Author's Note: I tried, I really did but unfortunately I'm weak. I tried to keep myself from posting this fic because I'm already working on one but the idea wouldn't leave me alone. So then I started writing it down but for some reason that wasn't enough and the muse, well she can be a handful at times and demanded I post it. Now here I am, posting AOS fanfic number two. In case you're wondering yes, another Grant redemption fic, takes place a few months after season two finale but there are a few changes. Also, Hellfire Ward. Why, because I thought it would be fun. Plus a few more surprises along the way. This fic is unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine. You're welcome.

Disclaimer: I do not own this show.

My Brother's Keeper

Chapter One

Thomas Ward used to be unhappy. He lived in a home where his mother was emotionally abusive and his father mentally. His older brother Christian was a masochist who enjoyed beating him and his older brother Grant. And sometimes, when he was feeling extra evil he would force Grant to hit him or else he would. He didn't mind it so much when that happened because he knew that Grant didn't want to hurt him. He knew that if Grant refused then Christian would follow through with the threat and Christian's beatings were worse by far. Even after the incident at the well Thomas still couldn't find it in his heart to hate Grant.

Then the worse thing happened. Grant was sent to military school leaving him and their little sister Rose to suffer at Christian's hand. And just like he did with Grant, he forced him to hit Rose. One night he tried to stand up for them by refusing Christian's demands. Instead of listening Thomas watched helplessly as his brother threw their eight year old sister down the stairs. He rushed to her side, crying out for help as blood pooled beneath Rose's head all while Christian stood at the top of the stairs laughing. Later that night as Rose lied in the hospital, fighting for her life, Thomas called Grant. The next night their house was set on fire with Christian inside. Grant was the blame and was arrested while Christian remained unscathed. After the fire Thomas was sent to live with a relative far away from his home where Rose joined him several months later when she was healed. For the first time they were happy. Thomas only wished that Grant was there too to enjoy the happiness and that Christian had died in the fire.

Fifteen years later Thomas could say his life was good. He lived with his sister Rose in a two bedroom apartment in LA of all places. Far from his New England upbringing. He worked as a 8th grade middle school English teacher and loved his job. Rose worked as an E.R nurse at the local hospital. They hadn't seen or heard from their parents or Christian since they were sent to live with their Aunt Lilian. The siblings liked it that way, not wanting any contact from the people that treated them so horrendously. But sometimes, when a traumatic memory emerged after a bad day, the siblings thought about their brother Grant and wondered if he was still alive. The last time their family spoke of him was to inform them that he had ran away from the detention facility and could not be found. While their parents had dismissed their second born their grandmother had done everything she could to find him. When she died a few years after Grant disappeared the search for their brother stopped and his name was rarely mentioned.

Then a year ago Rose and Thomas turned on the television to see the brother they hadn't seen or heard from in fifteen years face plastered all over the news. They were calling him a traitor, a murderer who worked for a terrorist organization. To make matters worse Christian was to oversee his punishment as to the agreement made by the fallen government agency S.H.I.E.L.D. For the first time in years Thomas wanted to reach out to Christian to see if the news was true. However, he never got the chance because a few days later it was reported that he and their parents were dead and the house burned to the ground. The perpetrator was none other than Grant who immediately became a fugitive on the run from the law.

When news of their deaths Thomas could admit with honesty that he felt nothing. In fact he was slightly happy that the people who did nothing but make his and siblings life miserable were finally gone. Still, they wondered what Grant was doing or if he was even still alive but they were happy.

One year later

Thomas Ward awoke to the smell of coffee filling his apartment and instantly knew that his sister Rose was already awake. Out of the two Rose was the natural early riser. Even when she didn't have the morning shift at the hospital she woke up before the sun did. Thomas, however, was the opposite. Sure being an English teacher didn't allow for one to sleep in one school days but during the weekends, holidays, and summer vacation Thomas normally wouldn't get out if bed until eleven. He glanced at his clock and winced when he saw that it was only 8:20 in the morning. He immediately turned over to go back to sleep. His plan didn't get far when his sister barged into his room and jumped on the bed.

