Jemma is checking things over in the kitchen when she hears the van pull up. "Babe Tom's here be right back."

As she's coming around the stove and out the kitchen door she can hear Grant getting Tom's wheelchair inside.

"Hey Tommy How ya been?" Grant leans down to hug his brother and Thomas hugs back. His coordination is a bit wonky due to his Cerebral Palsy as a result of the well incident no one ever talks about.

Jemma knows Grant treasures every single one of those hard won hugs. "Good. Miss you." Tom says the edges of his speech slurred and hard for anyone who's not a family member to understand.

Jemma smiles when Grant kisses Tom's forehead. "Missed you more, ready for the game?" Grant is affectionate with no one but herself and Thomas.

"Patriots…" Tom says. Jemma smiles wider it's an old argument but the brothers love to wind each other up over the sports team.

"Suck." Grant retorts.

"Liar." Tom returns making Jemma laugh.

"This again really boys?" Jemma said walking up behind Tom's chair to wrap him in hug. "Pats fan til I die. Hi Jem." He turns his head and kisses Jemma's cheek.

"Hey Tom any new hot nurses at the facility?" She asked leaning on the chair.

"Eh you're prettier…" Tom says with a charming smile.

'What'd I say about flirting with my wife?" Grant feigns hurt feelings and crosses his arms giving off a sour disposition. Which both Tom and Jemma see through.

"If I steal her don't do it where you can see." Tom replied.

Helix jumps into Tom's lap and he startles at the action but soon calms. The cat lays herself across Tom's chest to make it easier for him to cuddle up to or pet her. Helix generally hates anyone who isn't Jemma but makes an exception for Tom."

-/-/-

Jemma leaves Grant to visit with Tom a bit and goes to check the turkey. Since they've joined Coulson's team they have had less time to spend with Tom. When Jemma was strictly an in lab scientist she would go to the nursing facility he was in and check on him at least three times a week with or without Grant.

She'd bring him treats and dinner. New audiobooks things like that.

She can hear them laughing in the next room it makes her happy.

-/-/-

She putters around the kitchen checking various pots, pans, and pumpkin pies. Grant likes it so she makes it even though she thinks pumpkin pie is a bit cloying to the pallet. A buzzer goes off in the distance behind her. Bugger it all she'd left an experiment in the incubator. She hurries to remove it before Grant can find her out. He's very persnickety about her working on holidays but honestly He'd built the lab for her what does really expect. Besides that this experiment is extremely time sensitive.

She cleans up her lab mess without detection and goes back into the living room. The team having just arrived. May uncharacteristically hugs Tom. There are greetings all round. She watches as Grant introduces Skye to Tom. Skye looks a little curious but not in a harmful way.

Skye finally free of long held "Pats debate" comes over and hugs Jemma. "Happy Thanksgiving Simmons."

In a break from the kitchen she sits between Skye and Bobbi as everyone talks over one another or shouts needless obscenities at the TV displaying the Americanized football she truly doesn't give crap about. Skye pulls her and Bobbi in for a selfie. "No social media posting Skye." Grant and Coulson say at once. Skye's slightly pouty expression makes Jemma smile. She deserves some recompense. She picks up her own phone and goes over to stand between Tom's chair and Grant's incredibly pitiful lazy-boy. "Thanksgiving photo boys?"

"No." Grant said plainly.

"Do it, we both know I can make you…" She counters. He sighs and scoots closer to her. "And don't scowl my love… Smile!" She said sweetly but she knows Grant hears the steel behind it.

"You forgot smolder. He can smolder." Tom teases.

"Shut up both of you." Grant gripes halfheartedly. They smile and she snaps the photo.

"Duck faces?" she asks just to rile Grant.

"Screw you." He said without heat.

"Another time Darling I think I'm burning the dinner rolls." Everyone laughs and Trip chokes on his beer.

-/-/-

They all sit down to eat and Skye sits next to Tom. Grant sits on his other side to help him eat.

"So give me all the dirt you have on Ward…." Skye leans in conspiratorially to whisper.

"You'd have to go on date with me first." Tom flirts. Jemma can see a smile fliting around the edges of Grant's mouth. Tom is 26 but with his disability women often think he's a child in a man's body but honestly that couldn't be farther from the truth Tom is a man in a broken body but still a man with normal mental capacity even if he can't physically express himself Tom is fully present.

Jemma knows it pains Grant at times to see the lost potential his brother lives with but there are other times you don't see it all. When Skye flirts back like it's nothing it makes Jemma smile. "I'm down, just don't make me do pushups and we're good. Ward's queer for pushups." Grant chokes back a laugh himself.

Then again she shouldn't be surprised Skye's has always been someone who goes deeper than the surface.

The doorbell rings and Bobbi hops up. "Got it."

"It's probably my parents. Daddy always gets turned around on the freeway." Jemma said piling pea salad on her plate.

-/-/-

"Not your parents Jemma. "That voice is like being hit with ice water. Grant drops his fork and his whole b0dy tenses. Tom jerks at every work like he's afraid of being trapped or worse hit.

Jemma is going to be the only one to find her voice she thinks. So she takes control. "Christian what are you doing here?"

