Hey babes! Got a new story going on for all ya'll. Been working on this one for a while and now I'm finally uploading it because I think it's almost done being completely written and I have a title for it. :)
This one was pretty fun for me to write. I absolutely love celebrity/famous AU's so I loved creating and writing this one. Grant's the celebrity in this story, though, not Skye.
Does not start out as Skyeward but it will get there eventually. Just can't tell you when. :)
Enjoy!
*Los Angeles, California*
"Grant! Grant! Grant! Grant!"
Grant smiles wide to himself as he listens to the large crowd chant his name over and over, knowing that there are dozens and dozens of handmade posters and signs waving high up in the air, all of the young girls screaming at the tops of their lungs for him, many of them wearing handmade t-shirts, or shirts from his previous tours.
From backstage, he does his final vocal warm-ups, adjusts the earpieces sitting snugly in his ears, and then runs out onto the stage under the hot lights. The crowd screams even louder when he reaches the center of the stage, an extra light shining down on him. He smiles out at the large crowd and steps just a bit closer to the microphone. "How are you doing tonight, Los Angeles?!" he shouts into the mic.
The entire stadium screams.
Grant shakes his head. "No, no, no, I think you can do a lot better than that. Now, again, how are you doing tonight, Los Angeles?!"
The whole stadium cheers again.
Grant smiles. "That's what I love to hear. I am so excited to be here tonight, I love performing in my hometown. You guys are always such a blast to be around." He takes a deep breath. "Now, let's get this party started, shall we?" Without needing any kind of indication, the drummer behind him starts up the beat to the first song of the night. The rest of the band follows right behind, and, after waiting a few beats, Grant starts singing, the crowd singing right along with him the entire night.
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"You were great out there tonight, man," his best friend and drummer, Kebo, says as they walk off stage together after the show.
"Tell me something I don't already know," Grant says with a small laugh as he hands his microphone over to the technical manager as they walk down the stairs and then removes his earpieces from his ears, letting them hang down in front of him. He accepts a water bottle from one of the stage hands and takes a long drink as he walks back towards his dressing room, Kebo following right behind him. "And why are you still carrying those sticks around?" he asks with a slight nod of his head to the drumsticks in Kebo's hand.
"Because I don't like other people touching 'em, you know that. These are my lucky drumsticks."
Grant chuckles. "You're crazy, man."
"Yeah, well, you're the one who still keeps me around after all these years. But I'm being serious about your show tonight, Grant," Kebo says. "I've been by your side everyday for the past eight years of your career. I'm telling you honestly, that was probably one of the best shows you've ever done."
"You really think so?"
Kebo nods his head. "Absolutely."
Grant stops just outside his dressing room and turns to look at Kebo, smiling at him and clapping him on the shoulder. "And that's why you're my best friend." He opens the door and they walk inside, both men immediately collapsing onto the couch along one wall of the room.
A moment later there's a knock on the door and then Grant's manager, Jenny, enters the room. "Great job tonight, Grant," the woman says to him. She's tall, with short blonde hair, and bright green eyes.
"Thank you, Jenny," he says, throwing her a kind smile.
"You're welcome. You always know how to please your fans." She smiles back at him. "But there's one fan in particular who really wants to see you." She steps to the side and a black German Sheppard darts through the dressing room door and straight over to Grant.
Grant grins down at the dog, immediately wrapping his arms around the large dog in a hug, pressing a kiss to his fur. "Hey there, boy. Did you like the show, Max?" he asks the dog, pulling back to look him in the eyes.
"He was getting very jumpy and excited backstage," Jenny tells him. "I for sure thought he was going to run out there at one point."
"I don't think I would have minded too much," Grant says with a smile, looking back at his dog. "It might have been fun performing with you up there too."
"You know, I still don't get why you insist on bringing Max to every show," Kebo speaks up.
"I don't bring him to every show," Grant retorts. "Just…most of them."
Kebo nods. "Exactly my point."
"Oh," Jenny speaks back up, looking down at something sitting on top of her clipboard. "This letter came in the latest batch of your fan mail." She steps forward and hands him a pristine white envelope. "It looked pretty official so I figured I'd give it directly to you instead of later when you and your guys go through all your mail."
He stands up and accepts the envelope. "Thanks." He looks down at the front of it, his eyes going straight to the return address. "Dude," he says to Kebo, "it's from Shield."
