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"Why is he moving here again?"

Coulson sighed as he stopped wrapping the presents he had for Jenny and looked up at Fitz-Simmons. After what happened yesterday, Grant agreed to temporarily move Jenny and himself to the Playground. "Because he's the only one that can translate the message that will lead us to Skye."

"Sir, they are plenty of scholars in the world. Surely, there's one…" Jemma started.

"I've already contacted all of SHIELD lingual resources, none of them have ever seen that dialect before."

"But, he's too emotionally invested in this project." Leo reminded. Jemma nodded in agreement with her fiancé.

"So are you two." Coulson reiterated as he stood up. "Do you want me to take you two off of this?"

"What no…"

"Then Ward is staying." Coulson restated as he put the presents in a "My Little Pony" gift bag and picked it up. "Now if you'll excuse me." Coulson walked out of his office past the duo.

"Well, that went well." Leo mused as he sat on the edge on Coulson's desk.

"Clearly." Jemma sneered as she paced around the room. She stopped in front of Leo. "I mean, how could he forgive Ward? After everything that he did us! He almost got us killed!"

Leo bit his lip. "We shouldn't forget that each of us almost killed him."

"Oh so we should just give him a pass then huh?"

"I'm not saying that." Leo interrupted as he stood up. "I'm saying that… Maybe we don't see the whole picture. I mean, Skye obviously trusted him enough to let him father their child while she was here and Coulson seems to have given him another chance."

"So, you're saying we should give him a chance?"

Leo shrugged. "Maybe."

Jemma looked him in the eye. "Well, I don't know if I can. You're right. I don't know the entire story, but I don't know if I want to. I feel like I just want to live in the world we did before, where none of this happened."

Leo reached out and pulled her close into a hug. "Me too. But the problem with is that we do and we have to deal with it, whether we like it or not. I'm just saying we try."

"We'll see."

"I think that is the very last bag." Grant grunted as he loaded the little trolley that Coulson had left for him. He turned to see Jenny trying to lift one of the boxes that was filled with her toys. "Princess, why don't you let me take that?"

"No, daddy." Jenny denied. "I can do it." Jenny bent down up more and with enough effort, she lifted the tiny box.

"Wow, you're really strong." Grant faked mused.

"I know." His daughter remarked as she made her way down over to the main entrance of the base.

Grant snickered as he went behind the cart and pushed it along. His little girl was definitely a mini Skye. She always worked hard at anything she put her mind to. They went down into the Playground and were met by Coulson.

"Hi Jenny." Phil greeted.

"Hi Uncle Phil." Jenny grinned. Since Grant and Skye made sure that Skye's father, Cal, was a part of Jenny's life, it didn't feel right for her to call Phil Grandpa, so she opted for Uncle instead.

"I got a present for you." He smiled as he held up the gift bag from earlier.

Jenny gasped as she put down the box and ran forward, grabbing the bag. "Thank you!" She looked back at her father. "Can I open it, daddy?"

"Of course, princess."

Jenny plopped down on the floor and put the bag in between her legs, making the adults laugh. She pulled out the first item and quickly unwrapped it. "Oo. My Little Pony PJs!" Jenny squealed as she pulled out a pair of footie pajamas that had two of the "Mane 6" on the arms, two on the torso and two on the legs. She looked back to her father. "Can I wear these tonight, daddy?"

"Of course."

Jenny smiled as she put down the clothes and pulled out the other item in the bag. "Oo. An Avengers coloring book!"

Coulson smiled. "Glad you like it. Who's your favorite Avenger?"

"Scarwet Witch."

"What?"

"She kicks butt and she has awesome powers!"

"But, what about Cap?"

"Meh." The child shrugged.

Coulson's jaw dropped in horror and looked at Grant. "You guys taught her nothing."

"Hey, she is her own person, she will have her own opinion. Ain't that right, munchkin?" Grant stated as he looked down at his daughter.

"Wight!" Jenny cheered as she stood up and put the coloring book in her box of toys.

