Meh... Mondays.

Hopefully this cheers you up!

First, a little R&R

SAMMY REESE: I'm so sorry you thought I wasn't going to update anymore! D: I'm glad to be back and I will try my hardest to not let it go that long again! Anyway... I'm glad someone else appreciates Clara's commentary on her situations! It's something I absolutely love about her!

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"I swear we had no idea that you were some top secret government agency! We just got to Clara's house and saw some people taking her! How many times do I have to say the same thing over and over?!"

Lyla sat staring up at the men towering before her. Her light green eyes pleading with them to just believe her and let her go. They looked at each other, their expressionless faces mirroring each other and then back down at her. She sighed, this was getting old.

The door of the small room opened and in walked a familiar face.

"Alright guys – uh – I think you're done babysitting her." Said Agent Coulson motioning for the two grunts to leave. "I can take over here."

Lyla had trouble putting a face to a name but she knew she had seen this man before.

"Hi." He said as the other two left the room. Lyla stared up at him awkwardly, still trying to put the face to name.

"Remember me? New Mexico?" Agent Coulson inquired.

That's when it clicked in her head. "You're the guy who took Dr. Foster's Lab!"

He smiled, "I'm Agent Coulson. Last time we met wasn't exactly memorable but then again now isn't exactly the best of times either. And just so you know, we were borrowing the equipment-"

"Stealing." Lyla corrected, narrowing her eyes jokingly at the man that now sat across the table from her.

"We gave it back." He defended.

"Yeah, eventually." The young woman scoffed.

"You still got it back!" Agent Coulson laughed.

"Yeah, after like – a month!" Lyla rolled her eyes as a smile spread across her lips. It was easy to get comfortable around this guy. He was a nice change from the last two blockheads.

"I'm sorry no one seemed to recognize you. I guess they don't have as great of a memory as they should." Agent Coulson apologized. "If they had sent me down to identify you things would be different."

"Why should they be able to recognize me?" She asked with wide eyes and obviously startled.

"Because of your involvement with Thor, you're supposed to be on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s constant radar. I hate to put it like this but in a way we're supposed to always know where you are, what you're doing, and who you're with. Like your parents when you're a teenager, just – "

"That's creepy." Was all Lyla could reply. Her mind was becoming more and more confused by the minute. Thor. She remembered Thor. The outrageously tall, handsome, and otherworldly (literally) (demi) God of a man she had met last summer while interning at a research facility in New Mexico.

Despite the odds, she's found herself here in the hands of S.H.I.E.L.D. where they seem to know everything about the man (God) she thought she'd never see again. Sure, Thor promised to come back to her but the more time that passed since Lyla was last in his presence, the more reality actually sunk in and caused her to doubt hope.

Lyla, tugging on a loose string from the hem of her skirt, began to wonder how Clara was involved with S.H.E.I.L.D. She knew for a fact that Morgan didn't have any affiliation with the organization but Clara was the one being taken by them last night. What did these people want with her?

"Since you're here now, and it's been proven that you were in involved with the New Mexico incident, we've decided you're in our protective custody until further notice."

"Wait," Lyla's head was spinning she was thinking so fast, "What do you mean by 'involved in the New Mexico incident?'"

"You witnessed it." Agent Coulson replied in a matter of fact tone.

"And protective custody… that means Morgan and I are now under protection?

The agent sighed. He didn't want to explain that Morgan wasn't allowed to know about the organization the Lyla did, especially after the state of Morgan's father's affiliation. "We have no obligation to inform her of the status of the situation." He then rose from his chair to leave and opened the door as her swiped his card by the keypad.

"Wait! What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Agent Coulson looked back at the young woman her green eyes wider than before. His lips formed a tight line that turned up to a remorsefully forced smile and apologetic eyes as he said, "Don't worry about it."

With that he shut the door behind him leaving Lyla speechless. How in hell is she supposed to not worry about it? This was her best friend!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Sorry it's a little on the short side :c

(It's okay, Lyla is too)

Who's excited for the next chapter?

Anyone?

Well, you know I love ya guys!

Happy reading!