Author's Note: So remember when I posted a new chapter of this story and said more would be posted soon. Yeah, turns out I'm not as prompt as I thought I was. Honestly I hadn't realized that I hadn't posted another chapter like I promised. When I did realize I spent the past week working hard to get this chapter finished. I even typed while I was at work. Good thing I work in an office where i spend most of my time typing on the computer. I won't promise that the next chapter will be up soon but do know that I am working on it and more than likely it will be the last. I know, sad right. I want to thank everyone who has read this story and patiently waited for me to upload another chapter. I love you all so much.

This chapter has not been beta'd so all mistakes are my own. Sorry. Also dedicating this chapter to bbmb who sent me a thoughtful message regarding this story. Thanks checking up on me :-)

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Race Against Time

Summary: Her world is ruled by chaos and war. The only way to fix what's broken is to go back in time and stop the event that created her heinous future. She's gonna need the help of her parents but it's kinda hard when her father is SHIELD's most wanted criminal and her mother works for the organization tasked with locking him away. She'll do whatever it takes to succeed as long as she doesn't accidentally erasing herself from the timeline first.

Chapter Twenty-Five

"We need to move him now," yelled Jemma as she stared down at the un-moving man surrounded by a green light.

"We can't," Elizabeth said sadly, shaking her head. "One a body has been immobilized it can't be moved. His body is too heavy to lift."

"Then we have to remove the device," stated Fitz.

"And hope he doesn't bleed out by the time we get to the med bay," Jemma added softly.

Every watched anxiously as Fitz grabbed the device from Grant's body and the light fade away. Almost immediately, blood began once more to pour from Grant's wound as the injured man struggled to breath. The team didn't waste a second grabbing whatever pat they could and racing down the hall to the med bay. Once inside the room Jemma flew into action, yelling out commands and putting everyone to work.

"I can't do this on my own," Jemma said, slipping gloves onto her hands. "I'm going to need help. Listen carefully and do exactly what I say," she said as she began to work. "Skye I need to get the bullet out but I can't see it. Can you-"

Jemma didn't have to finish as Skye nodded her head, raising her hand to focus on the vibrations of Grant's body. Once she felt it, she slowly raised her hand and ejected the bullet out. After she finished she could only watch as Jemma worked frantically to save the life of the man she loved. A hand suddenly slipped into hers and she didn't have to turn to know it belonged to her daughter.

"He's going to be okay," Skye replied, wiping her eyes.

"He wasn't the first time," she replied, voice quivering. This wasn't supposed to happen. She came back to change things but she only made them worse. "I did this."

"This isn't your fault."

"I ruined everything," Elizabeth cried, shaking her violently. Of course, her mother would try to comfort her but it didn't change anything. Her father was dying because of her. "I thought I was doing the right thing by coming back but it turns out I wasn't. I-"

Suddenly Skye turned and grabbed her daughter by the arms, holding her tightly. "Don't say that," Skye hissed her gaze steadfast on her daughter's eyes. "Don't you dare say that."

"It's true."

"No," answered Skye, shaking her head. "It's not. You are so much stronger and braver than you give yourself credit for. You, my amazing daughter, are the reason that the man that brought your world so much pain and death is gone. You did that. Your actions saved the lives of millions of people," she replied adoringly.

"But none of that matters if the one person I wanted to save more than anything dies," countered Elizabeth as fresh tears began to fall from her eyes.

"Elizabeth." Whatever Skye was about to say fell from her lips as an all too familiar sound filled the room. Grant was flat lining. She turned to see Jemma frantically grab the paddles from the defibrillator and place them against Grant's chest. She ran into the room, watching in horror as the line on the monitor stayed straight.

Jemma continued, working vigorously to save the ex-agent but it wasn't enough. Dejectedly, she placed the paddles down and slowly turned towards her team, tears streaming down her face. She didn't have to say anything for them to understand.

Suddenly it felt as if someone sucked all the air out of the room. After everything they had gone through, this was how it all ended. Skye realized that not only was she losing the man she loved but also her daughter would cease to exist and she was powerless to stop it. Skye, so caught up in her own heartache, failed to notice that her daughter was no longer beside her. Her daughter, who was now standing next to Grant, hands on his still chest.