"Get up, " was what she said.

Thomas didn't budge. "Go away," he groaned, grabbing his pillow and placing it over his head. It didn't help.

"No, " said Rose as she grabbed the pillow and threw it on the floor. "You need to get up. "

"And why is that exactly?"

"Because," she smiled sweetly. "You promised to come to the gym with me." Her brother opened his mouth to protest but she she quickly responded. "And I can't do it later because I have the night shift tonight at the hospital."

"Rosie, " he started to mumbled, pointing blindly towards the clock.

"Tommy," she whined playfully as she grabbed his covers and pulled them towards her. "Get up. " She threw his covers on the floor and stood up. She smirked at the glare Tommy threw her as she made her way towards the door. "Now, " she growled, leaving the room.

Thomas continued to glare at the empty spot his sister recently occupied before getting out of bed to grab his sheets and pillow from the floor. He threw them back on the bed, mumbling as he did so. "I hate you so much," he hissed as he started getting dressed.

"Love you too brother, " she yelled to him from the kitchen.

Thomas could only shake his head unable to figure out how she heard him from two rooms away. Ten minutes later he was walked into the kitchen, frown still on his face, as his sister smiled at him from the table, mouth full of toast.

"Good Morning."

Thomas grunted back as he grabbed a mug from the cabinet and began pouring himself some coffee. He finished the mug and immediately began pouring a second cup, gulping it down as fast as he did the first one. Finally he made his way over to his sister and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Good morning," he said as he grabbed her second piece of toast.

"You're welcome," she grumbled, tapping him on the shoulder as she went to refill her mug. She rolled her eyes when Thomas responded by opening his mouth to show off his partly chewed food. "Idiot," she scoffed, rolling her eyes again and sipping on her coffee.

"But you love me anyway."

"Whatever." They finished their morning routine in silence. Thomas eating his toast and reading the local paper while Rose disappeared into the bathroom. Five minutes later she came out, dressed in her work-out attire and her curly red hair pulled up into a tight ponytail.

"Hey Tommy," she called out as she walked back into the kitchen. "Did you pick up my fish oil pills like I asked? I can't find them in the bathroom."

He frowned, looking up at his sister as he tried to recall if he had or not. Finally it dawn on him that he, in fact, had did as she requested. "Yeah, they're in my room," he answered, standing up. "I was so tired when I got in that I just threw them on the nightstand instead of putting them in the bathroom." He quickly rushed to retrieve them. Moments later he came back with the sealed bottle and handed it to her.

Rose frowned as she read the label. "This isn't the brand I normally buy."

"They were all out of those," replied Thomas. "That brand was all they had."

"But-"

"Does it really matter which brand you buy. They're all filled with the same thing, fish guts. I don't even know why you take them," he shrugged as he slipped on his sneakers.

"They help keep your immune system strong and promote heart health," Rose replied, opening the bottle. "As I nurse I need to do whatever I can to keep from getting ill. I can't do my job if I'm sick nor can I do it if I'm the one affecting the patients. It's called being responsible."

Thomas pouted. "Hey I'm responsible. I'm a teacher for Christ's sake."

"Yeah you're responsible for the minds of the future children of America. Your body, however, is one cheeseburger away from a heart attack. All you eat is junk," chastised Rose, frowning disappointingly as she thought about her brother's eating habits. He lived off take-out and snack food.

Thomas could only shrug. "Well if they didn't want people to eat junk they shouldn't have made it so delicious," he retorted, crossing his arms.

"You know heart disease runs in our family."

"So does alcoholism but that doesn't stop you from engaging in a fruity margarita every now and again."

"That's different."

"How?"

"It just is," she growled as she put on her shoes. "Look, all I'm saying is that it wouldn't kill you to eat a salad every now and then."

"You don't know that."

Rose snorted and shook her head. "I'm a nurse. I know that and more. I also know that you should start taking a daily regimen of vitamins. They do wonders for your body," Rose replied, popping a pill into her mouth. "I'm just saying."

