Episode 9: Repairs
Part One

Batesville, Utah

At a gas station, a worker sat behind the counter, reading a newspaper that read: LABORATORY ACCIDENT KILLS 4. LONE SURVIVOR QUESTIONED AFTER PARTICLE ACCELERATOR EXPLOSION. He looked up when he heard a bell ding. There was a young woman, who quickly started walking between the aisles shopping. She grabbed a box of crackers and some paper towels. The man at the counter watched her as she passed.

Opening a refrigerator, she grabbed a container of milk. She turned around and put all the stuff on the counter in front of the man.
"Hi," she said timidly. The man said nothing, just stared at her. She noticed and tensed. "Is there a problem?"
"Jack Benson was a friend of mine."

The woman's shoulders sagged, and sadness filled her face.
"I'm – I'm so sorry."
"You were the one in charge, right? Some kind of manager?"
"Uh, he – he was my friend, too." His voice grew louder.
"Jack's wife said it was your fault. That true?" She looked at him before shaking her head.
"You know what? Um, never mind. I think I'm just gonna go somewhere else."

As she walked away from the counter, the man quickly walked out from behind the counter, blocking her path.
"Hey! I asked you a question."
"Stay away from me," she warned. Things started flying off the shelf next to the man and hit him. He exclaimed in pain as various products were hurled at him.
"What the hell!"

He snarled at her when it stopped.
"You did that?"
"No, I – I swear." The shelving unit fell over on top of the man, knocking him to the ground. The woman put her hands to her head and began to cry with fear. The man crawled out from under the shelves. "Get away from me!"

The woman was crying and lowered herself to her knees. The man ran out of the store with his cell phone in hand. He stopped running when he saw the gas pumps on the ground leaking gas onto the pavement. He looked over to see his newspaper stand on fire. He ran in the opposite direction from the pumps.

Inside, the woman stopped crying, extremely scared.
"No. Lord, please, not again," she begged. The gas reached the fire and suddenly there was a large explosion outside, blowing the windows in and she ducked behind the counter, starting to sob.

Sara yawned as she pulled on her shirt. She grabbed her hairbrush, starting to run it through her hair. She heard the shower turn off and ducked her head, smiling softly. She dropped the brush on the bed and started braiding up her hair.

A cell phone chimed, and she glanced at Ward's cell. She picked it up, reading a message from May.
"We have a mission," she called to him. The bathroom door opened, and Ward walked out, wrapping a towel around his waist.
"Any specifics?" he asked. She shook her head.
"Not yet."

Ward smiled at her, wrapping his arms around her.
"Morning," he whispered, lightly kissing her. Sara smiled back at him.
"Good morning."

Inside Coulson's office, the woman from the store's picture was up on the monitor as well as information on her. Her name was Hannah Hutchins.
"Wait, a telekinetic?" Skye asked. "I thought they didn't exist."
Coulson shrugged, "We never verified one. That's why we're going to Batesville, to conduct an index asset evaluation and intake."
"Does that mean we talk to her and see if she has powers?" Skye questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Basically."

Skye scoffed, "Well, that needs a better name. Less IRS more… better. Something like the welcome wagon."
"I want you to pay close attention on this one, Skye," Coulson told her firmly. "It's an opportunity to learn how to deal with someone with newfound abilities."

Getting up from his chair, he walked around his desk to hand her a folder.
"It's not like I've never done this before," she reminded him. She opened the file and began to read. "I found Mike Peterson before you did."
"Remember how that went?" She looked up and gave him an 'oh, right' look. "This is a chance to see how it's done when it's done right."

Coulson walked out of his office and Skye stood to join him.
"How many people like this have you encountered?" she asked.
"A handful," he shrugged. "There's not that many people on The Index."
"They must wig out when they see the S.H.I.E.L.D. trucks roll up," she muttered.
"Each case is different. Some people are in complete denial that there's anything unusual about them. It's a delicate process, and from al reports, this sounds like a particularly sensitive situation."

