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"Your mad." He points out.

"Not now, Grant." Jemma sighs, taking the plate that he hands for her to dry.

"It's my fault." He adds. "It's not exactly fair to you that I went kissing your best friend."

Jemma holds up her hands. "Stop, Grant. You really don't want to start this. And Skye isn't exactly innocent in all this." Ok, she was, kind of. Jemma saw straddling, when there in fact hadn't been any. Jemma didn't see Skye trying to break free of his lips. Instead, Jemma saw one of her fears.

"Why not?" He asks not to taunt her, but out of a curious clueless mind.

"Because, my bloody husband just kissed my best friend. And it's alright in some crazy sense!" It comes out in a snap. It comes out angrier than she expected.

"It's not alright." He sighs. "My memory loss is not an excuse, that I can use, or for you. It's not alright, but it brings a question to light."

"And the question is?"

"A divorce." It's a statement not a question.

She nearly drops the plate she's drying. "Excuse me?"

"I think… I think a divorce would make things easier.

"Easier?" Jemma repeats. "Easier? Nothing about this is easy Grant! It was not easy seeing you not breathing! It was not easy to see you hooked up to machines! It was not easy to see you dying in front of my while I couldn't help! It was not easy seeing my husband wake up and not recognize his own wife!" She shouts. "It is not easy! Not at all. A divorce may be easy for you because you don't know what you'd be leaving behind, but I do. I do, Grant. Those words were supposed to be final." She whispers. "For better, for worse...in sickness and in health." Jemma whispers.

"Jemma..." He whispers.

Jemma shakes her head. "I just need to think."


"So, you're saying that's it?" Her voice cracks.

"I," Ward pauses. "I am." He sighs.

A tear slides down her cheek, which she wipes away as secretly as possible.

"Please, Jemma don't cry. This sucks, I'm sorry, it really does."

"It sucks? That's what your saying about all this? Sorry, Jemma, I know we only spent the last three months trying to be together and keep it too our selves, but hey. no big deal when it's found out. I'll just says it sucks and move on!" Usually, her mocking brings laughter, sadly not this time.

"Jemma, do you realize how dangerous this is? For you, me, the whole team? The bad guys, they use these type of things to hurt us, to hurt you."

"Oh, this isn't some bloody spy movie!" Jemma shouts.

"Your right, Jemma! It's not. This real life!"

"Fine, I won't endanger you any more agent Ward. You won't have to worry about me any longer."

"Jemma, please."

She shakes her head. "It's agent Simmons."


A divorce. His words circled around her mind, infected every thought. Everything between them feels just so worthless, useless. It hadn't exactly been easy for them. Just dating had broken so many protocols. Jemma wasn't one to easily break rules, but she did for him. Coulson had tired to put a stop to it too. His reasoning had been very similar to Grant's; maybe that's where Grant got his points from. In the end, he allowed it to continue because they're separation brought too much of an imbalance to the team. Those two weeks weren't easy. Everyone, though stubborn to admit it, took sides. Would they take sides again?

Grant leaves Jemma be. He used to never do that. If she was upset, he'd be by here side. Often it was his strong arms wrapped around her bringing security and comfort. Sometimes it was just him being there, where she could touch him, where he was always in reach. It takes an hour for Jemma to come up with a decision. He's in the living room again.

"No."

He looks up from the picture in his hands. "Huh?"

"No." Jemma repeats. "No divorce, not yet."

"Not yet?" he questions.

Jemma nods before continuing. "Coulson, already gave me an order so to speak. Three months is all I- we have to figure this out. Whether things go back to normal, or we still end up together; we have three months to figure that out. And if for some reason this doesn't work out at all, then...then we get a divorce."

"Are you sure?" He asks concerned.

"No, not really, but it's not fair for either of us. I don't want to force you into this. If your going to be married to me, I want you to love me. Not just pretend because you woke with wife by your side. I don't want to be an obligation."

"And I don't wish to be yours either." Grant adds.

"So, it's settled then."

"W-what are you doing?" His eyes seem to almost bulge out of his head.

Jemma leans her head against his shoulder, her legs draping over his, before she clicks on the tv with the remote. "It's Saturday." She answers. "Meaning: cuddles and movies."

"Ok, but um, there's a perfectly good empty spot next to me." Grant protests, the authority in his tone when he's in agent-mode edging its way in.

