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The Queen of Heart

The man was sitting in the surveillance room. It was past midnight, and, even if it was just the beginning of his round. In front of him, images of the twenty or so cells of his part of the Fridge flicked on the screens, showing prisoners, of both genders, asleep or not, in various states of bruising.

The inter-com system beeped and a female sounded in the speaker.

"Hey, there. It's Mary. Can you open cell 214 for me, please?"

Answering with a groan, he unlocked the door of the cell Mary wanted to go in. It's only a few seconds later that he realized something was really wrong. A woman never entered a male prisoners' cell, even she had a gun with her, it was part of the rules of the prison. So why Mary, the facility's director's secretary was doing here, in the middle of the night?

Cell 214… Who was in cell 214?

He reached for the inter-com, ready to alert the security but a hand landed on his wrist. He looked up to see a woman, half of her face covered with a metallic mask. She broke into a sickening smirk.

"Hello there. Don't you dare alert your little friends!"

And his nose came violently in contact with his desk.

Inside cell 214, the prisoner opened a tired eye. They were interrogating him in the middle of the night now? And for interrogations! They were more like beatings than anything else. His sight adjusted to the darkness and he was able to see the young feminine silhouette standing where the metal door usually was. A woman? What was a woman doing here? He sat on the cot with a sigh. His ribs hurted from the morning's beating.

"Ward?"

She had spoken with hesitation and hope. He knew her voice. He couldn't believe it. It was not possible. How could SHE be there? After all he had done, after the anguish and betrayal he had seen in her eyes before being driven to the Fridge? Was this a dream?

"Skye?"

He stood up, bruised and hungry, tired and sad. No, it couldn't be. He walked to her, stopping a few steps away from her because of the cuffs keeping him chained to the cold concrete wall.

She hesitated before stepping up and facing him. He waited for her to do the first step. What was she doing here? He was a hated, violent man, a traitor and a spy. He had broken her trust and shattered the beginning of something that could have led to actual, and mutual, feelings.

"What..."

She hugged him with strength. He wasn't prepared to that. But he wrapped his arms around her frail body.

"I missed you, Ward, she whispered in his chest."

"Me too, rookie, me too."

He breathed into her scent. It was her. Where Coulson and the rest of the team here too? Why? It had been 6 months, at least, and he was desperate to know if Fitz was ok. No news came to his hears. Almost nothing. The bad, dirty jokes of the guards, their thick, greasy and noxious laughs. The cracking of bones hitting bones, the moans and cries of the prisoners, the way they begged. It was constantly noisy, dirty and smelly. And he just couldn't picture Skye here.

He hadn't seen her move. He just felt the needle diving into his flesh straight to the nearest vein.

Skye was drugging him. Her usually warm brown eyes were filled with cold and determination.

"Sorry, Ward. Time to go to sleep."

And all went dark, crushed under the feeling of betrayal and shattered hope tightening his heart.

The man stopped the video with a slight beep from the screen. He looked at the famous agent who was standing at the other edge of the digital table. Agent Coulson, now Director Coulson, was still watching the tape from the Fridge's CCTV system, even if it had stopped.

"So, what do you make of that?"

A discreet cough from the other agent present, Level 8 Melinda May, made him add a more polite and politically correct 'sir'.

"May. Go find Skye."

Skye was currently punching a poor leather bag who had done nothing to her. It had become a habit of hers since her SO was gone. Like the morning routine she had kept (with maybe a few arrangements). Not a way to remember him, no she sadly had plenty of memories of this douchebag. But a way of saying she could do without him. She couldn't let herself rely on the others like she had done with him.

"Skye!"

She lift her head to meet May's stare. The woman nodded, clearly wanting the girl to go upstairs with them. She sighed and followed the older agent to the conference room.

Coulson and another man she didn't know were waiting for her. The Director looked at her in a suspecting way, like he did when she had been caught with her ex-boyfriend last year.

"Skye. Can you explain THIS to me?"

He gestured towards the other man and a video, from a surveillance camera started. In a cell, there was somebody sleeping. The date and hour read 08.26.2016 at 12.06 p.m. The young woman realized quickly the footage was from the last night. And what was on it was unbelievable. The door opened, revealing a young woman standing there. The prisoner moved, sitting on his matress. And the woman spoke.

"Ward?"

Skye's voice resounded in the conference room. What was this joke? She had slept through the night without waking up!

"Skye?"

That was indeed Ward's voice, low and hoarse, almost unrecognizable. He stood up and Skye saw him hug herself. That was weird. Watching herself do things she hadn't done at all. And then, the video Skye pulled a syringe out of her pocket and, by the surprised face Ward made, it surely ended in his throat.

The video stopped and all the agents present looked at her. Obviously wanting for her to say something.

"What? I didn't do this."

"Where were you last night, Skye?"

Again with the cold, anger-filled voice.

"Look AC, I was in my bunk, sleeping. And how could I sneak out the Bus? I'm no cat burglar."

"She couldn't, May said, neutral tone, stating facts. We were up in the sky last night."

They all looked back at the picture. It was clearly Skye. But that wasn't humanly possible.

"So, who is this person?"

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The Queen of Heart