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A/N: Hello again. Here is the next chapter. As you might have notice I changed the title. That is because I have decided to go with Skye/Jemma/Alex relationship. I hope that is alright. I am a Skimmons shipper and this my way of having Skimmons in my story.

Enjoy the chapter.

The Hacker, The Biochemist and The Beast

Chapter 4

A Piece of the Past

Alex's POV

Coulson and I drive back to the plane in silence. I don't mind at all, taking the drive to enjoy the wind on face and blowing my hair around. Probably won't get to feel this again. I think, as we pull up in the cargo bay of the plane. Once we are parked, I carefully get out of the passenger seat, so I don't get blood anywhere on Coulson's car. I stay standing where I am as the Jeep comes in and watch Agent Ward get out of the passenger seat. He looks my way with a glare before stocking off to the staircase and up to living area. I just sigh and shake my head, not really understanding his problem with me. It's not like I'm a danger to anyone on the plane, unless I'm threaten. I 'm not big on using violence, only as a last resort and to protect myself and others from harm. Something I'm guess Agent Ward doesn't believe. I'm brought out of my thoughts by my senses picking up vanilla and look down at Agent Simmons, who looks wary about approaching me.

"Um, I thought you could come to the lab with me to clean and bandage your wound." She says, motioning to my side with her right hand while the other fiddles with the hem of her jacket.

"Yeah, ok. Lead the way, Agent Simmons." I say and give her a reassuring smile. She smiles back at me and turns around to lead me to the lab. I'm not completely comfortable with doctors or scientist, not after my time at the Facility, but Simmons seems alright and my wolf side likes her.

"Alright, hop here while I get the first aid kit." She says while clearing off a spot for me to seat on a metal work bench. I do as she says and hop on the work bench, watching her retrieve the first aid kit from a cabinet. Once she has it, she walks back over to me and sets it down beside me on the table. "Alright, lets have a look." Simmons says putting on some gloves.

I lift my shirt up high enough for her to examine and clean the scratch marks I have on my side. Simmons bends over to look closer and puts a gently hand near the wound. She looks adorable when she is concentrating on something. I think, looking down at her so close to my torso.

"Its not deep, so you don't need stitches." She says while going through the first aid kit. I nod my head absentmindedly, having thought I wouldn't earlier. Next thing I know, I feel a cold sting against my wound and look down to see Simmons cleaning away the blood. I don't wince or grimace at the slight sting of the alcohol on my open wound, stopped feeling anything like that along time ago. After she is finished with that, she applies an ointment gently on it before placing a bandage over it. "You can take the bandage off later, it's just until it scabs over." She informs me and I nod my head as I lower my shirt down. "Now, lets have a look at your hand." She says, holding out one of hers to place my injured hand in. My hand and wrist are a tad worse then my torso, but again I don't need stitches. Simmons puts a couple of butterfly stitches on a few of them to help, but other then that just a bandage.

"Thank you." I thank her, giving her a grateful smile while getting off the table. She smiles back at me before shaking her head.

"I should be thanking you, Alex. You saved me from the other guy." She says. "Cleaning your wounds is least I could for you."

"I was just doing as Coulson instructed me to do." I tell her with a shrug. "I also have a strong protective instinct." And see her perk up at my comment.

"Is that because of the Wolf DNA that was added?" Simmons asks in an excited curious voice, the same one she used earlier while explain something I somewhat understood. Biochemistry wasn't my strong suit before.

"Not really. I was protective before this all happened." I say, leaning on the table I was just seating on. "I think it just made it more pronounced then before." Looking over to the doors when I hear them whoosh open and see May standing with her usual expression. Does she ever smile, even a small one. I think, standing straight, sensing she is here to retrieve me.

"Coulson and I want to talk to you." May tells me and I nod my head, I turn to Simmons, who looks a bit upset at not talking further.

"Thanks for patch up and the chat, Simmons." I say to her, giving her a friendly smile. She gives me a bright smile in return.

"Yes, anytime on both accounts. See you later, maybe, Alex." She says, giving me a small wave before I walking over to May. She steps to the side as I approach, letting me walk ahead of her out the door and up the staircase.

As I enter the living area, I see Skye and Fitz playing Scramble. Both look up as May and I pass by, but Fitz quickly looks away when he catches my eye. Skye holds my gaze longer, but it quickly darts to where the bandage is hidden under my t-shirt. I catch a quick glance of Ward making a sandwich in the little kitchen area. I make my way to the black room, but May's hand on my shoulder stops me.

