I should let you know the first 3 chapters originally belonged to my twin sister who started this story in 2013 but left it discontinued and she would talk of what she planed to do with this book but didn't ... so i begged and begged to continue it in my own way and only a couple of months ago she gave permission to start with her chapters first.

when she let me read the story for the first time it left plot bunnies that kept multiplying and wouldn't leave me alone and so i have to put it down on paper (you know what i mean..right?).

i should warn you after chapter 3 the writing style had changed and she refused to beta it for me. The trouble for me is that I'm more of a factual writer so after chaper 3 there are less deatils. which I'm sorry for.. but i have spent weeks going over.

i also Im mildly dyslexic and Autism so please no hate.

AND ON A FINAL NOTE my twin has an account as AgxntMxy

Also i do not own agents of shield or any other Tv show related items or copyright, but i own only the Story line

Leo POV

Tick

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

The constant unchanging sound of my clock, every passing second of every passing minute.

Tick

Tock.

I couldn't help the stream of tears that escaped my eyes, the pain of hurt that was locked inside my chest. When had this started, oh right, months ago. Ever since the asguardian staff was involved. It unlocked what Ward didn't have the guts to say about me, it was respect and calm that stopped him.

"Are you gonna' take them on? Keep us safe? Or am I gonna' have to save Simmons' ass...again."

I knew internally he didn't really mean it but the way he was so close to me, looking down at me as if I was bug, it brought up memories of my childhood, the shadows of bully's that would push me around during and after schools. Some occasionally breaking my nose which I lied about to my parents. That brought up a pang in my chest. Mom and dad. They had been killed just before I started at the academy in a car accident. That was before I even friends with Simmons.

Simmons.

The way she began to at me after that. Pity. Weak. Sadness. It was deeper. I would have thought of all people she would understand what my reactions was. I didn't notice it at first, the less looks she gave me but more to Ward. I got focused more on my work and data so it took a few weeks when she started to spend less time in my presence but more with Coulson and May and Ward. That had been fine, back then. But now... I felt lost. Discarded. She hardly tolerated my presences, accidentally letting slip I was taking up her workspace.

That had been two weeks ago. I never mentioned this to Coulson, not that it would make a difference. I began putting my personal things back into my bunk, my tools I used away immediately so Simmons wouldn't get narky. I kept to myself and did most of my work at night now, having less sleep since I had to get up at seven as an act to Ward, Coulson and May, though I doubted any of them really knew what I was up to or even notice what was going on.

Skye was a good friend. I knew that when I met her even when there was the Miles incident when I doubted her loyalty, I saw her regret but now I could still see in some if their eyes they didn't trust her as much as I did now. I began to look closely at Skye's behaviours too. She seemed distant too but I wasn't sure how distant so I could talk properly to her. Her training with Ward had also grown less so I saw her sneak out at night to train. I didn't ask to see how she was doing. I knew if I wanted a shoulder to cry on, hers would be the one, she understood.

Coulson wouldn't. Since I began to sleep in a little more each day, he noticed that the yawning and the small mistakes I out when misreading something. I thought he wouldn't do anything until I saw a taller, more handsome young man with Grey eyes and sandy blond hair and the body of a rock walk onto the bus. Something that would out me to shame. He had said he would help as an assistant, I knew Coulson generally thought I needed the support so I could sleep in more, and not stay up so late. I felt briefly touched Coulson was helping me but the way he did cut that off.

More eye candy for Simmons. I saw Skye eye him a few times but there was a calculating look in her eye I didn't get.

The man was called Agent Bruce Lines; he was a level 6 engineer which came clear he hated me with a passion when I asked him to pass the screwdriver. Spending time with Simmons a lot more than Ward had. She never looked my way when I entered the room, the smiles she had for me back in the day was all for him.

That was when I realised I wasn't a person to her anymore, just a monkey. The one she never wanted. The tiny scruffy nerdy boy she knew for nine years. We had become FitzSimmons, but now it was only Fitz, and that wasn't part of the name anymore. I had faded out like an old memory of an ex she never thought of, discarded like a childhood toy, a dusty photo on the mantel in the spare room. A ghost.

I chuckled grimly. A ghost. That's what I felt like. Not that I was a ghost, it felt like I was haunted by the lost possibilities of hope and dreams. I had my eyes for her, I hoped our friendship developed into something more, I knew once she had thought that once but not anymore.

I sometimes felt like I should fall asleep and never wake up, to be at a form of peace but I knew I would never take my own life. I didn't know if my death would be significant but I thought of Skye and Coulson and my mum, it wouldn't be me that would hurt, no, it would hurt them more than me. I knew if I did die then I would be with my parents, at least but that wasn't enough. I cared for people more than me.

Since Agent Lines had been taking my place, my field work was pretty much non-existent. He knew how to fight, build guns, and create awesome toys he let the others use on site. I found bunk was turning into my lab space I didn't have. I created a few new inventions and gadgets and blue prints for new ones. One in particularly, I was in the midst of building it, it wasn't compete, that was half the reason I was up to twelve at night, it was a drive until it completed and tested it till it worked. I called it Dreamscape.

So far it was needing a power source, I knew where to get one which didn't need to be changed or topped up, it would sustain itself. I knew the mixture would involving mixing chemicals and refining it into a solid metallic substance. I wiped my face, checking the mirror so I didn't look weird before creeping out my bunk.