Coulson chuckled. "Alrighty then. Let me show you where you guys will be staying." The two picked up their things and followed Coulson to the residential part of the base. "This is where Skye sleeps, so I thought that you could stay there, Ward, and Jenny can stay in the room across the hall."

Grant nodded. "That's fine with me. Princess, why don't you go get your toys together and I'll bring in the rest of your stuff soon."

"Okay, daddy." Jenny nodded as she walked into the room. Through the open door, the two men could see the little girl pulling out her toys and putting them in different categories.

"She likes order." Coulson acknowledged. "I wonder where she gets that from."

"I have no idea."

Coulson turned around to see Ward straightening things up on Skye's dressers and cleaning up some trash. "None whatsoever."

Ward, who realized he was caught, guilty smiled. "Um… I have to go over to the University to close out my office and talk to my TAs to make sure they're squared away for my leave. Do you mind watching Jenny while I'm gone?"

"Of course not."

Grant pulled out a piece of paper. "Okay, here's her schedule. She likes structure, so please don't stray from it unless absolutely necessary. I have some meals in this bag and snacks are also in there. I have her tablet loaded up with her favorite music and the Netflix account for kids is also available so she can watch her shows. She should be going down for her nap in an hour and she should only sleep for 45 minutes, no more, no less. Got it?"

Coulson slowly took the list from his hand as he watched him with a confused look. What he was saying sounded crazy, but he seemed absolutely serious. "Anything else?"

"Yah, don't give her Oreos. I don't care if she begs, don't give in."

"Why not?"

"You've seen Skye on lattes?"

A look of horror came over Coulson's face. "Yes…"

Grant pointed over to his daughter. "Ten times worse."

Coulson looked over to Jenny and when she saw them looking at her, she gave them an innocent smile, but he could see the mischievous glint in her eyes. "Understood."

"Alright." Grant walked around him and went over to Jenny. "Okay, princess. Daddy has to go deal something at work, but I'll be back soon. Uncle Phil will watch you in the mean time. You gonna be a good girl for him?"

"Yes daddy."

"Okay, give me hugs." Grant opened his arms and Jenny immediately jumped into them. Grant picked her up and pressed multiple kisses all over her face, which made her giggle. Grant placed her back down. "Love you princess."

"I lub you toob daddy." Jenny smiled as she sat back down to organize her toys.

"Okay, I'll see you two later." Grant walked out of the room and went to leave the building.

Phil looked back at Jenny as she worked on separating her toys. He went over and sat down next to her. "Why don't I help you with this?"

"Okay." Jenny nodded as she kept taking out the toys. Phil started to put the toys into piles when Jenny stopped him. "No. That's not right."

"Oh." Phil was taken aback at her assertiveness. "Well, how are you separating them?"

"I'm separating them by colour, bwand and size. See." Jenny asserted as she put two of the toys in a 'correct' pile.

Phil looked at all the toys she had and realized he didn't recognize any of the characters in front of him. None of the team members had children or young relatives of any kind, so no one on base would be familiar with it. "Uh…"

Jenny sighed as she took a toy from his hand. "Why don't you let me do this? You can organize the clothes by colour."

Phil nodded as he stood up. "Okay." He went into Skye's room to get one of Jenny's suitcase and brought it into the room.

"Undies in the top drower, pajamas in the middle and clothes that don't need to be hung up on the bottom." Jenny instructed without looking at him. "And don't forget to roll up the clothes to pevent winkles."

Coulson looked at the child in amazement before taking out her clothes, shaking his head. "You are definitely Ward's child." He mumbled.

"Phil," Melinda started as she walked into his office later that afternoon. "I just wante…"

"Shh." Coulson shushed, not bothering to look away from his computer screen.

"But I…"

"Shh." Coulson pointed to the corner of the room and Melinda turned her attention there. On the couch in the corner was a sleeping Jenny, her mouth wrapped around her right thumb. She was clutching her Princess Twilight plushie in her left arm and wrapped in a purple and pink striped blanket.

"What is she doing here?"

"While Ward's at his school, I'm watching Jenny and right now it's her nap time and I didn't feel comfortable leaving her in her room."