Skye kept reading through the file.
""Particle accelerator explodes." Hannah Hutchins, one of the quality controls engineers. Was it her fault?"
"The town blames her. Four technicians died in that blast, on her watch."
"That's terrible," she sighed. "All those families."

Looking at a picture, she stared sadly at the four people who had killed.
"Small church community, they're pretty rattled," Coulson said.
"She must be, too. Friends, co-workers dead, and on top of all that, she may have some crazy power she can't understand."

While they were talking, they walked past the planning room and down the spiral staircase to get to the cargo hold.
"Or control," he added. Simmons looked up at them as they walked down into the cargo hold.
"Sir, the Department of Energy's declared the particle acceleration lab too dangerous to enter." She and Fitz were standing at the base of the stairs, waiting for them.
"But the good news is, we think we can retrieve the disaster event data from the instruments," Fitz said.
"We'll determine the cause and see if there's any correlation between telekinesis spontaneously forming and a particle accelerator exploding," Simmons added.
"Well, it does use giant magnets to fire billions of subatomic particles into their anti-particles at the speed of light to create miniature big bangs," Coulson said. "So, it seems like a good place to start."

Fitz-Simmons stared at him with complete awe that they didn't have to explain that to him.
"I read," he shrugged.
"I'll try not to mention big bangs when we talk to Hutchins about the explosion," Skye muttered.
"You'll stay in the car," Coulson told her. She gapped at him. "This is a delicate situation. We don't know what kind of danger this woman poses so I'll make initial contact with Agents Ward and May."
"Wheels up in five," May said from the catwalk. "Better strap in."

Skye rolled her eyes at Coulson.
"It's a delicate situation, so you're bringing along warm and fuzzy?" Coulson gave Skye a little grin before shaking his head.
"No, Sara will be the one to actually determine if Ms. Hutchins is a danger or not. She's our people's person." Skye pursed her lips together as the team started up the stairs. Ward and Sara walked up to them.
"Hey, guys," Ward said, tossing their overnight bag into a corner.
"You're late," May chided.
"Thanks for the reminder," Sara snarked. May sent her a smirk before repeating what she told the others.
"Wheels up in five."

May drove the SUV towards a house that was surrounded by police and a large angry crowd.
"We know what you did!" one cried.
"She blew up that gas station," another called. "Why aren't you arresting her?"

Hannah stood on her porch; arms crossed over her chest as she tried not to cry. Coulson walked up, showing his badge to a police officer there. He walked past the crowd with Sara following. May and Ward stood behind, near the officer and turned to look at the crowd.

Looking at the officer, Sara frowned.
"Officers, is there anything you can do to get these people to disperse?"
"Been trying," one shrugged. "But it's a free country." Coulson looked at Hannah.
"Miss Hutchins, I'm Agent Coulson. We specialize in strange occurrences like the one you've encountered."
"You've come to lock me up?" she asked in a quiet voice. Sara quickly shook her head.
"No. To talk."
"Well, with good will that do?"

Someone threw an egg towards her, and she moved out of the way as it hit her front door.
"Get out of here!" Sara glanced back to see a very angry man.
"We don't want you here anymore."
"Officers. Get those people back," Ward ordered.
"Murderer!"

They heard the sound of tires screeching and Coulson saw the police car driving down the road very fast. No one was inside.
"Move it! Move out of the way! Go!" another man yelled. The car headed straight for the mob and Coulson saw the angry looking man standing in the path of the car.

Quickly, he went down the front steps and threw himself at the man, knocking him out of the way. The car cut through Hannah's fence and yard before finally coming to a stop. A woman glared at Hannah.
"It's her! That freak just tried to kill us!"

Getting out of the SUV, Skye hurried over to the woman. She grabbed her arm, getting her attention.
"Hey, calm down." The officer standing next to Hannah drew his gun and pointed it at her. Sara stepped in front of the woman, holding out a pleading hand.
"Easy, sir."

As Hannah noticed the gun pointed at her, she cowered behind Sara.
"Put the gun down," Ward said, coming up the steps.
"Leave me alone," Hannah begged. Coulson walked over to her as she made her way down the steps.
"Ms. Hutchins, please calm down."
"It wasn't me," she panicked.
"Please calm down," Sara said as Ward handled the officer. "We're not going to let anyone hurt you."