"Shield? As in Shield High? Our old high school, Shield?"
"Yeah." He flips it over and tears it open, pulling the letter out.
"Well, what is it?" Kebo asks. "Do they want you to play there or something?"
"I don't know. I haven't read it yet."
"Well what are you waiting for?"
Grant waves him off and then looks down at the letter, reading it silently to himself.
Dear Mr. Ward
We are sending this letter to invite you to attend your ten year high school reunion. The reunion will be held on Saturday, July 18th, 2015, at 6:00 pm, in the Shield High School gym.
If you are able to attend the reunion, please RSVP as soon as you can.
Thank you,
Nick Fury,
Principal
"Well?" Kebo prods after a minute. "What is it?"
Grant looks up at him. "It's an invitation to our ten year high school reunion."
"Has it really been ten years already?"
Grant shrugs. "I guess so."
"Well why didn't I get an invite?"
"You probably did. But Hannah's been out of town and you have a hard time remembering to check your mail on your own, so you probably haven't seen it."
Kebo nods. "Oh, yeah, right. So, are we going to the reunion or not?"
Grant smiles. "I think we are, Kebo."
"Do you think she's going to be there?"
"Bobbi? I'm sure she will be. I don't think she'd pass up an opportunity to flaunt her success in everyone's faces. She's always been a bit competitive." He chuckles quietly.
"That's not who I meant, and you know it," Kebo tells him.
Grant sighs. "Yeah. Well, I wouldn't know if she's going to be there because we haven't seen or spoken to each other in almost nine years. Do you honestly think she'd tell me if she was going to the reunion?"
"Okay, you do have a point there. But don't you want to go? Just in case she's there and you can see her again."
"I really don't think she's going to want to see me, Kebo. Or maybe you're forgetting how we left things the last time we saw each other."
"Never hurts to at least try," Kebo tells him.
Grant sighs and nods. "I guess you're right. I just hope nothing has changed too much."
*Provincetown, Massachusetts*
"Alright, Jess," Skye says as she and her daughter enter their apartment, "go and grab a snack. Then get started on your homework. Okay?"
"Okay," Jessica replies as she drops her backpack onto the couch in the living room, making her way towards the kitchen.
Skye drops her own bag onto the small table just inside the door, drops her keys into the small bowl, and then sets the mail down. She removes her jacket and shoes, puts them away, and then makes her way into the kitchen as well.
"Mom?" Jessica pipes up from her spot at the kitchen table.
"Yeah, baby?" Skye asks, opening up the fridge to get herself a small snack.
"Is Miles coming over for dinner tonight?"
"Most likely. Why?"
Jessica shrugs. "I don't know. I was just wondering."
"You like Miles, right, Jess?"
Jessica smiles. "Yeah. He's really nice."
"Good. I think so too."
"Are Auntie Jemma, Uncle Fitz and Noah coming over too?"
"Jemma and Noah are for sure, Fitz might be too."
"Yes!" Jessica exclaims. "I wanna show Uncle Fitz the new song I learned to play on the guitar."
Skye smiles. "I'm sure he'd love to hear it." She takes a deep breath. "Now, what should we make for dinner?"
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"Skye, that dinner was amazing," Jemma says as both women carry all of the plates over to the sink.
"Thanks Jem," Skye replies with a smile. "But it was actually Jess who did most of the work. I just put the pizzas in the oven and then cut them up."
Jemma turns to the table and smiles at the eight year old girl. "Jess, those pizzas were absolutely delicious. Excellent work."
"Thanks. Hey mom, can I show Uncle Fitz that song now?"
"Of course you can, baby."
Jessica smiles over at her uncle. "Come on, Uncle Fitz." She gives him a moment to get Noah out of his high chair and set him on the floor before grabbing his hand and pulling him from the table. "You can come too, Miles."
Miles throws Skye a small smile as he stands from the table and then heads into the living room.
"So Jessica really loves her guitar," Jemma says, leaning down to pick up her son and settle him on her hip. "It wasn't just a phase or spur of the moment thing to want to learn how to play it."
Skye nods and leans back against the counter. "Yeah. She's playing that thing every chance she gets and learning every song she possibly can."
Jemma smiles, bouncing Noah a bit on her hip as she crosses to the table to grab the stuffed animal he had earlier. "That's great. And she really seems to like Miles too."