"I still can't believe you're letting them stay here."

"Believe it."

"Ward…"

Coulson finally looked up from his desktop. "Is our best way to find Skye and is just as determined as the rest of us. There's no better person for the job and who knows he can probably help us determine what HAMMER is up to."

Melinda sighed. "Phil, I don't care what you think you know about him. We all know that Ward is a traitor and can't be trusted. Who's to say he's not working for HAMMER and trying to sabotage us?"

"Mel…"

"I don't care he does now, that will never make up for what he did in the past. He shouldn't be responsible for the information and he definitely should be allowed to be a parent to that child." And with that, May left the room.

Coulson sighed as he rubbed his hands over his face.

"Uncle Phil…"

Coulson looked up and saw Jenny sitting up on the couch. "Hey, you're awake."

"Why is she so mean?" Jenny whimpered.

Coulson bit his lip. "You heard all that?" Jenny nodded. "Come here." Jenny jumped off the couch, still holding her toy and made her way around Coulson's desk. Phil proceeded to pick her and place her on his lap. "Did mommy and daddy tell you about things that happened before you were born?"

Jenny nodded. "They told me that daddy used to be weally bad and that he hurted a lot of people, incuding mommy."

Coulson nodded. "He did. Your daddy wasn't a nice man."

"But he… he changed. He not bad anymore. He weally good an nice an…"

Coulson chuckled. "I know. But the others are having a hard time realizing that's he's changed. We can't force them to like him. It'll take time." By this point, Jenny had moved on and had started playing with his tie. "Okay?"

"Otay." Jenny pouted as she looked up at him. "Can I watch my shows now?"

"Sure, sweetheart."

"Go left you idiot! Left!"

"I am going left!"

A crash sounded throughout the lounge area. Mack turned to glare at his friend. "Then why did you crash into me?"

Hunter sheepishly smiled. "Because, I thought you meant the other left. It is different London, you know."

Mack shook his head in disbelief before smiling at Lance. "It's good to have you guys back."

"I agree." Elena chirped from where she and the girls were sitting watching men play a racing game. She turned to Bobbi. "How long are you guys staying?"

"At least until we find Skye. After that…" Bobbi shrugged. "I don't know. This isn't the life we want to live anymore."

"Besides…" Hunter interrupted. "Travelling around the world, no responsibilities, nothing holding us back. It's pretty great. Right, Bob?"

Bobbi breathed out a laugh. "Right."

Before the conversation could continue, they stopped when they heard a squeaky voice making it's way down the hall. "NO!" At that moment, Jenny came running into the room, wearing the pajamas that Coulson got her, with her dad right on her tail.

"Come here, you little monkey." Grant smiled as he reached out and picked up his daughter, throwing her over his shoulder, which made her giggle. He made his way over to one of the bar stools and sat down, placing Jenny on his lap. "Now, you know you have to go to bed."

"But, I don't want tube."

"Well tough sparkles." He said as he tickled her tummy. "Because you have preschool tomorrow, so you need sleep. Now, you have had your snack, taken your bath, brushed your teeth, had your glass of milk and had your bedtime story. Not to mention, I have put your hair into every princess style possible. So there is no reason for you to be out of bed. Now we are going back to your room, I'm going to tuck you in and you are going to sleep… Okay?"

"Tay… But, I have to say goodnight to Uncle Phil."

"Okay, go." Grant placed her down on the floor.

Jenny walked over to the man, who had put down his controller. "Good night, Phil."

"Good night Jenny."

Jenny turned to go back to her dad, but quickly turned back around with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You know, mommy says you tell the best Captain America stories. But, I don't know why. He not that great."

Coulson's jaw dropped and struggled to breathe for a minute. "N-Not that great. Wh-What?" He picked her up and put her on the couch. "Let me tell you what makes Cap so great."

"Oh no you don't." Grant interrupted as he squeezed past Lincoln and Jemma to get to Coulson. He picked up his daughter. "Nice try. You are not going to con your Uncle into telling you stories so you can stay up."

Jenny shrugged. "I can try."