She stared at Sara with wide eyes and nodded her head. Suddenly, there was a faint zapping sound and Hannah collapsed to the hard ground. Standing behind her, May held the Night-Night gun. Skye stared at May with large eyes. "Time to go," May said. Coulson and Ward stared at May with confusion while Sara bent down to check on Hannah.
"So much for the welcome wagon," she muttered, sending May a glare.

Outside a large building, Fitz-Simmons stood next to a sign that read: PARTICLE ACCELERATOR COMPLEX; AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. There was a red lock on the fence and one of the drones were flying overhead.
"We don't believe that people have telekinetic powers, do we?" Simmons asked.

Reaching up, Fitz grabbed the done when it was close.
"May was forced to sedate her. The woman made a police car move… with her mind."
"There's no principal that would support –"
"Telekinesis. Not yet. We did believe it for a bit, though, remember? Freshman year?"

His partner merely gave him a blank look.
"When Sally Webber made the books fall off the table in Neurobiology?"
"Oh… well, that was a particularly cruel prank."
Fitz scoffed, "You screamed like a girl." She looked at him bewildered.
"I am a girl!"
"You know, that's the one drawback of graduating three years early, we never got to pull any freshman pranks on anyone else."
"Mm," Simmons nodded.

She looked lost in thought for a moment before her eyes brightened.
"Fitz… Skye never went to the Academy. She's a freshman."
Fitz grinned, "A wide eyed little freshman."
"And, being pranked is an integral part of becoming a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent."
"Well, mandatory, really."

Leaning over to one side, he watched another drone fly around him.
"Why not give her the full S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy experience?" The drone lowered itself into its case and Simmons put away her tablet.
"It would be unjust to deny her such a thing," Fitz agreed.

An agent walked over to them as Fitz picked up the drone case.
"Information data uploaded," Fitz told him. "Let's get going."
"Yes, sir," the agent said, leading them to their car. Fitz-Simmons exchanged bright excited looks.

Hannah was curled up in the holding cell on a mattress. Ward, Coulson, and Sara were watching on the monitors inside the Planning Room.
"Just a mattress, sir?" Ward questioned. "It's a six-hour long flight to The Fridge."
"Fitz and Sara added magnetic shielding to the cage after Simmons had her scare. If Miss Hutchins has this power, then that room should keep it from getting out. But in there, she'll be just as dangerous."

May walked into the Planning Room, barely catching Sara's upset look as she looked at the screens.
"How is she?"
"The Dendrotoxin's wearing off," Coulson answered. "She'll be awake soon, scared, in a strange room. Our next interaction with her is crucial to gaining her trust… which is why I want you there."

She raised an eyebrow as Sara let out a small scoff.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" May asked.
Coulson nodded, "If Miss Hutchins is gonna believe anything we say, she needs to know we're not hiding things from her. Which means you, explaining the situation."
"What if that doesn't calm her down?" Ward asked. "What if that makes her more agitated?"
"Then he definitely wants her in there," Sara muttered before raising her voice. "Lose the tie, Coulson. If she's telekinetic, you don't want a noose around your neck."

Inside the holding cell, Hannah was mumbling things to herself as she held onto a cross necklace. She looked up when the door opened and she sat up quickly, putting her back to the wall. Her face showed how scared she was.

Cautiously, Coulson held up a bottle of water.
"Brought you some water." Slowly, he walked towards her, setting the bottle down by her feet. "It's okay," Coulson told her. "I'm Phil. This is Melinda May." May gave her a nod of her head.
"How did I get here?" Hannah asked.
"I sedated you," May answered bluntly.

Coulson looked at May with a little smile before looking back at Hannah.
"I apologize for bringing you in that way. Things were escalating. It was for everyone's safety." Hannah nodded her head in understanding.
"Everyone safety. Good. Okay… Oh, Lord, what have I done?"
"I promise you, Miss Hutchins, nobody was hurt back there."
"Wherever I go, things turn bad."