"Elizabeth" cried Skye as she took a step towards her daughter but stopped instantly when the young woman shook her head. "What are you doing?"

"Fixing it the only way I know how. I can bring him back."

"What? How?" Skye asked disbelievingly

Elizabeth gave her mother a watery smile. "By using my true gift," she replied. "My powers are a steady flow of give and take."

"What do you mean?" asked Skye confused by her daughter's statement.

"I have the ability to harness the powers of others for infinite amount of time until I choose not to."

Skye nodded. "I know that."

"But I can also share my life essence with others. If I use my power on dad I can bring him back."

"Just like that."

Elizabeth nodded. "Yes."

Her tone, the way she answered the question, immediately set Skye on edge. She took a step closer and zeroed in on her daughter's face, especially her eyes. "No, you're lying," Skye said, shaking her head. "There's something you're not telling me."

Elizabeth nodded again as a soft chuckle escaped her lips. "You never let me get away with anything," she said with a slight smile. "I missed that about you. And you're right. Doing this, bringing him back is going to take everything I have."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Yes."

"Then I forbid it," hissed Skye, taking a step forward. "I won't let you do this to yourself."

"It's the only way."

"Killing yourself is not the way."

"It's not killing myself if I'm already dying," the young woman laughed bitterly. "Or did you forget?"

"No I-"

However, Elizabeth interjected before her mother could continue. "I can feel the virus moving inside of me, weakening me, and I know it won't be long before I succumb to the illness," she stated with a small smile. "I have just enough power to bring him back and that's what I'm going to do. I need to do this."

"And what happens if you do. How do you think your father is going to feel when he finds out that his daughter sacrificed her life so that he could live?" Skye questioned.

This time the laugh that slipped was lighter in tone. "Oh he's gonna be pissed," Elizabeth replied. "And maybe even a little guilty but at least he'll be alive. I know you don't want me to do this and that's okay but it doesn't change the fact that I need him. Without him there's not me."

"There's has to be another way."

"There's not, you know there isn't. I have to do this."

"Elizabeth-"

"No mom," Elizabeth shouted, turning to face her mother. She walked towards her, grabbed both hands and placed them in her own. She had expected resistance from her mother but nothing she said would deter her from what she was about to too. She simply wanted her to understand the sacrifice she was about to make for the sake of her family. Elizabeth didn't want her last moments with her mother to be in anger. "I know the thought of losing me hurts but you're not losing me completely because pretty soon you'll be holding me in your arms again."

"But she won't be you."

"No, she won't be and I'm okay with that. Because I know she will be loved," Elizabeth replied with a bright smile. "She will have two parents who love her dearly," she said as she looked at down at her father. Her gaze then shifted to May and Coulson who were standing next to each other as she spoke once more. "Grandparents who will spoil her rotten."

"You bet I will," Coulson laughed as more tears streamed down his face while May simply nodded in agreement.

"And a slew of aunts and uncles who will also be there when she needs them," she said to the rest of the team. "I can let go knowing that she will have a life that I always dreamed of. One without death and destruction but love and peace." Elizabeth squeezed her mother's hands tighter. "Please."

Skye wanted to continue fighting. To try to make her daughter believe that there could be another way but in the end, she could feel the last ounce of resistance fading away. "Okay," Skye finally responded with a nod of her head. "Do it."

Elizabeth cried as she threw her arms around her mother and held her close. "Thank you," she whispered in Skye's ear as they continued holding each other, tears streaming down both of their faces. Slowly they pulled apart and Skye kissed her daughter's forehead before taking a step back. "I love you."

"I love you too," whispered Skye, her voice quivering as she said it.

With one final look around the room, Elizabeth made her way over to her father and gently laid her hands on his chest. Closing her eyes, she focused every ounce of energy she had until she could her power coursing through her veins. Suddenly her hands began to glow, a white light surrounding them as she pressed her hands even harder against Grant's chest.