Grant mock glared at her. "You're too smart for your own good."

"I know." Jenny smirked.

"You are just like your mother." Grant proceeded to throw her over his shoulder. "Let's go, munchkin."

"But Cap…" Coulson whimpered.

"She'll hear it tomorrow." Grant confirmed as he walked out of the room, back to Jenny's room.

"Wow." Joey mused.

"What's so great about that?" Lincoln sneered.

"Nothing. It's just…" Joey bit his lip and rapidly blinked his eyes. "Jenny is just like her mother."

At that moment, everyone took a pause and realized that what he said was the truth.

"Good night, princess." Grant whispered as he caressed his daughter's head as she slept. It turned out that her little charade drained her of the last of her energy, coaxing her into sleep as soon as they got back to her room. "I love you." Grant pecked her cheek before turning off the overhead light, and turned on her "Celestia" nightlight. He quietly back out of the room and closed the door.

After that, he was over to the room where the InHuman team had been working on the code yesterday. He went over to the code and glanced over it. This wasn't going to be easy but he wouldn't rest until Skye was back in his arms. He picked up the paper, brought it over to a blank blackboard and put a magnet on top of it. He proceeded to write out the letters on the blackboard. Since he was more of a visual person, he knew that they needed to actually be on the board. After that he went over to the stack of book he had brought with him and picked up the first one on top. He pulled up a chair and opened it up. This book contained a few steps to deciphering a new language and while he had read it multiple times before he wanted to refresh his memory.

But before he even finished, he realized that something didn't feel right. He forgotten that usually he listened to music while he worked, a habit that he had picked up from Skye. He quickly went back to Skye's room and pulled out his tablet and portable speaker. He set up the speaker in the middle of the room. "Play a random playlist." He instructed the tablet.

He went back over to the blackboard as a string of voices rang throughout the room.

"I gave you the key when the door wasn't open, just admit it
See, I gave you faith, turned your doubt into hoping, can't deny it"

It was then that Grant realized that the playlist was one of Skye's. He was partial to more classical, old-school music, while Skye was into pop and new age scene. This particular song was a remix of a song called "Where Are U Now" by an acapella group named Pentatonix, one of Skye's favorite band.

"Now I'm all alone and my joys turned to moping
Tell me here, where are you now that I need you?
Where are you now, where are you now?

Where are you now that I need ya?
Couldn't find you anywhere
When you broke down I didn't leave ya
I was by your side
So where are you now that I need ya?
Where are you now that I need ya?"

Grant tried to work on decoding, writing down similar symbols on the board, but his thoughts kept drifting over to Skye.

"(Oh, aah)
Where are you now that I need ya?
(Oh, aah)
Where are you now that I need ya?
(Oh, aah, oh aah, oh, aah, oh ah ah aah)
(Oh, aah, oh aah, oh, aah, oh ah ah aah)

I gave you attention when nobody else was paying
I gave you the shirt off my back, what you saying?
To keep you warm
I showed you the game everybody else was playing,
That's for sure
And I was on my knees when nobody else was praying, oh Lord"

Grant paused his writing. He started twirling the chalk in his hand as he listen to haunting, melodic voices of the group.

"I need you...
I need you...
I need you the most...

I need you (the), I need you
I need you (the most), I need you (the)
I need you (the most)
I need you (the), I need you (the most)
I need you the most...

I need you, Baby"

Grant put down the chalk and walked to the table, sitting down in the chair. He brushed his hands through his hair as his mind was overtaken by memories of him and Skye. Their first meeting. Their first kiss. Their first time making love. Every day he was grateful that Skye gave him a second chance and the fact that she wasn't here hurt him inside.

"Where are you now that I need ya?
(Oh, aah, oh aah, oh, aah, oh ah ah aah)
(Oh, aah, oh aah, oh, aah, oh ah ah aah)"

As the song faded out, Grant did something for the first since Skye disappeared.

…He cried.

Uncontrollably.

The tears rolled down his face. His breath became sporadic. His throat felt like it was closing.

But he didn't care because he didn't want to stop it.

He just wanted to cry.

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