I felt like a naught child, sneaking out to raid the fridge while their parents were asleep upstairs. The lab doors opened automatically as I came closer to it, wincing internally as they made a noise. Being as quiet as a mouse, I pulled out a few trays, pulling them up to get a good look at what they were. I felt like cheering, at the back was the tiny bottle of gravatonium, I didn't know why we still had it but now it had a proper use. I put that on the side and fished out two hydroxides and a phial of liquid mercury.

I set up my equipment and poured the small dosage gravatonium that floated a few millimetres from the bottom of the test tube. I mixed the hydroxides a together and added a small drop of mercury, it hissed and became a silver liquid. This was it, I poured the new mixture into the test tube and watched as the while liquid bubbled and frothed, taking ten minutes till it became more of a solid structure. I grasped the casing for the power core and poured it into the glass phial that rested inside, sealing it quickly and it became solid. The gravatonium solidifying because of the mercury and the chemicals but would give out energy signals instead of gravity fields.

It would be my best works and this time it was just me doing it. No other person involved but this particular creation I just wanted to keep to myself. I slipped the box into my pocket. I knew there was something else I was going to create, but I was sure it would wait till tomorrow.

I couldn't help myself, I cleared up and sneaked back into my bunk, flicking on my light and pulled out my large lap desk and blue prints. It was an advanced chemical electron mix that would put the brain in to a deep sleep and with the power source complete which in affect bring you in to your dreams fully aware and to be able to control yourself. However I was having trouble on how to put someone to sleep. Do I make a helmet with a big antenna…..man I must be tired if I'm coming up with that! I laugh slightly and amusement at that thought.

I flicked on my laptop and began to bring up simulations but there was a knock at the bunk door. I felt my insides turn to ice, dread in my chest and I felt the blood leave my face. In a flash I covered my research with my blanket and pulled my bunk door open a crack.

Relief was next.

Skye.

"Hey" she croaked, the night getting to her. "Are you alright?"

I nodded putting a fake smile on. "Can't sleep but I'm good, just doing a bit of research." I said, hoping she wouldn't go into it.

"Can I sit down, I couldn't sleep either." The expression on her face was hard to resist.

"Let me clear up." I pulled back the blanket and tossed the papers into a box. Keeping my laptop out.

"I don't remember your bunk being this crowded." Skye commented, taking a seat behind me at the pillows.

"Simmons doesn't like it if I leave a mess." I answered bringing up the simulation again. There was a few minute pauses as I reconstructed a formula quantity again, this time making a few dedications but the simulation failed.

"I'm sorry."

I jumped hitting the wrong key. I looked to her. "For what?" I meant it, what did she need to apologise for? She had done nothing to hurt me.

"For not being there for you when Simmons left you." The way she said it, it as if we had been dating and just dumped me.

"It doesn't matter, I'm glad you take notice of my existence then the others." I shrugged playing it cool.

"You're my friend, Fitz. I can see what Simmons has been doing now and I don't like it."

"Simmons is Simmons, she can do what she likes." I punched in the simulation again only to come up with a fail. There must be something I wasn't doing right.

"How long were your friends?" I could feel her interrogation side coming out. I folded down my laptop and threw it onto the small over crowed shelf. I sighed.

"Nine years." I admitted, misery making its way up again. I leant against the side and hung my head.

"And she's just thrown that away as if it was junk, how long have you known me? Almost a year, I'm sticking to your side now."

I closed the bunk door with my foot focusing on the handle of it. I felt a flutter in my chest. Gratitude.

"She's hurt you. Abandoned you for Agent Rock-body who clearly hates you. Wards no longer training me. I saw you sneak out a couple of times to do your work. I'm even considering asking Agent May to train me." I looked at her in surprise. May? That would be that last person to talk to "I know. Things had changed as well as people so what are going to do about it?"

Her brown eyes was watching me like a hawk, assessing me.

"I no reason to stay on this bus, Coulson's practically replaced me, Ward and Lines don't talk to me Simmons ignores me and May is May." I ranted, my hand curling into fits, I was right, why did I stay? No one wanted me here so why live up to expectations when they don't want me around? I knew Lines enjoyed my discomfort but his whole towering frame would distort my feeble body, I couldn't go against him.

"Then leave." She whispered, hearing back against the wall.

"What about you?" My concern over her happiness and welfare sprang up into mind. Skye shrugged, bringing her knees to her chin.

"I guess I have to stay here. Coulson is the one responsible for me so he gives the green on whether I can leave or not. If I do leave then I spend a few days getting debriefed and all my electronic wiped and the restrictions of my internet increased." She growled but I saw her fighting a yawn.

"Let's talk again in the morning." I asked, she nodded getting up wearily, I opened the door which she paused at.

"I want to hear about what you're doing too. I won't tell and I'm kinda curious on what you've been doing." And with that she disappeared, I stared after her.

I knew I could trust her, I had the gut feeling. If she was going to help me, then I wanted to return that favour. I made a note and stuck it on my laptop before burring us myself under the covers and fell into a peaceful sleep, a smile on my face which I haven't had in a while.

there we go. the first chapter. let me know what you think so i can pass on the good word to my sis on how great she is. a review wold be good too.

thanks for reading ...