Hey guys! So you all don't know me yet but I've been around the block for a while and I've read a good amount of the Skyeward stories and as I'm sure you all know sometimes when you both read and watch the show you get sparked with inspiration and you just have to write so that is where this came from because I ship Skyeward so much. I don't care he's Hydra he needs to come back to S.H.I.E.L.D now. I'm all for Redemption Storyline just like Iain. Anyways, I hope you guys like this. I've been working on it for a while in bits and pieces, trying to get a little ahead because of my busy college schedule. I'll try to post a chapter for this every Tuesday.

Chapter 1: His First Mission

He fell on his knees, hands on his head. He was too weak to harm her. He couldn't harm Skye and he knew if he brought her to Garret he may as well be hurting her himself. He knew John well enough to know after he'd finished with Skye, John would leave him no choice but to kill her. He was too weak to live in a world where she didn't exist, even if her existence hated him. The agents brought him before Coulson and May but he only briefly paid them any attention. He was focused on Skye who met his eyes then looked away. He could see her heart breaking and the devastation in her eyes and he wished he could make it go away. But she'd never want to see him again no matter how many times he apologized and told her that he truly loved her. He felt himself being painfully pulled away again and was this time put on a plane and secured in the cargo hold. He lost count of the hours that passed by on the plane until he had a bag thrown over his head and was being pushed and pulled different directions until finally he was thrown in a room and de-bagged. It had the appearance of a make shift infirmary. He was cuffed to a bed and examined over by the doctor and had his wounded foot and throat tended. It was painful and the medicine he was given hurt to swallow down. He'd been diagnosed with a fractured larynx that would heal with time and rest. His foot had three new holes that stung just as bad as the others as the alcohol rubbed against each wound. Neosporin was applied and a bandage was wrapped around after all the blood had been cleaned off and dis-infected. After his visit was over he was grabbed roughly again and the bag was thrown over his head once more. It was a short but painful walk to his next destination that was his cell. He was un-cuffed and the bag was removed. The lock was turned and he was enclosed in a dark, dank room with only a dim old light bulb as his source of light. There was a hay stuffed pillow, wool blanket, and a metal bed attached to the wall with chains. 'Home sweet home' , He thought sadly.

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3 Months Later

He was in the middle of his morning routine of curl-ups, push-ups, and running in place when he heard his cell being un-locked. Finding this strange and not a part of his jailor's breakfast time routine, he stopped mid curl-up and watched the doo being opened completely to see who it was. The large amount of artificial light blinded him and he closed his eyes and recoiled as though he'd been burned.

"Time to see if you have any allegiance to us left." Said the person who stood in front of him in the illuminated doorway. He recognized the voice as that of Coulson.

Ward tried getting to his feet but found it hard to do so without being able to see. His back slammed into the wall as he stumbled trying to find his way to his feet. He managed to fall forward and into Coulson who grabbed ahold of his arms and cuffed him. Another bag was thrown over his head and he was grateful for the darkness. He'd gotten accustomed to no light for three months apart from the occasional glimpse each time the door opened a little for his doctor to come in and a guard. The sudden intake had burned his retinas and rendered him helpless. It didn't take long for him to hear familiar voices and one in particular that sent his heartbeat into overdrive. But it disappeared just as quickly as it had arrived, making him question if it had been real or a figment of his imagination. When the bag was finally taken off he recognized the layout of the interrogation room and couldn't help but smile just a little as he remembered his first encounter with Skye. Only Coulson was in the room with him but he could feel eyes watching him through the camera; eyes of whom he had betrayed for someone he thought he owed everything to, someone who turned out to be just another abuser in his life. He knew he had wronged everyone on the Bus and he wondered if Fitz's eyes were also on him or if he had added Fitz to his dripping ledger of the innocent.

"We need your help." Coulson stated simply not portraying any emotion.

"Why me?" Ward asked in a raspy voice, clearing his throat. It was the first time he'd spoken in three months. "I thought none of you wanted to see me ever again." Bitterness his tone.

"Skye's been kidnapped." Coulson interjected before Ward could continue.

His face paled, muscles became rigid, jaw locked up, and his heart stopped.

"Raina intercepted our team and got Skye alone. We haven't had contact with her in three days." Coulson informed, his calm demeanor cracking and showing the fear he felt. "We need you to reach out to Raina and make her believe you escaped and that you want to help her with her cause. Then you need to find Skye and extract her by any means necessary. Do you have any allegiance left to us or was this a waste of my time?"

"I guess you'll find out." Ward said trying to appear calm and not portray any of the terror he felt. "Has my room been rented out?"

"Of course. You'll be staying in Skye's room for now, oh and this is your new friend." Coulson said reaching into his suit pocket and withdrawing a metal bracelet that Skye had once adorned. He slid it across the table to Ward, who put it on knowing he was going to have to work twice as hard as Skye had to earn back their trust.

"Sir, how is Fitz? Is he…"Ward trailed off unable to bring himself to say aloud he had killed his friend.