She knew her powers were working the moment her hands began to tremble. Her heart began beating frantically in her chest as her forehead started to sweat. The sudden feeling of wetness on her upper lip alerted her that her nose had begun to bleed but she didn't stop. She wouldn't stop until her dad was alive. Elizabeth released a painful gasp as her legs began to shake. She could feel herself about to fall to the floor when suddenly she felt arms wrap around waist, keeping her upright.

"No matter what I'm not letting go," Skye replied as she held her daughter tighter.

"Thank you mom," Elizabeth smiled weakly as she once again focused all her energy on healing her father. The pain intensified, spreading throughout her entire as if fire was in her veins. But she continued to push, refusing to give up. The future she wanted depended on her not giving up. Sweat poured down her face, blood dripped from her nose, and her body ached. She could feel the end nearing so she opened her eyes, wanting to see her father once last time. With one final burst of energy, she watched happily, as Grant's eyes flew open and he inhaled deeply.

"I did it," Elizabeth cried happily, as her vision blurred. "I love you both so much," was all she managed to say, as darkness overtook her, never hearing her father cry out her name.

Skye held her fallen daughter in her arms, sobbing quietly as she rocked her back and forth.

Grant slowly pulled himself up and immediately felt a brush of cool air against his skin. He looked down to see the top half of his body covered in blood that had not yet dried. His mind raced as he tried to remember what exactly happened. Why he was in the med bay and his body covered in blood. As he pushed himself even further he heard a faint cry. It was then that he realized he wasn't alone in the room. He turned to see Skye on the floor cradling the body of their very still daughter. Grant didn't waste any time, slowly climbing out of the bed and crawling next to Skye who had finally looked up at him, eyes filled with tears. His heart began to beat uncontrollably in chest. Tentatively he reached out his hand and placed it on top of Elizabeth's. "Skye what-"

"She's gone," was all Skye said as she pulled Elizabeth's body even closer.

His heart began to beat fast as his mind flooded with confusion. "What do you mean she's gone?" he asked, shaking his head. Without thinking, he wrapped his fingers around the hand his was holding in search of a pulse. When he didn't find one he moved from her wrist to her neck, desperately searching for a heartbeat but just like before he didn't feel anything. "How can she...what happened?" When she didn't respond he reached out and touched her shoulder. "Skye," he called her name again.

"Elizabeth she...she brought you back."

"I don't understand."

But Skye didn't say anything else, her cries of grief growing louder as they filled the room.

Grant looked around the room to see the rest of team crying as well, even May who usually remained stoic and unemotional. It made him even more confused than before. "Can someone please tell me what happened?" he pleaded, his voice trembling in fear. "Did Dr. Jones do this?" His question was met with silence. Not getting a response upset him even further as the agent made an attempt to stand.

Coulson rushed to his aide, offering a hand, which was promptly ignored by Grant.

"I don't need your help," Grant growled as he leaned against the bed and pull himself up. "Where is he?"

"Grant why don't we-"

"Where the hell is the man that murdered my daughter?" Grant yelled angrily at Coulson.

Coulson remained calmed. "What do you remember?" he asked the ex-agent.

"Not much," Grant admitted sullenly. "I remember Skye calling me and telling me that our daughter was in danger. Dr. Jones…he wanted to come, even had a plane ready. It's fuzzy after that," he finished with a hiss. "Now, are you going to tell me what happened to my daughter?"

"I think it would be best if we discuss this in my office."

"I'm not leaving!" yelled Grant as he took a menacing step forward, hands balled into fist at his side. "Not until you tell me the truth."

Coulson held up his hands and gave Grant a nod. "Okay," he replied softly in compliance. "The truth is that Dr. Jones was not the man he pretended to be."

"What does that mean?"

"A long time ago I worked with an agent, she was gifted and she used her gift to help people. Her name was Priscilla and she died on a mission, gave her life to save her team. I was the one who delivered the news to her parents. They had no idea that she was an agent for S.H.I.E.L.D because she kept it a secret from them. Her father blamed me for her death." Coulson paused for a brief moment before he continued. "Dr. Jones was her father."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"He wanted revenge for Priscilla's death so he used you to get it. He had a gift as well, mind manipulation which is what he did to you. He wanted you to kill Skye in front of me."

"Why?"