Leaning forward, May studied the woman carefully.
"Were you angry at those people, back at the house?" she asked.
"Um, angry?" Hannah repeated. "No. I-I know most of them. They were angry. I understand. Oh, God. Frank's wife, the way she was looking at me."
"Frank Dealcort?" Coulson asked. "He died in the accident?"
Hannah nodded, "Because of me, they're gone. I killed them."

Skye sighed as she stood in front of the monitor, watching what was happening.
"So sad."
"And normal," Simmons added behind her. "These readings are entirely within average ranges… Of course, it's hard to find something when you don't know what you're looking for. All I can tell by these brain waves is she's upset."

Rolling her eyes, Skye frowned at Simmons.
"You need a computer for that?" she questioned. "May's in there. The woman who shot her."
"Sedated her," Simmons corrected.
"Things got out of hand," Fitz said. "May sorted it out. She's the Calvary."
"Mm," Simmons agreed.
"Where does that name come from, anyway?" Skye asked.

Fitz-Simmons gave her a surprised look, speaking at the same time.
"You don't know?" Fitz asked.
"Didn't Ward tell you?" Simmons asked. She gave a little laugh. "Of course not. You spent no time at the Academy."

Her and Fitz shared a pointed look. Fitz had been leaning on the table by his elbows, but quickly straightened due to excitement.
"It's quite a story," Simmons told her.
"Yeah, well, Ward isn't exactly a chatty S.O."

The two scientists walked closer to her.
"Well, imagine if you will…" Fitz began. They stood right in front of her, very serious faced. "A heavily secured compound. Manama, Bahrain. Multiple S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are taken hostage, tortured for information." Simmons ducked her head, looking sad.
"May's mission, eliminate the threat."
"You mean, kill people?" Skye asked.

Simmons shook her head.
"Not people. Entire squads of mercenaries, almost 100."
"More than 100," Fitz said.
"More than 100 men, heavily armed," Simmons quickly corrected herself. "Her vehicle got totaled, so she rode in."
"And, um, she had a M249 in each hand."
"Right, in each hand," Simmons agreed. "And she rode in on a horse."

Skye gave them a confused look.
"Hence the name… The Calvary," Simmons finished.
"Is this real?" Skye asked.
"She eliminated the enemy threat single handedly," said Fitz-Simmons. Simmons turned away with a serious face that broke into a grin when her back was to Skye. She picked something up as Skye turned to look at the monitor again.
"She saw a lot of hurt that day," Fitz sighed. "Is that why she's so –"
"Happy?" Simmons finished for her.

Turning, she handed a drone to Fitz. He put it into a docking station.
"Particle accelerator data loading," Fitz said. He hit a few buttons on the holocom that was set up in the lab. He moved the file into the middle of the table then swept his hand up, making it a 3D model. He took a moment to look at it and Skye smiled.

Seeing one particular object, Fitz pulled it away from the model and passed it to Simmons. She looked at it carefully. Glancing over at Skye, Fitz's eyes went wide when he noticed her holding onto a piece from the model.
"No!" He gave her hand a smack and she gave him a hurt look. "You do not touch that!"

The piece she was holding started floating under the accelerator. Fitz picked it up as Simmons made a face.
"Oh." He held up the piece she had for her to see.
"Two semesters minimum of holographic engineering before you get to touch this!"
"All right! All right! I get it," Skye said, holding up her hands. "I didn't go to your stupid S.H.I.E.L.D. Hogwarts or whatever. I'm gonna go upstairs. And I'm going to do my own research on my computer. My boring, old, flat computer."

As Skye walked out of the room, Fitz-Simmons gave each other a high five without looking at each other.
"Can you believe she bought that?" Simmons asked.
"A horse, brilliant," Fitz whistled.
"You think you have the next prank?" Simmons questioned.
"We must carry on the tradition," Fitz said solemnly.
"Yeah."