"I know, but a key word in my previous statement was: cuddles."

"Ok." He sighs, Jemma wonders if the arm sitting on her knees seems to hold her a bit tighter. Maybe it's muscle memory. Maybe it's her reading into things. "What movie did you pick?"

"Tangled." She smiles.

"Jemma, stop worrying about me. I'm perfectly fine of spending some time by myself." Grant said from his position of leaning against the bedroom door frame.

She finished buttoning up her shirt before she spoke. "I know. It's just you haven't been alone for over twenty minutes before. I don't want anything to happen."

"Your going to lunch with Skye." he stated. His tone suggesting it was final. "Are you sure I was her S.O because half the things that come out her mouth are ridiculous. There's no way she is capable agent."

Jemma rolled her eyes. There were some things he couldn't accept. "Don't be rude." Jemma chastised. "She's a level one agent, Skye's come a long way."

Ward sighs, giving up on the lost cause. "I'll call if I need something. Enjoy your lunch."

"Hey, girlie!" Skye greets standing up to hug Jemma. Jemma smiles into the hug. Though, she is worried about Grant being on his own, it's nice to not be hoovering by his side.

"Thanks for this. I think I needed it. Plus, Grant was more than happy to get rid of me for a bit."

"Oh, don't say that Simmons." Skye said shaking her head, and sitting back in her seat. "But, you have been a bit over protective. You do kinda smother..."

Jemma laughed. "I don't smother. Don't be ridiculous." Skye raised an eyebrow at her. "Ok, so may I smother a little."

"How is he?" Skye asks, her voice taking on a more serious tone than usual. Grant became her closest form of family; she's been just of worried as Jemma when Grant got shot. She's been by Jemma's side the whole time.

Jemma sighed. "I don't know. He's alright physically, but mentally? I have no clue. It has to be hard on him. I just wish he'd let me in a bit more, but this is Grant before he opened up to people. It's a wonder he's putting up with me at all."

"Do you think he's going to remember?" Her eyes were big a wide like a child's.

"I..I don't know Skye. There's too many factors involved. He lost a lot a blood, and experienced head trauma, and what happened had to be traumatic. Those are things that the brain tries to forget sometimes-"

"Jemma, stop." Skye cuts her off. "I know, science and reason gets you through things, but now your torturing yourself."

"I know, I just want him to-"

"Remember." Skye finishes for her. " We all do, Jemma. So how has it been between your two?"

The waiter saves the day, stopping by to take their order. It gives Jemma a chance to decide if she'll go on and tell Skye about the possibility of their divorce. She decides to tell her.

"He wants a divorce." Jemma answers flatly.

Skye's eyes widen. "He whats?" Her questioning shout brings a few curious glances from others eating their lunch around them.

"He wants a divorce." Jemma repeats, if she has to say it again she might just lose the little self control she has left and break down. " He and I do ,a bit anyway, think that it may be easier, and a wiser choice."

"Easy, Jemma? Nothing about you two has ever been easy! Why does that make a difference now?"

"Because he doesn't remember those times that weren't easy. And, maybe I don't want him too."

"Jemma, your are not just throwing your relationship with Grant away."

'Who said anything about throwing my relationship away, Skye?"

They were interrupted again when their drinks , thankfully, arrived. Skye took a sip of her soda before speaking. "I know it sucks. We all know it sucks, but you are not just giving up."

"I'm not giving up." Jemma said back defensively. "We haven't even got the proper papers together. We both decided that if it doesn't work out between us in three months, then we'll get the divorce."

"So, in December instead of celebrating Christmas, you'll be sobbing over a missing stocking?"

"Skye! Stop being so ridiculous! I'm not saying we're getting a divorce. I'm just saying that it's an all too real possibility."

"Ok." Skye sighed. "Just try, ok? You guys are too cute together to just give up."

Jemma laughed at that. "I think we'd make the cutest babies."

Skye snorted. "Yeah, like that's ever going to happen."

"It might have, you know." She shrugged. " I mean we were thinking about it, about trying."

Skye held up her hands. "As much as your theoretical babies would be cute; I don't want to hear about your trying. I draw the line about hearing my S.O's sex life."

Jemma smiled. "Fine, fine." It was good to be with a close friend again.