"Because he wanted me to know what it felt like to lose a daughter," answered Coulson as he looked down at Skye and gave her a watery smile. "But you couldn't do it. You were fighting his control so he decided to do it himself."

"And Elizabeth was caught in the crossfire," stated Grant.

"No," Skye said, looking up at him. "You were." Before Grant could replied Skye continued. "He shot you Grant and you died."

Once again, he stared at Skye with a look of confusion on his face. "If I died then how am I now alive?" he asked perplexed.

"You're alive because Elizabeth saved you," answered Skye. Her body began to ache from the position that she was currently in but she refused to let go of her daughter just yet. Instead, she ran her fingers through Elizabeth's dark brown hair. "Our daughter transferred what little life essence she had left and gave it to you so that you could live."

Grant couldn't breathe. It felt like a hand was inside his chest and squeezing his heart. His feet planted firmly on the ground as he looked down at the heart broken woman he loved. 'She gave up her life for you' played on a continuous loop inside his head.

"Why?" Grant panted his breathing uneven and shaky as his body began to tremble. He tried to fight against the tears that were threatening to escape from his eyes but he couldn't. "Why would she-"

Skye tilted her head and gave him a heartbreaking smile. "Because she loved you."

No one knew what to expect. They watched as the ex-agent closed his eyes and curled his hands tightly into fist as he Coulson turned his head slightly and locked eyes with May. She didn't say anything in response, instead nodding her head once. As Coulson slowly began to step back, May began to move forward.

Suddenly a piercing cry filled the room. Before anyone could move, Grant grabbed a nearby chair and threw it against the glass medicine cabinet. While everyone was startled by the loud crash, Grant made his way to the door. However, a quick hand on his wrist kept him in place. He didn't need to turn around to know who the grip belonged to.

"I don't want to hurt you," he hissed angrily as he kept his eyes trained on the exit. "But I will if you don't let me go."

"We both know I can't do that," May replied, her voice calm and eerily steady.

Grant released a maniacal chuckle. "You refusing to let me go is all the proof I need that he's still alive."

"He is but I promise you he will pay for what's he's done," Coulson said only to have Grant shake his head.

"Oh he'll pay alright," hissed Grant as he turned and grabbed May's wrist with the intention of pushing her away from him.

Unfortunately, May was prepared and with a well-time kick, she swept Grant's legs from underneath causing the man to fall on his back. Before he had a chance to move she jumped on top of him, jabbing the needle that she had been hiding into the side of his neck. She continued holding him in place while he tried his best to fight drugs flooding his system until his eyes shut and his body stilled.

"Thank-you May."

She turned and gave Skye a forlorn smile. "You're welcome."

When Grant opened his eyes again the room was dark. He could no longer feel the stickiness of drying blood on his body nor could he feel the cool air against it. There was someone sitting next to him, fingers laced together with his own. All too quickly the memories of earlier raced through his mind. "It wasn't a dream was it," Grant whispered despondently as he turned his head to face Skye.

Dejectedly, Skye shook her head. "No," she replied timidly. "It wasn't."

He turned his head away from and stared at the ceiling. So many emotions swirled through him. Filled with so much rage and anger, he wanted nothing more than to find the man responsible and make him pay with his life but it was too late for that. Grant had no idea how long he remained unconscious but he was adamant that Coulson removed Dr. Jones from the bus as soon as he could.

All too soon, the anger and rage subsided leaving Grant with an overwhelming feeling of guilt. His daughter's death was partially his fault that much he knew to be true. After all, she had gave her life to save him. He wanted to yell at Skye. Scream that she should have tried harder to change their daughter's mind but deep down he knew the truth. Elizabeth was stubborn, a trait she definitely inherited from her mother and would have let nothing stand in her way to achieve her goal. That much he knew. He also knew that there wasn't anything he could do to change the outcome of the situation. So instead, he cried. He cried for the loss of his daughter and the fact that he didn't even get the chance to say goodbye.

Skye wasted no time, climbing into the bed next to him and laying his head against her chest. "It's okay Grant," she whispered as she too began to cry. "It's going to be okay."

Grant listened to her words of reassurance but it didn't stop the tears nor the heartache and he doubted anything would.

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