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[hydraoperativegrantward]

wishingforskye:

[Skye was happy that she was in the storage closet. Her eyes were quickly failing her with the room around her, and were instead very swiftly changing to the features of a place she did not recognize. It was finally happening. She thought it might someday, what with her job and all, but she had never thought it would be this soon, but these were the facts. Skye was officially going crazy. There was no other logical explanation for this other than that. She was going to have to have Simmons take a look at her once she got back to the hub. Maybe she could figure out why she was seeing two places, now mostly one, at once. Not to mention the whole other person thing.] Of course I’m still here! I’m obviously not dreaming! Hey, where are you going?! [Skye stood up, looking through his eyes as she concentrated.] Oh, no, no, no this is not your  hallucination this is obviously my hallucination because I am the one who is real. After all you’re not … you’re not real right? [He couldn’t be real. There was no way that he could be real. It was impossible for something like this to happen … wasn’t it?] 

[Why in the hell was he seeing cleaning supplies? He was in a room filled with computers . . . or at least he thought he had been. Now he wasn’t so sure, especially since the room kept going in and out. All he knew was that he needed to get out of here. Because even though he was fairly sure he was going crazy he was still aware of the fact that he was in immediate danger, not to mention the danger he was in of failing this mission. That was something he hadn’t done in a very long time and he knew the beating to come if he didn’t succeed would be a bad one. Quickly he tried to push the other room and the girls voice out of his head, but no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t manage to get rid of her.] Can you please shut up? I’m trying not to die here. [He told her irritably, looking for a way out of the building that would leave him undetected. There was just no way he was going to be able to finish this, not in this hallucinatory state.] You are obvious not fucking real when you’re in MY head. Damn, I can’t believe I’m even talking to you . . . This is not really happening. [That last part was to himself in an attempt to keep himself from panicking because there was no way this was really happening, right?]

[wishingforskye]

[Maybe if she focused, this mirage would go away? If she tried really hard to just focus on the room in front of her, all this craziness would vanish. At least that was the only solution that she could come up with at the moment that sounded logical. Not that anything about this situation called for anything logical. This was about the most un-logic situation she had ever been in, and for a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, even one that wasn’t a field one, that was saying something. Unfortunately, the more she seemed to focus on the room, the more vivid the other room became. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain on her arm and jumped slightly. It hurt a little, but was brief, almost as if … ] Did you just pinch yourself?! [Daisy rubbed her arm as her grip on her gun loosened slightly.] You’re an hallucination, you’re in my head. I’m pretty sure I control hallucinations, so I can kick your ass … I think. [Daisy’s brow furrowed in confusion.]

[hydraoperativegrantward]

[All Grant kept telling himself was that he needed to make this go away and he needed to make this go away now. And as soon as he could before more people showed up and he ended up getting himself killing because he was more focused on the voice in his head. A voice in his head that would get him beaten by Garrett if he messed up this assignment. There had to be a reason for this. Maybe he had eaten something bad early and now he was suffering from the effects? He didn’t know but he did know that it needed to be fixed immediately.] Yes I did and yet you’re still here. [He said, his voice dripping with annoyance as he tried to continue on with his mission, scanning the room as he made his way out of it.] Yeah well seeing as this is my hallucination I’m pretty positive that you can’t. [Now he was arguing with it? This definitely didn’t bode well for him and it was just an even bigger sign of his unstable state of mind that he was standing here having an actual argument with himself. Because this had to be with himself, right? There was no way there was a literal person inside his head.]

[wishingforskye]

[What was wrong with her? Sure, she had felt things like this before. Almost her whole life to be honest, but this was different. She had never had hallucinations like this before. Where it seemed almost as if she was in two places at the same time. It felt weird as hell and made her wonder if she had somehow accidentally stumbled into some substance of Fitzsimmons when she wasn’t looking. When she heard the laughter she fell backwards against the wall, her eyes wide in panic. There was no one in the room. There couldn’t be. She had checked everywhere and there weren’t any windows or air vents that he could hear from. The words made her even more panicked, but she also felt a twinge of annoyance.] Hey, you’re a hallucination. I’m pretty sure I could kick your ass. [Daisy muttered under her breath.]

[hydraoperativegrantward]

[Grant found himself begging over and over again for this voice to just go away. He didn’t want to be going crazy. His life was complicated enough and having some woman’s voice in his head was something he most definitely didn’t need. Not to mention it was as if he was seeing two different rooms at the same time. That was certainly not normal and would make combat so much more difficult. For a moment he thought maybe he could just be dreaming. That was possible, right? This could all just be some sort of weird ass dream. Ward even went as far as to pinch himself, hoping it could cause him to wake up. There was no such luck though so he looked around himself, hoping he would see something or someone to explain why all of this was happening to him. But he was alone and it only made him feel even more line a lunatic.] If I’m a hallucination than I don’t exist therefore you can’t kick my ass.