"Fine, give me those," he huffed as he grabbed the bottle from her hand and took one of the pills. "I feel healthy already," he smirked after he swallowed it.

Rose rolled her eyes. "As a nurse I should advise you to talk to your doctor before starting a new vitamin regiment."

Thomas scoffed. It never failed for his sister to remind him of her profession and constantly give him medical advice, whether he wanted it or not. "It's one fish oil pill. What's the worst that can happen?" he smirked as he closed the bottle and sat it on the kitchen table.

Not having anything to add, Rose simply shrugged. "Let's get out of here," she said as she grabbed her bag and tablet. "The sooner we get back the sooner I can get some sleep."

Thomas nodded his head and followed his sister out of the apartment.

An hour and a half later Thomas and Rose returned home. Even though they spent an hour at the gym they were more tired than usual. In fact, both siblings found it hard to get through their workout. They each had to stop multiple times to rest or drink water. Rose, an avid runner, found it hard to keep up with her usual speed on the treadmill while Thomas's weightlifting became harder with each set he used.

"I thought you said taking vitamins would improve my health," grumbled Thomas as he fell onto the couch as soon as he entered the living area. His entire body hurt and he didn't even complete the workout like he usually did. "I feel like crap."

"Well when you eat is crap the outcome isn't that surprising."

"What about you? You eat healthy, exercise regularly, and take vitamins daily. Why do you feel like me?"

Rose shrugged. She took as seat next to Thomas and finished the water she had been drinking. "Maybe I'm coming down with something," she answered once she was finished.

Thomas sighed. "Great. Now we're both gonna be sick."

"Stop being a baby. If we are coming down with something all we need is rest and plenty of fluids. Go lie down if you feel that bad."

"I would but I can't move," Thomas replied unhappily, sinking further down into the chair. All of the sudden he felt drowsy.

Rose felt it too, wanting nothing more than to close her eyes and sleep. "Normally I would call you an idiot for saying that but right now I am inclined to agree," she slurred as she turned to the side and rested her head on the arm of the sofa. "I don t think I can move either."

"Doesn't matter. We can just sleep here."

"Okay."

Thomas opened his mouth to respond but he was too tired. Instead, he copied his sister and rested his head on the arm of the sofa. It was uncomfortable but he couldn't be bothered to care. All he had the energy to do was close his eyes and fall into a deep slumber.

When he opened his eyes again it was late in the afternoon. His mouth was dry, head pounding, and his entire body hurt. Slowly he began to sit up, hands reaching out to grab his phone and check the time. However, before his hand could make contact the phone, and the table it was sitting on flew across he room. It was if a gust of heavy wind had caused the table to move. Surprised, Thomas jumped up only for the same thing to happen to all the pictures on the wall, bursts of wind knocking them down. He didn't know what was happening and turned to Rose hoping to get an explanation. But instead of sitting beside him like she was when they fell asleep he found her sitting in the corner. Her knees were pulled up against her chest and her hands covered her ears. Thomas took tentative steps towards her.

"Rose," he called nervously as she began shaking her head. "Rose are you okay?"

"Make it stop," she whispered softly. "Make it stop."

He listened to repeat the mantra as he walked closer to her. He knelt down in front of her to see that she had tears streaming down her face. "Rose," he whispered and reached out to touch her. When he did the same thing that happened to the table and pictures happened with the end table and lamp. Both flying across the room and crashing to the ground. "Rose."

"Something's wrong Tommy," she cried, as she rocked back and forth, her ears covered. "Something's wrong with us."

Chapter One down. I know, no Grant this chapter but he will make an appearance soon. Since I'm not sure how the fish oil pills will give the Inhumans their powers in this story they fall asleep and then wake up with powers. Also I think that if Grant has alien DNA or blood then so would his siblings, like the Power of Three. But this is fanfiction so I guess it really doesn't matter how I do. If you like what you've read don't be afraid to drop me a review. They really make me happy, deliriously happy. Anyways enough with the chit chat so until next time,

Dance like no one is watching and if they are then give them a show. Jazz hands on three,

Ladycizzle.