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My Brother's Keeper

Chapter Eleven

Two weeks later the Ward siblings were patiently waiting for Skye in the new training facility that had been created specifically for them. Skye had decided to give them a few weeks to settle in before she began their training. The night before she had told them to be ready to train by nine a.m.

It was nine twenty.

"Is she even coming?" mumbled Rose as she leaned against the wall of the padded room.

"She'll be here," confirmed Grant, stretching his arms above his head. "Eventually," he added, frowning.

Thomas chuckled. "Something tells me she's not the most promptly person."

"That, she is not."

"I don't even know why I'm here. My ability, is not something that can be controlled with physical training."

"Then what would you suggest?"

"I don't know, meditation."

"You actually think that would help?"

"Because I don't technically control the weather I only need to focus on controlling my emotions and the emotions I feel from others. Once I get that under control I'll be good. It's you and Thomas that have to train."

Thomas sarcastically replied. "What you're saying makes perfect sense."

"Obviously."

"Sorry guys I'm late," Skye apologized as she ran into the room. Her face was flushed and her chest heaving as she walked into the center of the room, Lincoln trailing behind her. "D.C had me doing some hacking stuff and you probably don't really care," she said with a dismissive wave. "Anyways who's ready to get started?"

"We were ready to start thirty minutes ago," Rose mumbled under her breath but loud enough for everyone to hear.

Skye rolled her eyes. She was starting to become used to Rose's antagonizing statements and knew it was best to ignore them. The woman hadn't liked her from the beginning and it had yet to change. "Alright then Ward you'll be training with Lincoln while I take Thomas and Rose." For the past two weeks she had kept her word, not speaking to Ward unless it was pivotal.

Upon hearing the news Rose's hand shot up in the air. "Can I switch with Grant?" she asked before Skye could say anything.

"And why do you want to switch with him?" growled Skye, crossing her arms.

Rose smiled coyly. "I believe it's for my and the outside's best interest if I spend my time around someone I actually like. It would be the best way for me to learn control."

Skye wanted to argue but found she didn't have the energy. "Fine," she yielded, sighing. "You want to train with Lincoln, you can train with Lincoln."

"Thank you," smiled Rose sweetly as she moved away from her brothers and towards Lincoln who was standing on the other side of the room.

"Okay guys lets get started," she said to Ward and Thomas.

An hour later Skye was ready to call it quits. What she thought would be fun and exciting turned out to be draining and painful. Ward, for the most part, had the most control over his abilities. He able to create and dissipate fire at his will as well as cover his entire body with it. He could also choose to contort the fire into either balls or streams. Skye simply left him to his own devices and turned her focus to the middle Ward.

Thomas's wind power seem to only appear during times of heightened distress or fear. So Skye had to scare Thomas in order for his power to appear. And when it did she found herself being thrown against the wall more than once. While Thomas apologized profusely for his actions, Skye could see Rose laughing over his shoulder.

Her body aching, Skye decided to call it a day. She watched Rose wave a quick goodbye to Lincoln before grabbing Grant and pulling him out of the room. The ex-agent didn't do anything except follow her lead out of the room leaving her alone with Thomas. She hadn't had much contact with the Ward siblings but Thomas seemed to be the friendliest of the three.

"Thanks again for doing this Agent Skye," he said kindly.

Skye took a large sip from her water bottle and then smiled. "Please Thomas, call me Skye."

"Thanks for your help Skye."

"There's no need to thank me Thomas I'm just doing my job."

Thomas smiled and turned to leave when a hand on his arm stopped him.

"Does your sister seriously hate me?" Skye asked with a groan.

"She doesn't hate you," chuckled Thomas, shaking his head.

Skye scoffed. "Really because first, she refused my help with her training and then she repeatedly laughed every time you threw me into the wall."

Thomas winced. "I said I was sorry for that right."

"Yeah, it's totally fine," waved Skye completely forgiving. "But back to Rose. You honestly thinks she doesn't hate me."

At first Thomas didn't respond, instead going to the door and shutting it before returning to Skye. He wanted to speak to Skye without anyone else listening in or interrupting them. "Something you have to understand about Rose is that she is fiercely protective," he began with a soft smile. "How much do you know about our family."

"That your parents weren't around much and your older brother was a dick."

