In the Event...
Chapter 7
After putting Daisy into the bed, Grant re donned his clothing and went out onto the porch. Leaning against the railing, he looked out over the lake and sighed to himself. He was so in thought that he didn't notice when it was that he had started to click his fingers over and over again causing his flames to start and stop. Grant stood more to attention when he noticed Jemma and Lincoln coming back up to the cabin.
"I'm just going to check on Daisy and get a new blood sample." Jemma said as she slipped into the cabin.
"That's quite the interesting nervous tick you have there. Do you find it helps?" Lincoln asked as he came to stop next to Grant at the railing. Grant just shook his head, still looking out at the lake. "So as I mentioned before I would be willing to help you with the last of your transitioning. Is that something that might interest you?" This time Grant nodded, but again had nothing to say. It was nice in a way to have someone in with S.H.I.E.L.D. other then Kara that didn't want him dead.
"So you and Kara." It was more of a statement then a question but Lincoln could not help smiling.
"Ya she told me a lot about you and everything that you were able to help her with. Kara still looks up to you and if even half of the things that she has said about you are true then it's a real shame that things went so south between you and the others, because there are times when we could really use a guy like you." Grant snapped his gaze over to the younger man to see if he was like all of the others and just wanted to use him.
"A guy like me?" Grant was looking for clarification on what Lincoln meant by that.
"Ya with your skills as a Specialist you would already be a force to be reckoned with but now with your gifts as well." Lincoln just shook his head in amazement. "But more I think it has to do with the way you guys think. I mean I have seen both Kara and Daisy in a fight but if your anything like Bobbie Morose," again the head shake of amazement. "Have you ever herd that woman profile a person? Scary. The way that you are trained to see the connections that the rest of us don't. Not to mention the things you know about Hydra. I mean get Daisy hacking and Coulson tracking and Hunter and Bobbie fallowing and eventually with Kara's help they can figure out what Hydra will do next but with you we would also know the why of what they are doing. And as all the good CSI shows say, motive is everything." Grant chuckled at this. The kid had a point.
"Ya well wish all you want, that things were better between myself and the team but that is not going to change anything. I've done far too many things for them to ever trust me enough to let me back in. Not even sure if I would want to go back even if they were to offer it to me." Grant turned to look back out at the lake. As he had said to the team when they had gone to save Lincoln and Mike from the Arctic Hydra base it was his actions that had broken the team and no amount of his apologizing was going to change how they all felt about him.
"I don't know about that. After all, if they didn't trust you at all then why did they go threw all the effort to find you so that they could tell you about Daisy's Ghost Wind." Before Grant could say anything in response to this Jemma stepped out of the cabin.
"I'll need to get these samples back to the base so that I can compare them to her previous samples but from what I can tell being with you has certainly helped. She seams to be resting peacefully for now. But make sure that any… personal activities, are done with in the cabin. I'm not sure if you were aware of some of the tremor Daisy was giving off but we were able to get readings while on the jet. When I checked the logs inside the cabin they were still three times larger inside then what we were feeling outside. Because of this I have to ask if you are feeling any affects from Daisy's gifts?" Jemma had gone into doctor mode and so was able to compartmentalize her feelings for Grant. It was the only way that he could explain why it was that she was being so nice to him at the moment.
"I feel fine. Nothing broken or bruised yet but just wait for Daisy to come back to herself some more and you never know." Grant tried to lighten the mood but could see that Jemma was not going to except his attempts at humour any time soon.
"So we are going to head out for the evening but we should be back again tomorrow and I will bring the transitioner with me so that we can get you sorted during one of Daisy's down times. Our nightly replacements should be hear in a half hour so if you need any help just call out to them. Hear is a coms unit with the channel that they will be on." Lincoln smiled and handed over the communication device. Then he pat Grant on the shoulder before he walked away, leaving Jemma and Grant alone for the moment.
"I may not like it but I do want to thank you for coming and helping Daisy. I don't know why she never thought to change her 7A form but I guess on some level she knows that you would never hurt her or take advantage of her during all of this. Just know that if you do anything to hurt her then I will make sure that this time the splinter bomb doesn't miss." Grant just nodded in understanding before he turned to walk back into the cabin. In a way he supposed that could have gone a lot worse then it did.
To say that Coulson was less then happy to hear of the recent development that Grant was now an inhuman would have been an understatement. This revelation would in essence change how it was that he and the rest of S.H.I.E.L.D. could treat Grant Ward. Under the new regulations involving Inhuman's they would be unable to prosecute Grant for any past crimes that he had committed and unless he committed any crimes with his gifts or otherwise, they would be legally incapable if holding him once he was done helping Daisy with her Ghost Wind.
Agent May had actually ranted at him when he had told her about Grants change, saying that a man with his skill set was a danger to others and for the safety of all they should put him away on precedent. It was clear to see that she had not, nor ever would forget, let alone forgive anything that Grant had done against them. Coulson could understand where it was that she was coming from as he had felt the same way when he had found out that John Garett had also been Hydra but seeing that the man was now dead and gone and Grant had done nothing to them or to draw attention to himself in almost the last year, Coulson felt that he could at least forget about the other man. It was better for his mental health if he did.
With Grant being an inhuman and with the fact that he was helping Daisy during this time, Coulson had his doubts that Daisy would let him leave once this was all over. Maybe Coulson should look into finishing the new base that he had in mind for Daisy and the rest of the Inhuman's. It would give them the autonomy of having their own facility that would cater to the specific needs of transitioning Inhuman's and would give them a place to train that would not cause damage to the rest of the Playground. He had also designed the base with its own medical labs and housing units. Many of the Inhuman's that they had helped over the last year had ended up in protective placement as they had not had anywhere to go after they had changed. Having many of the displaced in the same base residence would also mean that S.H.I.E.L.D. would also have a much easier time of keeping an eye on them. Daisy had even suggested that they call the base The Cocoon, as it would go along with the joke of calling Inhuman's caterpillars.