"I don't see why she wouldn't. He's a great guy, and I can tell he loves her just as if she was his own. And I think Jess actually told him she loves him once. She may have been half asleep at the time, but she still said it."
"And do you love him?" Jemma questions, pulling her hair out of Noah's grasp.
"Of course I do. I've known the guy almost as long as I've lived here. And we've been dating for five years."
"Well, if you really love him then you should definitely bring him to the reunion this summer. Show him off to everyone."
"What reunion?" Skye asks, her brows furrowed together.
"Our ten year high school reunion." She tilts her head. "Didn't you get an invitation in the mail?"
Skye shrugs. "I might have. I brought the mail inside when we got home but I haven't opened anything yet."
"Well, now's a good time to check," Jemma tells her.
Skye sighs and walks out of the kitchen and over to the small hallway by the front door. Searching through the stack of mail, she pulls out an envelope with a return address she never thought she'd see again.
Opening the envelope, she pulls the letter out and reads it.
Dear Ms. Coulson,
We are sending you this letter to invite you to attend your ten year high school reunion. The reunion will be held on Saturday, July 18th, 2015, at 6:00 pm, in the Shield High School gym.
If you are able to attend the reunion, please RSVP as soon as you can.
Thank you,
Nick Fury,
Principal
Holding the letter in her hand, she walks back into the kitchen.
"So?" Jemma prods. "Are you going to go?"
"I don't know. I don't feel comfortable being on the opposite side of the country from Jess. Even if it is just for a day or two."
"Bring her with you," Jemma suggests. "I'm sure your parents will watch her while you're at the reunion. They haven't seen her in quite a while so they'll probably jump at the opportunity to watch her for you."
Skye looks over at Jessica where she's in the living room watching the TV and explaining the plot of the current show to Fitz and Miles.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt."
"Do you think your parents would watch Noah for Leo and I while we're at the reunion? We don't feel comfortable being so far away from him while he's so young."
"I'm sure they'd be more than happy to," Skye tells her.
Jemma smiles. "Then it's settled. We're all going back to Shield High."
"Yep," Skye says with a nod, "I guess we are."
Just as the two friends begin talking about the plans for the reunion they hear a blood curdling scream coming from the living room, startling the little boy in Jemma's arm. Both women rush into the other room to find Fitz and Miles still sitting on the couch, looking over at Jessica. She is standing in front of the TV, watching the screen intently.
"Jess?" Skye asks. "Angel, what's going on?"
Jessica turns around and looks Skye directly in the eyes. "Grant Ward, mom!"
"What?" Skye says, her breath catching in her throat.
"Grant Ward!" Jessica repeats. "The singer! His new CD is coming out soon! Can I get it? Please please please?"
"We'll see," Skye says, still in a bit of shock. "You just had a birthday a few weeks ago so I'll have to think about it." She kneels down in front of her daughter and puts a hand on each shoulder. "Jess, what do you think about taking a little trip in July?"
"Really? Where are we going?"
"We're going to go and see where I'm from."
"California?" Jessica asks.
Skye nods. "Yeah. California."
"Yes yes yes!" Jessica exclaims, bouncing up and down. "Can we go and see Grant's star that's in Hollywood? Please mom!"
"Maybe," Skye says.
"I have to tell Josie about this. She's gonna be so jealous!" Jessica runs off excitedly down the hallway to her room.
Skye sighs and lets out a breath. She turns her attention to the TV to see Grant's face on the screen as he sings the ending of his latest single. She picks up the remote control and shuts the TV off, collapsing onto the couch right next to Miles.
"Are you ever going to tell her?" Fitz asks, taking his son from Jemma.
"How can I?" Skye questions. "She knows so much about him from all those damn interviews and fan sites but he doesn't know a single thing about her."
"What are you talking about?" Miles asks, confusion written all over his face.
Skye sighs and looks at him. "Grant Ward is Jessica's father."
"Wow," Miles says, after a quiet moment. "I know it probably doesn't mean much coming from me, but I think you should tell her. She needs a dad."
"But she has me, her mother. And she has you guys," Skye says to them. "Jemma, Fitz, she's known the two of you since the day she was born. And she's known you, Miles, for a really long time as well. You're basically a father to her."
"But I'm not," he says. "At least think about it?"
She sighs. "Fine. I just hope he isn't at the reunion. He is definitely the last person I want to see."
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Until next time,
Jellybean96 out!