"More like a sadist dick but a dick none the less. And our parents, they should have never been allowed to have one child let alone four but that's a story for another day," he said, shaking his head. "After our Aunt Lily took us in we made a pact that we would never let anyone hurt us again and Rose took that pact seriously. This one time, when I was in tenth grade, there was this guy named Shane who hated me. Why, I don't know but I never let it bother me because he was the all bark and no bite type of bully. At least until one day I said something he didn't like so he hit me. But, before I could retaliate Rose pushed past me and swung her backpack into Shane's stomach. She continued hitting him until he's on the ground and then proceeded to tell him that nobody hits her brother. I should have been embarrassed but I wasn't because I knew that I would always have somebody watching my back.

He paused for a moment, relieving the memory with a smile before he spoke again. "Rose is sweet, caring, kind, and loyal to a fault. Once she deems you worthy of her trust there is nothing she won't do for you. You and Rose may have gotten off on the wrong foot but that doesn't mean you will never be friends."

"I don't see that happening anytime soon," scoffed Skye bitterly. "She thinks I'm a bitch remember."

Thomas winced again. "She only thinks that because of what you said to Grant," he explained. "No matter what he's done he's still her big brother. The one who comforted her when she was sick and let her sleep in his bed when she had nightmares. He protected her and now she feels that it's her turn to protect him."

She took a moment to digest everything Thomas was saying and found herself sighing. "I guess I don't really know Ward the way you two do, I never did."

"You're not alone Skye. Rose and I, we know Grant as the brother who protected us and we know the Grant that betrayed you but right now, we're learning about the man Grant wants to be. I'm not saying you have to forgive him but maybe...maybe you could try to understand him," he said, his words full of hope. Thomas didn't wait for her to say anything, turning and leaving the room before she could.

Skye stood there and watched Thomas leave, his words replaying over in her mind. She still didn't want to believe that Ward deserved her forgiveness but after all he had been through with his family and John could she at least grant him understanding.

"You have to stop being mean to Skye," was the first thing Grant said to Rose as they entered her room. Rose went to her collection of DVDs while Grant leaned against the desk.

"I don't know what you mean," replied Rose, shrugging casually as she stood up.

"You know what I mean Rose," said Grant, sighing. "Skye's doing her job and trying to help us."

"What if I don't want her help?"

"You need help controlling your powers and Skye can help with that."

"So what?" glowered Rose. "You're saying I should be friends with the woman who shot you four times in the back and left you for dead."

Grant sighed again and rubbed his hands over his face. "I knew I should have never told you that," he mumbled into his hands.

Rose rolled her eyes. "You really didn't have choice," she stated displeased. "Especially not after I had to calm you down when you were having a nightmare."

"I know you dislike Skye because of what she did but I'm alive. You, me, and Thomas are here, together, and that's all I ever wanted. And that's how it will be once these six months are up so if you could please, lay off Skye I would greatly appreciate it."

"Are you still in love with her?" she asked all of the sudden.

The question came out nowhere leaving Grant struggling for an answer. "Rose,"

Rolling her eyes, Rose sighed. "Just answer the question, honestly."

He took a moment, released a deep breath, and spoke. "Honestly, I do – still have feelings for her and I'm not sure if it's love anymore but I know that it could be," he said candidly. "But for Skye to love me back she would have to love all of me, my past included, and I don't know if she could do that."

"We've all done things we aren't proud of."

"I've killed people."

"Doesn't mean you're not a good person Grant."

He could only sigh. "Maybe."

Rose threw her arms around her brother and held him close. "There's no maybe about it," she replied smiling. "You are a good person and if Skye can't see it then so be it. Any woman would be lucky to have you. In fact I know a few women I would love to set you up with once we're back in LA."

Chuckling softly he smiled. "Let's work on one thing at a time, alright."

"Alright but I will make it my life's mission to find you a wife. I want nieces and nephews to spoil. The sooner the better."

"I-"

"Come on," she grinned, grabbing a DVD. "We have a few hours to kill before your therapy appointment. We can watch a movie."

Once again Grant found himself being pulled out of a room, Rose at the helm. "Anything you want Rosie."

One week later Grant was coming out of the kitchen, on his way back to his room, when he heard someone call his name. He turned around just in time to see a fist coming towards him and hitting him directly in the face.

"Hey asshole."

Holding his now aching chin he turned to find Agent Bobbi Morse standing in front of him, arms crossed and frowning angrily.

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