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Well, that's... ridiculous. And anyway, if that's the case, then how do I know this isn't just another ploy, get me to let my guard down? She sent you here to get me. Maybe that's exactly what you're here to do.

If I was here to get you, we would have been gone thirty seconds ago,

Okay then, Terminator. Enlighten me. What was your plan here, exactly? You just show up in the middle of the night when I'm all alone with a warning, and you think I'm just going to let you guard me? After you tried to kill FitzSimmons. That's a new level of delusional, even for you.

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[ his face right now says that yes, that was exactly the plan. but he's distracted from outlining his reasoning by her accusation. ]

Let's not get hyperbolic. Fitzsimmons were in a floating waterproof box filled with equipment. Believe me, if they'd stayed on the plane, things would have been much worse.

Oh, floating, really. Is that what you call it? Have you... looked in a dictionary lately? Because the last time I looked, floating wasn't synonymous with sitting on the bottom of the ocean floor.

The impact must have broken whatever enabled its flotation. I don't know, I'm not a scientist.

[ but fitzsimmonds were. he looks conflicted for a moment, his raised hisses dropping to concern, though it's furtive, like he's still worried someone will see. ]

Are they okay?

Simmons is fine-- no thanks to you. Fitz, on the other hand...

He's in a coma. He might never wake up. Even if he does, the doctors aren't sure he'll ever be the same again. So. That's on you.

[ ward swallows. wonders if maybe he should dredge up a tearier countenance: he had genuinely liked fitz, maybe more than any other team member, after skye. but she's probably second-guessing the motivation behind every expression, every word he says. which is good, but it means there's no point in lying. ]

You don't trust me. I get that. That's why any plan that hinged on getting you to let your guard down would be a bad one. I'm not here to play you, Skye. I'm here to warn you.

Great. I consider myself warned. Now you can go.

[Those words make herself feel sick. She missed her chance the first time, and Fitz suffered. Who'll suffer if she lets him go again? She should really shoot him. Shoot him now and bring him in. That's what would be expected of a SHIELD agent. That's what he deserves.

But... she still can't do it. Not like this.]

Skye, c'mon.

[ he doesn't reach out to her, not when she still has the gun, but there's something pleading in his tone. she's the only thing he cares about, now — more than even himself. he can't just walk out of here at loose ends. ]

Let me help you.

Oh. Now you want to help me. Isn't that convenient. And tell me, genius-- in this grand plan of yours, what do you suppose happens when May wakes up in the morning and finds you still here? Huh?

[ ward lifts his hands a little, away from his body. ]

There's a burner cell in my left pocket. The only number in it is mine.

[ she's got the gun, so she gets to decide whether to let him give it to her or get it herself. ]

[Skye looks like she's thinking about that for a moment-- whether to risk getting close enough to take a phone out of his pocket, or whether to risk having him put a hand in his pocket... until she remembers that it's moot anyway.]

Save it. I'll never call you.

If I were left stranded on a desert island... if I was kidnapped, or lying in a ditch somewhere, or shot through the stomach again. I will never call you. Do you understand? I will literally die before that happens.

[ ouch. he looks like she's shot him, all wide-eyed hurt for a moment before it shutters, deadened. and then he smirks. it's not a nice smirk. ]

Sure. I'll just have to keep an eye on you, then.

[ because there's no way he's letting anything happen to her just because she's too stubborn to ask for his help. he knows he's the only one who can properly protect her. ]

[ and with that, he's leaving. ]

[There's nothing Skye can say to that. But when Ward's almost out the door, she does say something else, almost as an after thought.]

... You can't do much of anything if you're dead, Ward. ... Get yourself to a doctor. You look like shit.

[ that makes him smile, for some reason — really smile. but he doesn't look back, and soon the door closes behind him. ]

[ she's right, though. it's time to get his shit together. right now it's like he's sitting in the middle of nowhere crying about how his clothes are wet, but garrett taught him better than that. he can get money. he can get tools. he can get fake identification, a hotel room, a check-up at a walk in clinic. he may not be willing to work for raina, but he's got other contacts, garrett had a lot of friends. his usual barber is a heap of rubble, but he should probably keep the stubble anyway, given his clean-shaven face is on the nsa's most wanted list. ]

[ sometimes he considers turning himself in. he could cut a pretty good deal, given some of the names and locations he knows. but it feels disloyal. not to hydra — he doesn't give a crap about hydra. but to john. ]