"No. But you'll be steering clear of FitzSimmons, is that understood?"

"Yes, sir." Ward answered wanting to punch himself.

"Unless they approach you, you are not to go near either one of them. Fitz is still recovering from the brain damage he suffered and Simmons, well, to be honest she's completely terrified of you. If you want back on this Bus, you're going to have to earn your way back and it's not going to be easy." Coulson said glaring at Ward to make sure he fully understood the ramifications of dis-obeying the rules.

Ward nodded his head and swallowed tasting regret, bitterness, anger, sorrow, and fear.

"I understand sir."

"Good. You start immediately." Coulson slid a burner phone across the table to Ward who began to dial Raina's number.

"Hello?" A voice answered.

Ward took a deep breath and slipped back into the skin of the person he had been three months ago. "Hello Raina."

"Well if it isn't everyone's favorite double agent Grant Ward. I heard you'd been locked away in a deep dark cell." Raina said not at all surprised he'd gotten out.

"But now I'm not. I've had lots of time to think as I plotted my escape and I realized that John was right. I want to be a part of the evolution and I know you have Skye. Maybe what you said was true, maybe we can be monsters together."

"How do you know I have Skye?" She asked curiously.

"Let's just say the first thing I did was get ahold of some S.H.I.E.L.D computers and I couldn't help but notice all the chatter about a missing female from Coulson's team and since I know you…" Ward smoothly said with the tone of the same smug, cocky SOB she'd known.

"Bravo."

"So, maybe we could meet and you let me in on the operation here. I'm sure if you're having any trouble I could get her to talk."

There was silence from the other end for a few seconds before Raina spoke again. "I'll text you a location. Be there tomorrow at five pm."

"See you soon." Ward replied before hanging up the phone feeling sick. "She's going to text me a location to meet her tomorrow, but I'm in. She's going to lead me straight to Skye." The phone buzzed and Ward read the text aloud. "Laitai Flower Shopping Mall, Beijing, China."

"Pack a bag, you'll be dropped off tonight and you'll make your way there. Oh and all your things can be found in a corner in Tripp's room." Coulson said dismissively. Ward nodded and made his way up to his old room. As he walked old memories flashed by and he couldn't help but remember just how frustrated he got when trying to train Skye. A small smile crept its way onto his lips and just as quickly disappeared when he saw Fitz. The man's fear shone brightly and Ward had to look away as guilt shoved itself into his mouth. He quickly ducked into his old room and shut the door.

"Can I help you?" A voice said from behind him.

Startled, Ward turned around to see Tripp sitting on the bed. "Oh sorry, I just need a few things."

"Sure." Tripp responded continuing on reading his book. Ward wondered how Tripp could be reading and be so calm when Skye was missing and in the hands of Raina. "I know what you're thinking." Tripp spoke not looking up from his book as Ward grabbed a bag and began to fill it with clothes.

Ward scoffed. "I highly doubt that."

"I'm not calm inside, not at all. Ever since you turned and broke her heart we've gotten close." Ward tensed. "After all our talks and after everything you did she still loves you. She can't stand the sight of you, but she still loves you."

Ward gulped and scoffed, "I highly doubt that. She detests me, she doesn't love me. I think your training is beginning to slip."

"No it's not, because she's said so a couple times. Granted she's been drunk whenever she's said it-"

"What?!" Ward cried. "Why would you let her do that to herself?!"

"Whoa there, first of all calm down, second of all I had no control over her. You know how Skye is and besides, you want to get mad at anyone be mad at yourself. You're the one who broke her. We're trying to help her but she refuses and she drinks instead." Ward found himself tightly clenching the nightstand beside the bed.

"Sorry." He apologized through clenched teeth.

"Why'd you do it in the first place man?" Tripp asked forgoing all boundaries.

Ward turned around and looked Tripp dead in the eye and sighed. "Because, I thought John cared about me. He seemed like this savior to me who saved me from my living hell. I didn't realize I had only traded one hell for another. When you're locked up you have plenty of time to think and the more I reflected the more I was finally able to see through all the lies and BS I'd been fed over the course of fifteen years. I had…have no identity. I just became who someone else wanted me to be and eventually I just was in too deep. I never anticipated falling in love with someone like Skye; I didn't plan on finding a home where people actually cared about me. From where I was there didn't appear to be a way out."

Tripp said nothing, just nodded silently and allowed Ward to carry on throwing stuff into his backpack. After a few minutes of silence just as Ward was about to leave Tripp spoke again.

"Do you want to come back?"

"More than anything, but I know I can't. So if I die saving Skye at least I'll have finally done something for the right team and the right reasons. She deserves someone better than me."

"I hear that, only thing is, you need someone like her. Bring her back safe, yeah?"

"Promise."

"You too Grant." Tripp added as Ward left the room. The guy needed someone to back him up and so far Tripp was the only one who didn't have any real feelings toward Ward.

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