Back in the holding cell, Coulson was now sitting beside Hannah on her mattress.
"For weeks, I was getting reports from Section two," Hannah was saying. "Complaining that the coupling assembly was coming loose at the bolts. Tobias is the… he was the technician down there. We replaced the part, and we triple checked it for damage. Seems like I went down there every few days."
"Did you find a problem?" Coulson asked.

Sadly, Hannah shook her head.
"No. But clearly I missed something."
"My team is working to determine what really did happen and what might have happened to you."
"To me?" Hannah asked. "What do you mean?" Coulson looked at May for a moment.
"We believe that somehow, as a result of the accident, you acquired some form of telekinetic ability."
"You think it's me?" Hannah asked. "The police car, the gas stat – you think I did that?"

He shook his head.
"We're not sure, and this can be a hard thing to hear, but all those events have one thing in common."
"Me," she agreed. "But I'm not causing it. It's not me. I wish it were because then maybe I could make it stop." May frowned at her.
"But if it's not you, then what is it?"

Hesitantly, Hannah looked back and forth between May and Coulson.
"You people won't believe me," she finally said. May took a step closer and lowered herself to eyelevel with Hannah.
"Try me."

A fresh tear ran down Hannah's cheek.
"God is punishing me. He abandoned me. He doesn't protect me anymore. That's why this is happening."
"Protect you from what?" Coulson asked.
"Demons, sir. I'm being haunted by demons." Glancing up, Coulson shared a look with May.

The whole team gathered in the planning room, looking at the holocom.
"Delusions of being persecuted aren't uncommon after trauma," Simmons said.
"She's certainly being through her fair share," Ward agreed.
"She's blaming herself. It's guilt," Skye said.
"It's all of it, she's broken," Coulson said. "Pour over the accident site. If that tragedy gave her powers, we need to shut them down. If it wasn't her fault, even better. But until then, she's a danger to all of us."

As Coulson walked away, Sara caught a brief flash of something behind him. It was gone when she blinked. She rubbed at her eyes, feeling the past sleepless nights coming back to bite. May glanced at her.
"You okay?" she asked, voice low enough so the others, who were filing out, didn't hear her.
"I'm fine," Sara answered, fighting back a yawn. May gave her a rare smile.
"Get some sleep when you can," she ordered.
"Yes mum."

Skye stood in Coulson's office, pleading to talk to Hannah.
"Just let me go in and talk to her, sir, as a friend."
"I can't let you do that," Coulson shook his head.
"It's too dangerous."
"She's not dangerous," Skye argued. "She's nice, like, overly nice."

Pulling out her tablet, she started going over that data she had gathered. May walked into the room, leaning against a wall.
"She never misses a birthday post to her friends, runs the youth program at her church, recuses dogs. Hannah's a safety inspector, not just because she's detailed oriented, but because she –"
"She genuinely cares," Coulson sighed.
"Right. And someone with that much empathy being responsible for that much loss of life, she's devastated. Sprouting nonsense about God punishing her for –"
"People believe what they need to believe to justify their actions," May interrupted.
"Is that how you justify your shoot first policy?" Skye asked.

May cocked her head in irritation, looking away.
"At least let me try to repair that damage," Skye tried.
"Until we figure out what's going on with her, she stays locked up and you stay away," May ordered.

There was a noise of something fall and Coulson quickly looked to the floor. He saw a small plastic box that had a silver sphere inside of it. It was lying on the ground.
"Thought that was glued down," he mused.

Getting out of his chair, he bent down, picking up the items. He straightened, looking at Skye.
"You're asking the right questions, Skye. But, for now, that's all you get to do. I'm sorry." Skye gapped at him, then shot a look to May. After a moment, she rolled her eyes and left his office.

Ward stood in the kitchen area of the bus, cutting into a tomato. Skye was sitting beside Sara at the counter, speaking to them.
"I just don't understand her at all. Everything to her is just –" Skye changed her voice to sound like a robot. "Target acquired. Threat eliminated."

Picking up his cutting board, Ward moved to stand in front of her.
"Well, she's a specialist," Ward told her.
"In one thing," Skye argued. "You can catch a lot more flies with honey than with Napalm, just saying."
"Hand me the lettuce, Sara?"

