Thanks so much for all the wonderful reviews, here's another chapter for you. This one's got a flashback too. ;)

May sat down in the pilot's seat, switching all the auto levers off, she grabbed the clutch and set the coordinates. Leaning back and getting comfortable, she started off for Central City.

Her mind drifted to her conversation with Skye earlier that day, there was something about it all that bothered her. It set her on edge and brought about unwanted memories, of when she was Tess, of when she was with Harrison.

In 1994, she'd been assigned an undercover mission - her first, to obtain the works of one Dr. Harrison Wells. S.H.I.E.L.D. had caught wind of the young genius and had decided that he was dangerous, and as it was before the days of kind convincing and winning smiles to brainwash their scientists, it meant that Melinda would be assigned to steal the research.

She'd donned the disguise of Tess Morgan, IQ of 163, two PhDs and four science awards. She'd arrived at Harrison Wells' lab, expecting an old man who barked orders at his minions. But instead what she got was a young man with a soft face and heavy glasses who worked with a group of friendly scientists for a branch of the government, whose name was never mentioned.

Suspicious as she was about it all, Harrison was quite the charmer back in the day and even now she felt a slight burn when she thought about some of the nights they spent together. She blinked slowly as more memories, raw and vivid as they day they were created, washed over her with a wave of emotions.

Hair pulled back in a high ponytail, I slowly pushed the door open, my sneakers squeaking on the floor a bit as I entered the lab. The floor shone to the point that I suspected they had servants who came in and scrubbed the floor, to keep the polished look. But in reality, I figured it'd be because of the chemicals that are constantly spilled and scrubbed up.

I looked around at the scientists in the room, there was a particularly taut looking woman, who had abnormally long nails and was carefully pouring liquid from one beaker to another. I tried to get a good look at the others, but a burly man moved into my way. His bushy eyebrows depicted the perfect image of a crazy scientist and his aged face made me suspect he was in charge, just by the way he was standing.

"Can I help you?" he asked in a thick Southern accent. I cringed slightly, Southern accents always got on my nerves,

I cleared my throat and replied. "I'm Dr. Morgan," I held out my hand to shake - which he did brutally, nearly crushing my hand.

His entire face softened and I realized the enthusiastic handshake was one of delight. "Dr. Morgan! It's a pleasure to meet you, we've been expecting someone of your talents," he waved her over to the group of scientists, who had now all huddled together, away from the newcomer. "I'm Dr. Barnes and I think you'll fit in very nicely here at Star-Corps."

The group of scientists seemed to relax once they saw how comfortable he had become with me, the taut looking woman even moved forwards and extended her hand. "I'm Dr. Southern, but you can call me Amy," she said, her voice wasn't as warm nor welcoming as Dr. Barnes, but it was enough.

"Nice to meet you, Amy," I said. "You can call me Tess."

One by one the doctors came up and introduced themselves. There was Dr. Jay Daniels - a former Navy Seal who towered over everyone. Drs. Ed and Beth Wilder, husband and wife and also mortal enemies, oddly enough. Dr. Charles Ndoki, a small Asian scientist, whom I suspected was the smartest man in the room, he had the air of someone who knew everything, but told no one. And last but not least, was Dr. Harrison Wells, a young doctor who was a genius, but too soft-hearted to broadcast it much.

I had to admit, I was quite partial to them already, each one was already growing on me. I guess I was too soft at the time.

They put me to work with the Wilders to start, but I couldn't keep my eyes of Harrison, he was very interesting. He was extremely meticulous about his work, but he loved it. I could see the glee in his eyes as he tested things, he seemed to favour particle physics, the way they separated and reacted.

Standing off to one side of the room, he worked in silence, every now and then a soft chuckle would come out of his fascination. His hands worked quickly and quietly as they swapped out petri dishes and typed rapidly on the computer, running programs to predict how the particles would react to different radiation bursts.

"Tess?" Ed asked, holding up a piece of metal.

"Hm? Sorry, what?" I whipped my head around again, feeling bad,

Beth smirked, knowingly. "Don't worry, it's not just you," she said, her English accent sounded very posh, whereas Ed's sounded more like a Londoner's. "Harrison's quite...symmetrical."

Ed scoffed angrily. "No, he's not. He's hardly even handsome."

Setting down the measuring rod in her hand, Beth turned to look at Ed. "Why do you have to be so belligerent?"

"Oh, I'm belligerent now? Well, at least I don't ogle other people. Whatever happened to till death do us part?" his arms folded across his chest.

Beth glared at him. "Don't use that against me, and we all know that you've 'ogled' others on more than one occasion, no one here can deny that they've eyed Jay at least once, you especially."

Ed seemed flustered and started stammering out his next retort. I saw this as my chance to escape and I slipped away silently. I carefully made my way over to where Harrison worked. "Hi," I said quietly, pulling up one of the other chairs. "Can I hide here for awhile?"

Harrison looked at me from over his thick framed glasses and he chuckled. "Absolutely. Sorry about them, they get like this all the time and sometimes we have to physically separate them," he seemed amused by this, but I felt a lump of sadness in my chest.

"Why do they hate each other so much? I mean, they got married, what happened?"

He must have seen the sorrow in my eyes, because he gave me a pitying look and pulled his glasses off. "Well, it's a long story, isn't it?" he said, thinking for a bit. He ran his hands through his hair and I kind of wanted to do the same. "Eddie and Beth used to be madly in love. They could barely keep their hands off one another, but...they loved their work just as much as they loved each other. They were working on a neuro-visualizer. Now that's not what it sounds like, it wasn't a medicinal tool, it was a, uh..." he chewed on his lip.

"Was it dangerous?" I asked, leaning forwards in my seat.

He nodded. "Very. Their aim was to read minds. They didn't have any willing test subjects, so they tested it on themselves. It worked, but not how they wanted it to. They read the other's minds alright, but it also spliced their brains, and sort of...forged them together. So Ed became equal parts Beth and Ed and the same happened to her. They're forever forged together, they can't ever be apart."

"Why not?"

"They don't know how, they need the other to survive, every night they need to plug their brains into a machine, a sort of neuro-generator - another of their handiwork. It's the only way they can survive."

I nodded sadly, I didn't believe that what he said was possible, but I didn't want to seem insensitive. He seemed to drift back to his work, his eyes trained on the shifting particles in the petri dish. It looked like he had some sediment in with a liquid component, that seemed to bubble over.

I watched it, intrigued. The sediment dissolved into the liquid and turned a purple-ish color. It swirled together in fizzy motions, it was sort of entrancing and I leaned in to get a better look. As I got closer, Harrison's hand touched my shoulder. I looked up at him and he pursed his lips. "Best not get too close. Safety measures and what-not."

"May?"

May's head whipped around and she saw Coulson standing in the doorway of the cockpit. "How we doing?" he asked.

She inclined her head a bit. "Fine, we'll be there within the hour," she said, turning back to keep her eyes on the skies, trying to ignore the small lump in her throat that had come with the memories. There was a pain in her chest that she just couldn't shake.

And there's that. If you research S.T.A.R Corps on Wikipedia, you can see that there are no OC's. :) The same goes for Daphne from the last chapter, her full name is Daphne Dean, I'm hoping to have her in it some more, but I might not.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading!

God Bless,
-Nicci 3