"A man can't visit his family for the holiday." He retorts staring her down with flat distaste in his eyes. She can hear Tom beginning to panic his breathing is becoming rapid and he's trying not to cry, Grant isn't doing much better his hold body is set like a spring his expression so dark it could freeze a centipede solider in his tracks. He gently puts a calming hand on Tom's back and doesn't leave his brother's side.

Jemma gets to her feet, "You must not value living senator. I said if you disrupted my family ever again I was going to kill you. I mean what I say." She comes around the table to face off with him.

"You got a lot of big talk for such frail woman. Do you know who I am? What I could do to you?"

Jemma smiles sweet as cherry pie. She picks up Bob's napkin ring shaped like cardinal. It's tiny tail very sharp. She whirls it delicately on her index finger as she speaks. "You clearly have no idea who I am Christian. I could kill you with ten objects in this room alone. Marry specialist you pick things up. Physicality is for the weak in my opinion. I could poison you though or maybe I'll give you a disease of my own creation it. It will boil your body from the inside leaving you to drown in your own blood much like Tommy! It only seems fair after all…oh and your skin melts off too. It'll slide right off your pretty little liars face like Teflon. Do you want to test me Christian? Leave my home now. That is the last of my grace and kindness to be used up by you. Next time I shall undoubtedly kill you with the malice and perverse pleasure your evil deeds demand."

Christian turns and walks out. "I'd hate to see what Chinese Christmas is like." Coulson broke the silence.

Leo and Tom share a look like they're perpetuating an old inside joke and then burst into laughter.

Like magic Jemma doesn't believe in the tension lifts away from the room. Everyone else laughs. "Remind me not to fuck with Mrs. Ward." Hunter jokes.

"Nonsense Lance you only make an enemy of me when you harm what I love." She replies.

-/-/-

All their guests gone and Tom back at the nursing facility he calls home. Jemma sat on the tub's edge applying lotion to her arms and legs as she watched Grant brush his teeth. "Speak your mind Darling I can feel you thinking from here." The muscles in his bare back still held tension in the muscles.

He sighed and spit out his tooth paste before twisting to look back at her. "When does he stop popping up like a demented Jack in the box I mean really we live in a shield protected section of a damned canyon?! How did he find us Jem? And the thing is if he found us he can find Tom! He probably has found Tom; this was just his way of telling me he can strike at any time! "He rinses his toothbrush putting it in the wrong holder slot. She bites down on the urge to correct it. She watches him wipe his mouth before replying.

"So can we Grant. I will never understand how he can make you forget who you are. That little visit is the only grab for power he can make anymore. The only pay off he can get is rattling you Grant! You're the best agent in his field since Romanoff. I'm not saying kill him though I'm sure it'd be satisfying. What I'm saying is show him he can't push you around anymore and he'll go away."

Grant shakes his head and then looks back her with so much pain and anger in his eyes it makes her breath catch. "I wanted to kill him for making Tommy afraid. If he dares to come around Tom again I am going to kill him Jem and I won't feel bad about it."

She nods accepting the threat. She knows what her husband is capable of but if it was killing his brother he'd of done it ages ago. "Tom handled it a great deal better this time. I was rather proud of him. "She thinks briefly of the severity of the panic caused by the last visit. Tom had refused to bathe for a week. The water having triggered his PTSD.

Grant pulls her to her feet and walks behind her toward the bed room. She likes him like this despite his intensity he always held her gently. Like she was the only thing that held value for him and he would change and bend any way needed to protect her. He kissed where her neck met her jaw. "Ooh you just reminded me! Did you feel any latent Beserker related rage at the sight of Christian? I'm curious if the lingering effects of the staff are as long lasting as the professor predicted." He kissed down her shoulder as they reached the foot of the bed still wrapped up together.

"I couldn't tell the old rage from the new it was all one thing. How did me kissing your neck bring this line of questioning forward?" She steps away from him regretfully to turn down the bed.

"Lust was how you expended the rage last time as it is your normal coping mechanism for stressors. It was only more frantic than usual if I recall and you spent twenty minutes berating me for wearing my hair down because apparently that is one of your things…"She crawls under side of the sheets

He stares down at her skeptically. He doesn't remember his irrational anger spell. "It is yes but I think the proper sexual buzz word for that is kink."

"I suppose but anyway you yelled at me for wearing my hair down on the bus…because the bus is a no go zone and then we had sex and you were mostly fine if not a little edgy. So yes kissing my neck made me think of our last go at angry sex which brought me around to my question. Would you care to have sex now it doesn't have to be of the angry sort either…"She retorted with an arched brow and sultry smile that she knows from experience will ensnare him.

He walks to his side of the bed giving her a slow burning smirk. "You proposition me in the weirdest of ways woman…but yes I'd like to have sex. First you need to remove your bratty cat from my pillow." He points to the offending feline.

"Helix! What have I told you about the pillows girl? "She gripes shooing the cat off.

"She's a rebel." Grant said flipping over his pillow for double assurance.

"She didn't learn that from me. If I didn't know better I'd think she was your cat."

Grant laughed for the first time in hours. "You're going to be the best Mom one day Jem."