to lean on before his body completely stopped responding.

"What did you do to him?" asked Fitz.

"It's a muscle relaxant… I was seeing if we could use a formula for a new type of sedative. I grabbed it while we were running out of the lab, just in case." Simmons turned on Ward, obviously angry and with no trace of fear in her eyes. Not that there was anything Ward could do that would provoke such an emotion in his current state anyway. "What were you doing to her? We heard her screaming!"

"What was I…" Ward trailed off. "Look at her! I didn't do anything to her, something's wrong with her!"

Simmons turned abruptly, as if she hadn't been hearing Skye's constant crying, sobbing, and pleading.

Ward hadn't been too far from Skye's bunk when he'd heard the quiet whimpers coming from the room. Despite probably better judgment, he decided to check on his old rookie.

She was having some kind of nightmare. Her face was screwed up in fear and she was mumbling under her breath, small sobs passing through her lips every few moments.

That was before the horrific screaming.

Skye thrashed in the bed and Ward had thought for a moment she was having a seizure, clutching down on her wrists to make sure she didn't move too much to hurt herself. More pleading came through her lips, and despite how much Ward shook her, she wouldn't wake up.

Fitzsimmons showed up then. Given his stance, they obviously came to some very bad conclusions. And now here he was, slumped uselessly on the ground as the two scientists tried to stop Skye from thrashing.

"Fitz, hold her down!" shouted Simmons as she pushed on Skye's shoulders. Fitz was somewhat awkwardly holding her around the stomach, almost like he was hugging her.

"I'm trying, she's too strong!"

As if to prove his point, Skye pushed passed both of them and leapt out of the bed as though a demon had possessed her. The sheet was pulled with her as she collapsed to the ground and rolled onto her back, clutching her middle.

She almost looked like a scared child trying to ward away monsters. Not that she was even wearing pajamas – she must have decided not to change as she was still in the outfit Ward saw her in when she broke down earlier – but the way she rocked on the ground was near juvenile.

"Please stop! You don't have to do this, they didn't do anything!" Skye shouted to no one. "I'm right here. I'm right here!"

The analyst broke off into unintelligible sobs then, but she was no longer thrashing. She just rolled onto the ground until she settled into the fetal position.

Simmons looked horrified, a hand covering her mouth as Ward saw tears began to appear in her eyes. He noticed Fitz almost try to reach for Simmons' other hand but pulled back, and he instead knelt down next to Skye.

"Skye, you have to wake up now. You're not there," he said calmly, but the girl just kept sobbing.

"What in the hell is going on?"

All eyes turned to Triplett, who stood concerned in the doorway.

"Skye!" he exclaimed, skidding on his knees to sit next to Fitz. "What happened?"

"She must be dreaming, there's no other explanation!" Simmons said, stepping over with them.

"And what's he doing here?" Agent Triplett asked, looking at Ward.

"He was just here by coincidence," said Simmons with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Fitz' eyes suddenly turned cold. "What if he wasn't?"

"Oh right, and here comes the blame," Ward mumbled.

"Like you don't deserve it. You almost killed Simmons and me!" Fitz went off.

"Hey, look," said Triplett. "Not that you don't deserve to be pissed at this asshole, but we've got something else to worry about. And after all he's done to try and find Skye, I don't think he'd want…" Triplett gestured to the shaking girl, "this to happen."

Not without a moment of hesitation first, Fitz nodded begrudgingly.

"She's starting to thrash again," mumbled Simmons. "Triplett, get me a pillow from her bed!"

The agent did as he was told and Simmons immediately put it under Skye's sweat-drenched head. Ward cursed the stupid serum running through him, he felt so pointless. Not to mention he probably looked like some sort of ridiculous rag doll.

Skye began hitting the ground with balled fists as she cried, her head sliding off the pillow. Simmons reached out her own hands shakily, trying to get the pillow back in place. Suddenly, with determination that surprised Ward, Simmons pulled Skye's head onto her lap, leaning down to hold it in place.

"It's ok Skye, you're safe," she cooed, brushing back the girl's hair.

Surprisingly, within a few moments, the hacker quieted down. Still shaking with tears coming through, but she'd definitely improved.

Simmons gasped. "I think the physical contact is helping!"

Fitz immediately scooted forward to break down one of Skye's fists so he could hold her hand, and Triplett, tentatively at first, started to rub her back.

It was as intimate of a scene if Ward ever saw one. He briefly wondered, if he weren't currently incapacitated, would the agents allow him to take part? Would he?

Skye's eyes fluttered open, looking directly into Simmons'. She still had the frown of someone about to break down crying on her face, but seemed relieved to be awake and aware of her surroundings.

"Hey, don't worry," Simmons soothed. "We've got you. Your family's got you."

At the word "family" Skye's relief all but disappeared and her eyes held the fear and anguish her strange actions had been showing them the last few minutes.

That only lasted for a few fleeting seconds, and then she looked somewhat peaceful again. Skye blinked back the extra tears that made their way through at that moment. She then managed to give them a reassuring smile, just before it morphed to portray a look of great resolve.

Without a word, Skye lifted herself off the ground. Her eyes moved to glance at Ward for a moment. There was curiosity etched on her tear stained face, but she either decided she didn't care or just didn't bother to ask. She began walking purposefully out the door.

"Wait, Skye! Where are you going? Do realize what just happened?" protested Simmons as she stood up. "Skye!"

When Simmons called out her name the second time Skye stopped, turning around to face the room with eyes that screamed determination.

"I'm going to go have a chat with my father."

A/n: Ok I lied about Monday, but it seemed like you guys wanted to know want happened next sooner. Super short chapter anyhow, but I hope you liked. Let me know! :)