As Ward held out his hand, Sara passed him the bowl.
"And she says I need to stay away," Skye said. "But you know what I think. I think she needs to get laid." Sara grimaced at that idea as Ward started grinding pepper onto his sandwich.
"Might want to be less confrontational with Agent May," Sara suggested.

Skye rolled her eyes. "I'm not scared of her. Well, I am, but just because The Calvary shot 100 guys on horseback doesn't mean she knows how people work." Ward grinned, looking up.
"Wait, horseback? Where'd you hear that?"
"Fitz-Simmons."
"Were they messing with you?" Sara asked.

Skye started to open her mouth and looked like she was about to protest, but then didn't. Sara glanced at Ward, a playful grin toying on her lips.
"Story gets bigger every year," Ward shrugged. "It wasn't 100 guys, it was 20. Trained assassins. May crossed them off with one pistol, no support."
"She recused a bunch of agents?" Skye asked.
He nodded, "There definitely wasn't a horse."
"Well, if it went so well, why's she so squirrelly about the name?"

With a flourishing touch, Ward finished making his sandwich. He glanced at Skye again, but it was Sara who answered her.
"Well, May's not in for the glory. She got the job done. End of story." He started looking around for his knife to cut the sandwich in half.
"What did I do with that knife?" he questioned.

Sara shrugged before sneaking a bite. He glared playfully at her.
"Hey!" She gave him an innocent look.
"What?" Skye smirked as Ward stole his sandwich back. Honestly, she'd be lying if she said they didn't make a cute couple. "I'm heading to the lab," Sara said, standing. "See you two later."

Hannah jumped when the doorknob of the holding cell rattled. She started to breath heavily and grew scared.
"Leave me alone!" Pounding noises started coming from all around her. One noise came from behind her head, and she scooted herself into the middle of the room. "Oh, God, please forgive me!" She jumped to her feet when a pound came from below her. She began to scream as the pounding continued.

Down in the lab, Simmons was still working with the 3D holograph of the accelerator. There was a long pipe outlined in red in front of her.
"Ah, this must be the coupling from the reports."

Waving her hand, the explosion happened in front of her. Gasping, she stepped back from the model.
"Oh dear, the technicians were right." She looked over her shoulder to find Fitz standing there, wearing a gas mask. "Were you even listening?"

Glancing up from her tablet, Sara looked at them.
"You weren't even a wee bit scared?" Fitz asked. He held up his fingers, showing a small amount. Simmons closed the hologram.
"More disappointed really," she answered.

Removing his gas mask, Fitz looked at the face of it.
"It's fine, it's fine. I'm just workshopping here, and yes, I was listening. I was about to go fetch our own magnetic couplings to run simulations."

As he walked away, Sara looked to the monitor at the terrified Hannah. Simmons followed her gaze with a sigh.
"Sara, will you go with him and grab some more Diazepam for Hannah? She may need to be more heavily sedated. And, Fitz, the prank needs more work as well."
"I know," Fitz shrugged as Sara followed him out of the lab. "I'm trying different things. It's the timing that matters, Simmons. Skye can't suspect a thing." He stopped, looking firmly at his sister. "Not one word," he warned. She shrugged before smiling mischievously at him.

In the living room, Skye was sitting with her feet propped up on the coffee table. She was looking through an article about the explosion. Swiping with her fingers, she came across the employee record for Tobias Ford.
"Ward, come look at this."

Finishing up his sandwich, he moved over to her. He looked over her shoulder at the employee record.
"Tobias Ford… Oh, isn't he one of the technicians who died at the plant?"
"Yeah," Skye nodded. "And he filled three safety complaints in the past month, each one in Hannah's department."
"She thought he was a friend, but he had it out for her?"
"Sad part is… he was right."

Walking down a hall, Sara glanced at the gas mask in Fitz's hand.
"Freshmen pranks, eh?" she questioned. He winked at her before opening the door to a small, strange room.
"Oh, couplings," he practically sang. "Couplings, couplings."