"We are talking in Coulson's office." She informs me, pointing to the other set of staircases. I nod my head in understanding and head for the staircase. Before May and I headed back to the Jeep, she told we would be talking about what she observed with Coulson. I'm guessing the reason we are talking in Coulson's office is because there are no camera's for people to watch and listen in.

The door to his office is already open and Coulson is seating in a chair waiting. He motions for me to seat on the couch opposite him and I slowly take a seat. May leans against Coulson desk to his right.

"May has informed me of what she observed in the park." Coulson states and I don't hear a hint of anger in his voice or accusation.

"You recognized him, didn't you?" May asks and she doesn't speak with much emotion in her voice, because if it was Ward, there would be accusation clear in every word.

"When you first showed me the video, I didn't. The hood over his face and the angle of the camera hid most of his features." I try to assure them, looking them both in the eye before continuing. "It wasn't until I had him by the throat in the park that I recognized him from my time at the Facility." I say, running my hands through hair to calm my self.

"Who is he?" Coulson asks, relaxing his stance a bit.

"His name is Yuri. He arrived at the Facility four months before I escaped." I answer, remember the first time I had meet Yuri nearly four years ago. I sensed something off about him then and I was proven right in the park. "He was still stable when I left. Well, his wolf side was anyway."

"Are you saying that he was mentally unstable as a human?" May asks. I swear I hear a hint of worry in her voice and know she understands how dangerous that can be if that is true.

"I'm not really sure, didn't spend a whole lot of time with others. It's the feeling I got from him, but if he wasn't then, he is now." I answer her and watch a flash of worry go through her eyes. "Which makes him more dangerous then I first thought." I direct towards Coulson.

"What do you mean?" He asks, looking throughly confused.

"He is not losing control of his wolf side, not completely. He is losing his mind and that's why he is killing." I explain and sigh when Coulson still looks confused. "Something inside of his brain is not working, maybe a mental disorder of some sort. If that's true, then with what he is, it makes him more dangerous. He wouldn't be able to control that side of him. Probably why he is killing." I clarify for Coulson and watch him slowly nod in understanding.

"That means somewhere between when he arrived at the Facility and now, this Yuri started to lose his mind." Coulson muses and I nod.

"It's been over three years since I escaped, a lot could have happened with him." I state to no one in particular.

"Three years?" Coulson questions.

"Yeah, two years with S.H.I.E.L.D. and one on the run from anybody and everybody." I say looking off to the side, remember my brief year of freedom. I didn't get to do much, because I was always looking over my shoulder and I had no means to do anything. I still enjoyed being out of the Facility though and not being tested on every other day. Even with S.H.I.E.L.D. I have some sort of freedom, they did test me when I first arrived and do so every six months to make sure nothing has changed. I would rather have very little freedom with S.H.I.E.L.D. then be back at the Facility.

"I wasn't aware of that fact." Coulson says mostly to himself.

"Nobody does." I reply quietly and Coulson and I just look at each for a moment and an understanding passes between us.

"What do you think we should with him?" May asks, bringing me back to the topic at hand. I look out the window to think over what we should do with Yuri. I stand by what I told Coulson earlier in the black room, killing him is the only option.

"He is too dangerous to contain. It would be like be caging an animal, a killer wild animal at that." I state, turning back to face them. "I stand by what I told you earlier, Coulson. Putting him down would be the best option. I don't like it and I know you don't either, but in the state he is in I don't see another option." I say with complete honesty on the situation. In the state of mind Yuri is in right now, he wouldn't go down with out a fight and it would be one to the death. Which scares me for everyone on the plane. May and Ward, maybe Coulson, can handle themselves in a fight, but they won't be able to handle a fight with Yuri.

"I have a video call with A.D. Hill in ten minutes. I'll inform her of everything you have told me and let them decide. It's late anyway and you need something to eat and rest. We all do, I think." Coulson says after a few minutes of silence after tell them what I think should be done with Yuri. My stomach grumbles loudly at the mention of food and both May and Coulson have amusement dancing in there eyes.

"Come on, Alex. I'll fix you something to eat." May says with amusement, the first hint of emotion I have heard in her voice since arriving on the plane. I smile sheepishly at her and get up from the couch.

