A/N: Hey guys, I'm soooo sorry that I haven't been updating, but I only just got my laptop back today, so more writing! XD Good times all round! This scene is a little longer than previous ones, and I want to say a special thank you to changingdestiny40 for supplying me with some ideas as to what it is exactly that the gang are going to get up to. You'll start to see those ideas come into play soon.

Thank you to Maddison1803, changingdestiny40 and LJ717 for your reviews! They're always welcomed and replied to! :3

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Skye sat in the back seat of the black sedan, going over in her mind how she felt about the situation she had found herself in. Grant was driving while Kara was in the front passenger seat, giving him directions. The whole journey so far had felt…like home. Like a family, like she belonged. And she was terrified that it would be shattered yet again.

"How much further do we have to go?" she asked timidly as there was a lull in their conversation. Grant glanced back at her in the rear view mirror and Kara turned around to face her, both smiling softly.

"It's a basement apartment in the next state over." The latter replied, checking on her map and pointing to the left side of the state of Missouri.

"So another day, maybe two." Grant said, supplying the estimated time of arrival. Skye nodded and curled up on her seat, the consistency of the car's movement lulling her into an uneasy sleep.

Flashes of The Playground's laboratory. Fitz, looking concerned and yet afraid of what she could now do. Simmons, a disturbing lack of empathy on her face, holding a large syringe in her left hand. A few other scientists standing by, ready to record results. Like she was some test animal.

Like they were Whitehall, and she was her mother.

"No!" she pleaded, tears streaming down her face as she fought with the soldiers under Coulson's command. "Jemma, please! Don't do this!" Her voice rose several octaves, the shrillness blending into a scream. "Fitz, stop her, please!" Despite her attempts to get free, and the violent tremors that shook the base, the men holding on to her strapped her onto a table. Her hands and feet were bound, and the only part of her body that she could move to any reasonable degree was her head.

"Skye, you need to relax, or you're going to be in more pain." Simmons said coolly, professionally. As though Skye was just another patient, and someone that she didn't know. Skye didn't know this Simmons.

"Why?" she breathed out, sobs wracking her body. "Why are you doing this?"

"Skye–"

"Skye!"

She jolted awake, holding her head tightly between her hands. All at once, she took notice of her surroundings. There were tear tracks on her face, water still streaming down them. The car was no longer moving, at least not of its own volition. The ground and everything on it was trembling, the ferocity matching her racing heartbeat. She was still in the car, as were Kara and Grant. However Grant had now moved to the back seat of the sedan, holding on to her tightly. The gasping breaths she took alongside the panicked looks that she swept over the area, alerted the others to her return to consciousness.

"Skye? You're okay, you'll be okay. It was just a dream." Grant murmured reassuringly into her ear. "It was just a dream, it wasn't real."

"B-but it was." Skye sobbed out, still grasping her head as though it would shatter if she let go. "It was real. It happened…and it's my fault!"

"Skye, regardless of what you've done, no one retains the right to make you suffer what you have." Kara stated firmly. "To make you scream and relive your torture in your sleep is more than cruel, it's inhumane. This is not your fault."

Skye blinked up at her, still crying, but the quakes around her subsiding. Grant rubbed her back and side, pressing kisses to her hair.

"What have they done to you?" he whispered. "How dare they?"