A surprise, a visitor and a reprieve

The sweat was running down his neck, a single droplet running down his spine and the only sound that he could hear was that of his breath whilst he waited to see if the maniac Garrett was going to end his life. He found it wholly ironic that he could survive being stabbed in the chest, being operated on whilst he was awake and smacked in the face by Melinda May, but it takes megalomaniac pointing a gun at his face with a Black Hawk for back up to take him down.

A branch snapped and all hell broke lose as Phil launched towards Garrett intent on ripping his throat out, from his peripheral vision he saw May break away and head for the trees but he had a chance to call her as a fist collided with his face, he stumbled backwards looking at Garrett with a venomous look, "Ah Phil, slowing down in your old age? You weren't that bad in the academy but I will always kick your ass for I have the added advantage that you cant read me."

Suddenly Garrett felt an injection in his neck and he whipped around to find a smug but very scarred looking Jemma Simmons, "Well sir, you see, I've just injected you with a truth serum and now regardless of whether Agent Coulson can read your or not he will at least be able to get the truth out of you as to what your plans are." Jemma saw the raging look in Garrett's eyes and the vein on the side of his neck pulsing as the blood spread to his brain, showing his teeth he was snarling and running towards Jemma hands raised to be placed around her neck.

Jemma was back up against a tree with Garrett almost catching up when he felt a heavy weight upon his back and in a matter moments an angry Scotsman's was snarling in his ear, "There is no way on this earth that you are touching a hair on her head, I will rip you apart with my bare hands or die trying."

Garrett pulled Fitz off his back and flung him against the tree trunk like a rag doll, "If that is the best that you can do then I suggest you kill yourself now before I come over there and do it for you. You are the puniest thing that I have ever come across and I have fought some things in my time…."

"Hey Garrett, who is out there besides you? I know you did not come alone. You've always been a spineless glory seeking bastard but you ride on the coat tails of others."

Garrett spun round to face Phil and clamped his mouth shut, the urge to talk was the most powerful thing he had ever felt.

"Oh by the way, I've adapted the truth serum to your body, according to the files on S.H.I.E.L.D. and upped the strength of the dosage. If you decide that you do not want to talk then eventually your head will explode from trying to hold in all the information, so my advice would be to talk and get it off your chest." Jemma looked so proud of herself knowing that she had just bested Garrett at his own game.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra are now as one, we have taken them over and infiltrated our way to the top, Fury is dead, his car had an unfortunate accident when it tackled a rocket launcher and lost. We now own the entire system and we're bringing it down on you and Skye, we want to open you up and find out about your psychic ability and her because of her 0-8-4 status and her reaction to GH325."

"Who is on this island?"

"Everyone Coulson, I knew never to underestimate you and your little gang so I came literally with guns blazing as you can see from the Blackhawk above me. I intend to get what and I don't care how I am going to get it …and If I get Melinda May that would be the icing on the cake." He looked at Phil and gave a grotesque and crude wink to show Phil that his intentions were less than pure for her too.

"Garrett, I have died and come back to life, I have been stabbed in the heart and still lived to tell the tale, now I am going to do that same to you but I can guarantee that you are not going to be able to say the same." Phil was once again approaching Garrett and even though he knew Garrett had the advantage he was not going to let him harm a hair on anyone's head but his own.

Garrett was raising the gun again and pointed it square between Phil's eyes, Phil slowly closed them praying that he would shoot him there and ruin any chances of tampering with his brain.

Then he chuckled, "Now why would I do that and ruin a precious organ that I am soon going to tamper with?" He lowered the gun to his heart but in the distance Phil saw a familiar face in the pilot seat of the Blackhawk, Fury was looking directly at him but made a gesture to tell Phil to keep his mouth shut and play along.

"So Garrett how long have you know that I was a psychic?"

"At first I didn't believe it but after Ward started feeding back information about how you got attached to him, I knew that Ward would not lie to me, so I needed to get to you and fast. Ward had hacked in the S.H.I.E.L.D. database and piggy-backed into Skye's computer where a whole hoard of information about frequencies was on there, I told Ward to get the information and I'd bargain with those who'd want you."

Slowly and with the accuracy she was known for having, May crept up behind him praying that Phil would school his features regarding the amount of blood that was on her clothes. None of it being her own, she had met a few people who thought it was a bright idea to fight then give in so she had to teach them a lesson in manners and truth. They are now face down in the dirt definitely one with mother nature and most likely not going to wake up anytime soon but Garrett should have taught them to 'Know thy Enemy.'

"Now Phil, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, you going-"

He never got chance to finish that sentence as a leg swooped round and took his legs from under him, the gun in his hand fired into the air or so it seemed.

May whipped around, "Run! Move your asses now!"

They all started to run towards the vehicle, when May had creeped around it and ready to roar into action, they got to the vehicle but then May noticed that no one was in the drivers seat. She looked around her head whipping through the air and heart ready to burst as she looked for Phil.

Jemma and Skye had helped Fitz into the back of the four by four and tending to the wounds on his head but there was no Phil. Then she saw him, a body face down in the dirt just below the Blackhawk and she set off towards the man not knowing that Fury was in that hawk ready to strike when the time was right.

She skidded to the side of Phil and saw that the bullet had not been fired into the air as she had first thought but hit him in the shoulder and he had hit his head on his way down to the floor, she picked him up in the fireman's lift and made her way towards the car.

Garrett got up on his knees point the gun at May and Phil, "Just where do you think you're taking him ? He is mine."

She saw the Blackhawk fire up ready to inflict damage, "Garrett, you can kiss my ass if you think you can stop me then have fun with your friend."

She pointed to the helicopter and the rocket launchers ready to fire, "Good Luck Garret, cause you're so going to need it." She set off in the ATV with the injured gang and heard the almighty explosion in the distance and praying that Garrett was no more, but right now healing her team was her first priority.

She turned to see a cloud of black smoke engulf the sport where she's sure Garrett was standing moments before.

For now she'd have to wait and see….