As is becoming the norm, I walk ahead of May out of the office and down the staircase. I pause at the bottom, unsure of where I should go. May motions for me to follower her to the kitchen area, where Ward has left by now, and points at the small table for me to sit at. I slide in the booth and patiently wait for whatever May is going to make me. Looking over to my left, I see Skye and Fitz still in the living area playing Scramble, but Simmons has now joined them. I chuckle under my breath at the banter between the three that I clearly hear from here. I'm brought out of my staring by the sound of a plate being slid across the table and look down to see a huge sandwich in front of me with chips on the side.

"Thank you." I say to May as she sits on at the table with me, her own sandwich in front of her.

"Your welcome. I figured turkey was a safe bet for you." She replies taking bite of chip and I take a bite of sandwich. Mmm, this good. I think, chewing slowly. "Where did you learn Chinese?" May asks just as I swallow my second bite.

"Rosetta Stone." I answer, popping a chip into my mouth and she raises her eyebrow at my answers. "It came highly recommended if you wanted to learn another language." I say with a shrug, taking another bite out of my turkey sandwich.

"Why Chinese though, out all the languages?" She asks again just as I swallow my bite.

"I just picked randomly and Chinese was the first I picked." I answer, taking a bite of my sandwich again. May also takes a bite, most likely thinking over what I just told her.

"You know other languages?" She asks after swallowing her bite. I nod my head, quickly chewing and swallowing the bite I had in my mouth.

"Yeah, French, German and Spanish." I list off, popping chip into my mouth. "I'm learning Russian right now." I inform her and she nods her head.

"Why are you learning to speak different languages?" She asks, actually curious.

"For something to do." I reply, popping another chip into my mouth and she nods her head in understanding. "I have the free time to it as well." I say before taking a large bite out of my sandwich. We fall into a comfortable silence, enjoying our sandwiches. I finish mine and I just sit there eating my chips slowly, listening to the banter between the three still playing Scramble in living area.

"How is the scratch?" May ask after we have been quiet for awhile.

"Fine, didn't need stitches. Just a cleaning and a bandage." I answer before placeing the chip I had in my hand in my mouth.

"Thank you for what you did, even though you got hurt instead." She thanks me, giving me a smile.

"It could have been worse for you if I hadn't, like I told Simmons. I was just doing as instructed." I say, eaten the last chip on my plate. "Even though probably wouldn't need me to do that if it was just a normal person." I add.

"No, I wouldn't." She says with a glint in her eye that reminds of a red head I know. Another person to get my ass handed to me. I think, as May slides out of the booth, grabbing my plate as she passes. I get up as well and wait for her by the table to walk me the short distance to the black room. We walk in silence to the black room and I step inside after she opens the door for me. I stop just inside the door when I hear her say my name quietly.

"Goodnight." She says, with a small smile.

"Goodnight. Thanks for the sandwich." I say back to her and she gives me a nod before closing the door and seconds later I hear the clink.

I walk over to the bed and notice the bag that was brought with me is on the bed. Quickly shedding my hoodie and examining it, noticing not scratches or blood. I hang it on the back of the chair in the room and taking off my t-shirt, which is now garbage because of the blood and holes in it. Tossing on the floor at the foot of the bed to deal with later, I look through the bag for something to sleep in. Before putting on a grey t-shirt, I peel back the bandage to if I can take it off. I'll take it off in the morning. I think, putting the corner back into place. I sit on the bed to take my boots off after putting the t-shirt, placing them neat near the foot of the bed. Looking through the bag again, I find the pair of black sweatpants with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on them. After putting them on and placing my jeans neatly on the table, I put the bag at the foot of the bed.

I pull back the cover half way down the bed and sit on the bed Indian style, resting my arms loosely on my knees. I close my eyes and start doing the breathing technics I learned. Every night before I go to sleep I meditate for thirty minutes. It helps relax me and the wolf and also helps me control the wolf better. After meditating for thirty minutes, I lay back on the bed and pull the covers up to my waist. Just like my room at the Hub, this black room is sound proof which means I won't hear what everyone does around the bus. The only down sound of my heighten hearing, especially when trying to fall asleep at night during my year a freedom. Minutes after laying down, the exhaustion from earlier hits me and I fall asleep quickly. Imagines of a certain brunette filling my dreams.

A/N2: Hope you enjoyed, see you next chapter.