He lowered his head in deep thought before setting down the gas mask. He opened a drawer and looked at things.
"Actually…" He took a piece out of the drawer and closed it. He was about to leave as Sara stopped him. She held out a mop and his gas mask.

Fitz' eyes widened, and he nodded.
"Now that I could use." He took the mop from her, holding it up. "All I need now is a little bit of twine…"
"And an unsuspecting victim," she added. He grinned, turning to the empty hallway.
"Oh, that's fantastic!"

Inside the lab, Simmons was still looking at the 3D model of the accelerator.
"Well… that's odd," she mused. Spinning the model around, she zoomed into one area of the explosion. Her eyes opened big with surprise. "My God," she breathed out. "Fitz look at this. What are we seeing here?"

She was looking at what seemed to be an alien landscape, complete with some sort of large moon or sun above it.
"It's as if the explosion tore open some sort of window to –" She turned quickly when she heard a voice that was not Fitz.
"To hell," he finished for her.

When Simmons fully faced him, he swung a very large wrench down on her. She ducked out of the way and the wrench smashed into the glass holocom. She fell to the ground and tried to scurry away from the man. Her back hit some drawers on a desk and when she looked around, the man was gone.

Coulson ran into the lab, looking around at the damage.
"Simmons! Are you okay?" He hurried over to her and helped her stand.
"Sir, Hannah's telling the truth. She's not telekinetic. There's someone else on this plane."

Suddenly, the power went out. Simmons' eyes went wide.
"What was that?"
"Plane's lost power." They turned as the doors to the lab closed, sealing tightly. "We're going down."

May rushed into the cockpit, followed by Ward. She sat down in her seat, grabbing at the controls.
"Ward, you certified?" she questioned.
"What about engine driven generators?" he asked in return.
"Those are dead, too," she told him as he sat in the co-pilot's seat. "Switch batteries to maintain flight control. The rest will be needed to keep the cage shielded. Flaps 10."

Doing as he was told, Ward started pressing buttons. He was a bit rusty, but everything Sara taught him was coming back to mind. Where was she? Skye gripped onto the back of his chair, alerting him to her presence.
"Lower landing gear," May called.
"What can I do?" Skye asked.
"Buckle up."

As Skye moved to sit, May squinted out the windshield.
"There's a decent sized field ahead, but it's gonna be rough. Vertical landing's out." Ward looked out the window.
"Coming in a little hot," he said as the ground came closer.
"I got it!"

The plane's wings began to hit trees as it landed. May and Ward were thrown forward when the plane finally hit the ground and slide to a stop. The plane fully stopped, and Ward threw a surprised look over to May.

They met with Coulson and Simmons in the hallway.
"Our ear coms are usually relayed through the plane, so here's some hardware," Coulson said, grabbing a walkie-talkie.
"Did the girl do this to us, sir?" Ward asked.
"We believe Miss Hutchins is the victim here. Our theories about her powers have been disproved."
"By whom?"
"I saw a ghost," Simmons told him.

Ward threw her a look and she shrugged in defense.
"I know how it sounds, but a man attacked me and then he disappeared."
"Did you get a good look at him?" May asked.
"He dematerialized!"
"May, run your systems check. Is the cage still shielded?" Coulson questioned.
"Most of the power is dedicated to it."
"This man or whatever he is, has been tormenting Miss Hutchins. The cage might be the one thing protecting her now. We'll inform her."

Raising her hand meekly, Skye spoke up.
"Sir, can it be me to talk to Hannah?" Ward's head fell back in frustration.
"Her life has been turned upside down and we stuck her in a nightmare box. She's thinks she's being punished. Can I please be the one to deliver the good news?"
"That a non-corporeal madman is hunting her?" Ward dead-panned.
"Again, I think it'd be better coming from anyone else, really…"

Slowly, Coulson nodded at her.
"All right. I'll head upstairs to activate the emergency transceiver and radio HQ. Ward take a firearm. Escort Fitz-Simmons downstairs. Assess the damage and get us up and running." He started towards the door.
"Wait!" Simmons exclaimed. "Guys, um, where's Fitz and Sara?"