[ true to his word, he keeps an eye on skye, but stays out of her way, not wanting the new shield to get wind of his interest. the only contact he has is dropping the phone he promised in with her things while she's in the field. a note that says just in case. ]

[ better she have a last resort than no resort at all, when Raina's in the mix. ]

[She doesn't sleep well that night. Not because of Ward's warning-- she's not afraid of Raina. But the whole exchange left her on edge. She spends the rest of the night tossing and turning, wondering if she should have tried to bring him in. She might not have had to shoot him. She could've called for May. Wondering what he's doing out there, if he's getting help-- and then reminding herself sternly that she doesn't care and if he dies from his wounds it would serve him right. But then she feels awful for thinking that too, and in the end her head just ends up going round and round in circles.

She thinks about telling the team what happened in the morning, too. But what would be the point? Ward was right about one thing-- if he wanted to hurt her or take her, he could've done so. She doesn't trust that there isn't some other element at play here, but she's at least confident he was telling the truth in that regard. So what would telling the team really achieve? She doesn't want May to be shadowing her 24/7, much as they've grown closer lately, or Coulson to worry. And she certainly doesn't need anyone questioning her decision not to bring him in-- she's already beating herself up about that enough as it is.

As for the phone-- she finds it some days after he drops it, and her eyes narrow with suspicion as she mutters "Creepy, much?" She debates throwing it in the next ocean they fly over. She almost does it. But something stops her. Not the thought of Ward, or the thought of needing help for herself. No, she said she'd die before asking him to come save her, and she meant it. ... But maybe she can use it to get Hydra intel out of him.

First, though, she dismantles it and takes the GPS out. That, she drops into the ocean. Then she stuffs the phone in a bottom drawer in her room, under a pile of clothes. It's not the best hiding place, but there aren't many good places to hide things on the Bus anyway. She just hopes nobody will ever have cause to be going through her stuff.

The first time she contacts him is almost a month after he dropped her the phone. The message is short and to the point.]

What do you know about this?

[Attached is a phone picture of the strange symbols Garrett-- and now Coulson, not that Ward knows that-- was drawing on the glass. The same symbols Ward took a photo of when he infiltrated that factory.

She won't use the phone to help herself. But she might use it if it can help Coulson.]

[ when the bus is in the air, or at wherever their base is now, he just has to wait. there's nothing he can do to make sure she's okay — but she's also got the team with her, and that eases some of his concern. ]

[ she's off the grid when she finally texts him. ]

Garrett was drawing something like that, after Raina gave him the GH325 synthesis. Thought he was losing it.

Did he say anything about it? Like what it was?

Talked a lot about seeing the inside of the universe.

Great.

[She doesn't right any more than that. She doesn't want to engage with him any more than she has to. She doesn't want to tell him Coulson's going mad. It's none of his business. She stuffs the phone back in the drawer and doesn't pull it out again for another two weeks.

When she does, the next message comes attached with a blurry picture of some Hydra agent.]

Do you know anything about this man?

[The man has erased all the information that ever existed on him, much like Skye did with her team, which tells her that he's good. He went through the academy long after Phil or May's time, was never assigned to any of their teams, but also before FitzSimmons' time. So he's not a contemporary for any of them. She's going out on a limb, here. Ward might know nothing. Or he might know something, and lie about it. But even if he does, that'll tell her something, too.]

Brock Rumlow. Went into STRIKE - counter-terrorism. He's Hydra. Don't know if he's still alive, but I can find out.

He's still alive.

[She knows that much for sure. The picture she sent him is recent, so unless there's a dead man walking around out there...

She doesn't want to compromise the mission by telling Ward any more, but if it means the difference between going in blind and not, it's worth the risk, isn't it? And besides, they won't suspect. She's the one who finds out information. They never have to know it came from Ward.]

What's his skill set?

Physically, about the same as mine. Focus on hand-to-hand. Plus infiltration tactics, explosives, leadership, emergency command protocols, international relations and languages. Heard he worked alongside the Cap himself.

Thanks.

[That's it. That's all she sends. She could press him for more information, or ask him to get more for her, but she's sure Coulson and May will get suspicious of where her information came from if she presents them with more than that. This is more than enough to go on for now. Maybe Coulson can do something from the Cap angle.

She prepares to suit up.]

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