Holes

“I’m not pressing charges,” Garrett said.

Simmons didn’t look at him. She had no idea what was going on. Ward seemed fine before but he just threatened Garrett. She would have liked to do a full medical check up on him in the medbay but Coulson insisted he be put in the cage. Simmons didn’t think Ward would hurt them; his target was his former SO.

Coulson looked at him strangely. “He threatened you.”

“Yes, but it’s obvious it was that alien device.”

“Still, I have to report this. It’s obvious the device did more to him than I thought. We can’t trust him not to be dangerous. I’m sure SHIELD has someone who can help him. We have psychiatrists on staff.”

“No,” Garrett said, his voice sounded strained. “Please. He shouldn’t have the stigma of seeing a psychiatrist. It will ruin his career.”

Simmons thought seeing a psychiatrist would be a good thing. It was obvious that he was having issues with his past. He should have someone he could talk to.

“I’m not worried about his career, I worried about him.”

“Look, Phil, let me talk to him first. He probably remembered something wrong. I’ll stay with him until he wakes up and we’ll talk it through. He’s a good kid. His life shouldn’t be ruin because an alien device made him temporarily crazy.”

Coulson didn’t say anything for a moment. “All right. I promise I won’t contact anyone in SHIELD until the morning and I’ll see what he says then. However, you shouldn’t be here. I don’t know what reaction he will have when he sees you. I’ll have Simmons give him a sedative and we can talk to him in the morning.”

Simmons didn’t want to drug Ward again. She wondered if Ward’s hostility to Garrett had something to do with his odd behavior and the coughing. Ward had mentioned something about a lake.

He didn’t want to do it. He liked the kid but if he was no longer in his control what other choice did he have?

He insisted to Coulson on bunking on the bus so he could see Ward first thing in the morning. He sent Trip to other housing in the base. He liked Trip but the kid was too much of a boy scout. He had hoped to kill him along with his nosy partner.

It was late and it appeared that everyone was asleep. He walked quietly through the bus. He had to admit Coulson had a sweet ride. He just had to die for it.

He wasn’t sure what how to get the intel now that Ward would no longer be gathering it for him. He figured the best bet was to purpose to Coulson they work together. He wished that he could use Ward to get closer to Coulson. Make it seem like the clairvoyant did him in but he couldn’t risk Ward telling them everything that had happened. He had covered his tracks for the last 15 years destroying all evidence of Ward’s creditability but if he said anything someone might believe him.

He turned off the cameras first. He would fix them after he had done the deed. Afterwards he would make it look like an electronic hiccup.

He carried various mixtures with him incase someone had appear to die of natural causes.

The cage had a very dim light; he could barely make out the sleeping figure under a cover. A little pinprick and his problem would be solved.

He walked over to the bed and took the needle out. When he pulled the cover off, the lights went on.

Lying in the bed wasn’t Grant Ward, but Phil Coulson holding a gun.

“I wouldn’t if I were you,” he said.

“Phil, what are you doing? I came to check on Grant.”

Garrett felt a gun in the back of his neck. He had to think fast, a good story to cover up what had happened. Whoever was behind him, grabbed the hypodermic needle.

“Get that to the lab,” Coulson told whoever was behind him, “But I’m pretty sure it’s kills you without a trace.”

“Phil—“

“The other day Ward and I had a little chat about the past. It was very enlightened.”

“I don’t know what that kid said but you should know something about him Phil. All he does is lie and manipulate.”