[wishingforskye]

[Her head was absolutely pounding at this point, and it was taking every ounce of energy that she had to keep any focus she had, which wasn’t much. There had to be something wrong with her. Something wrong with her vision, and she was going to have to get FitzSimmons to check her out because there was no way she should be seeing two rooms at once. This had happened once before, when she was young and felt herself being hurt over and over again, but it hadn’t been as clear. It was just then when she heard a man’s voice speaking up.] That’s what I’m wondering! [It was only a moment later that she realized the voice she had heard had not been her own.] Who the hell is in here?! [Skye scrambled around for her gun, pointing it in every which way.] Come out or I swear I’ll kick your ass! [She yelled without any bravado. Her hands shaking and totally ignoring the fact that no one could be in the closet with her. There wasn’t enough space for them to hide anywhere.] 

[hydraoperativegrantward]

[Okay, this was it. He was officially losing his mind. I mean what other explanation was there? What normal person heard voices and saw things that weren't there? Sane people sure as hell didn't. So maybe he wasn't as sane as he always thought he was. Sure maybe he'd sometimes questioned if he was a little bit crazy. He'd always had strange feelings, always had this sense of another presence. Someone with him that he couldn’t see, but with all the shit he'd been through in life he figured that anyone else I'm his position would be a little bit crazy too. But this? Now this was a completely different level of crazy and it wasn't one he wanted to cross into. Obviously though he wasn’t going to get a choice in the matter and had stepped unwillingly right into looney town. A part of him told himself not to talk back to this voice in his head and to focus on the fight at hand and he did so for a moment, managing to knock the man out before a small humorless laugh escaped him.] You’re going to kick my ass? I highly doubt that. [He said, feeling stupid for seemingly talking to himself.]

[wishingforskye]

[This was why Daisy didn’t like field work. She hated pain, and going out in the field was almost always a guarantee for the computer specialist trying to hack the agency. She was trained for it sure, and she was the best when it came to computers, but that didn’t mean she had to like field work. She was being reminded violently of that as she attempted to throw a punch while getting the flash drive into the computer. Unfortunately the person ducked, and she missed. Before she could try again though, she was suddenly violently thrown forward as if she had been kicked from behind, but … there was nothing behind her that could have kicked her. Oh, God, not now.] Daisy what are you doing? [She heard her S.O.’s voice, but she didn’t have time to respond as she felt a kick to her ribs. She swung out with a kick, firing back at the attacker, but her foot only sunk through air. What the hell! He had just …] Daisy! we’re retreating, let’s go! [Daisy nodded, starting to run after she noticed her coast was clear. She didn’t get far though until she felt a blow to her head that made her dizzy. She stumbled into the nearest room, finding a closet, and buried her face in her hands, gasping as not just one scene played in front of her eyes, but two.] What the hell is happening? [She groaned.] 

[hydraoperativegrantward]

[No, this was no happening right now. Not right in the middle of a mission, not when all he needed to do right now is focus. Grant knew though that he didn’t always get a say in it, not when the feeling or whatever it was, was strong enough. It had been happening for as long as he could remember and whenever he got these feelings, these flashes of things he couldn’t understand, they always distract him from what he needed to do. And right now he was on a mission that could quite easily get him killed if he wasn’t on his game but before he could really force himself to focus he was seeing a flash drive. The momentary lapse in focus was all it took for someone to get the drop on him, kicking him from behind. He quickly turned on the guy, trying to get the upper hand and after a blow to the side of the head he was able to turn the tables, knocking the guy out with a couple blows just in time to hear more people headed his way. Grant wasn’t prepared though for the woman’s voice. It sounded as though it was coming from right beside him, or inside him, he wasn’t sure and he spun around searching the room but there was no woman in sight but he also was no longer in the room he had been in. Now it was as if his vision swayed from one image to another, seeing two rooms at one. The image confused him, causing his head to pound.] What the fuck is going on? . . . [Grant tried to find a way out of the room, knowing that if he ran into anyone right now it would only be bad for him.]

[karolinadan]

skyeward au: in your eyes au. when skye meets grant ward, she thinks she must be going crazy. who can blame her, though? it’s hard to believe you’re still sane when there’s another person in your head.