"Sir I have the latest results from Daisy's blood work and from the changes that I can see I can say for certain that we have evaded any of the serious long term mentally damaging affects." Jemma informed Coulson as she entered his office.
"And how was he. Did Ward tell you anything about what he had been up to this last year or what the extent of his gift is?"
"No Sir. After he got over the sock of being called to help out Daisy and not Kara as he had assumed he would be helping out, he actually had very little to say other then that his change happened some seven months ago. If I had to make a medical observation, then I would almost say that he has become even more with drawn then he was when he first joined our team. He did try to make a joke just before we were relived for the evening but it was not a very good one." Jemma had been unsure what to think of Grants behaviors as it was very sedate from what she had observed in the past. "Lincoln has also stated that he will be taking the portable transition-er with him when we return in the morning so that he can help Ward with the last of his change. Perhaps at that time we will get a better reading as to just how powerful Ward has become."
"And was there any incidences with Daisy's tremors while she and Ward were indisposed?"
"No major incidence Sir, at least nothing that Ward wanted to mention to us. There was still seismic activity but nothing that the cabin didn't help to alleviate. None of the surrounding area would have been affected at all, except for maybe scaring any fish that were in the lake."
"Good thing then that the lake is empty. Banner dug it out for swimming and punched a tunnel down to the underground river below the cabin but it is a bit to cold for fish." Jemma nodded at this observation and after leaving Coulson with her written report of the last 24 hours she left to get dinner and then bed so that she would be ready for the next days trip out to the cabin.
Grant went threw the effort of making food for Daisy and himself while she slept after Jemma and Lincoln had left. Looking threw the open door to the bed room that he and Daisy were sharing, he took the time to admire the changes that her physical form had undergone with the continued S.H.I.E.L.D. training she had done. When he was done cooking the chicken penne that was available he went into the bedroom and slowly and as gently as possible woke Daisy and let her know that there was food ready for them before he left the room. The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel pressured into spending time with him when it was not to eases the sexual urges.
After they were done eating, Daisy who had started to fidget in her chair near the end of her meal came around the table and with out pausing grabbed both sides of Grants face before kissing him hard on the lips, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth and then plundering his mouth with her tong. When she finally pulled away they were both breathing hard and Grant was more then ready to go another round with her. With out waiting for him to say anything Daisy started to strip off the shorts and tank top that she had put on before coming for dinner. Grant fallowed suit and was happy to see that she was watching every movement that he made.
"My turn." Daisy said when Grant was finally naked, before dropping down to her knees in front of him. "No touching until I say."
"Yes of course. This is your show. I promise not to move until you say." Grants eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head when he felt Daisy's hand grab his throbbing member and slowly started to stroke him off. When Daisy removed her hand from him so that she could adjust the position that she was in, Grant groaned allowed at the loss of Daisy's hand on his cock. He wanted to grab her hand and put it back, but he knew this show was her deal. Grant couldn't afford to make a wrong move, no matter how much he wanted her. He wanted to grab Daisy and wrap his arms around her, lift her up and taste her lips. The urge to kiss her was so over powering he had to casually place a hand on the nearby counter to steady himself.
When she turned her attention back towards his throbbing member, he couldn't help reaching out to touch her. It was unbearable, this need for her, low in his hips and tight in his chest. She let out this quiet gasp as his hand found her cheek, and her eyes instantly closed. He wondered if it felt as right, as gratifying, for her as it did to him. He moved to cup her other cheek with his opposite hand and Grant wanted to kiss her but her lips were so far away and were otherwise engaged around his straining cock.
"Sorry," he said, brushing his thumbs across her cheeks. "I'm sorry." He had promised her not to touch her until she had said so.
She wrapped her fingers around his wrists as she pulled her lips from him and smiled. "Don't be."
As Daisy stood before him Grant looked down at her to see that her eyes were shut. They were close enough now that he could feel her breath against his mouth. Something inside him broke and before he could stop himself he closed the distance between them and kissed her. With a low moan, Grant bent at the knees, grabbed hold of her thighs and hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist even as he continued to kiss her. She felt like perfection, like she was all he ever wanted and all he ever would.
He only abandoned her lips to press kisses along her jawline, finding the spot that made her gasp and grind her hips against his. Daisy tipped her head back and let her mouth fall open; her arms wrap around his neck, fingers scratching gently against his scalp.
"Ward," his name was a breath against his ear, and he held her just a little tighter in response. She was breathing hard and tried lifting herself up higher on his hips. Her hands were on his shoulders as she pulled him in after her. He caught her lips as he coaxed her backwards once again towards the bed. Keeping one hand on the small of her back and the other behind her neck, he lowered her down on to the mattress. Quickly Grant reached over to the bed side table and after tarring open a condom package he slipped it on before settling himself between her legs. She wriggled just a touch, getting into a more comfortable position for both of them. Once she had accomplished that though, her hands quickly went between them, guiding him to where she needed him the most. He groaned into her mouth as he kissed her again. She breathed hard, eyes tightly shut, mouth falling open as she rocked her hips up against him. Everything fell into a wonderful blur after that. Her skin sliding against his skin, and the sound of her whispering his name, his first name when ever he did something right.
The sight of her climaxing beneath him was incredible, but he only had a fleeting second to enjoy it because his release quickly fallowed hers. The next thing he knew he had his face tucked against the curve of her neck and her hands were soothing a path up and down his spine. Panting Grant lifted himself off of her. He turned his head as she turned hers, and their lips meet in the middle. It was a soft, slow kiss, nothing like the frenzied actions from a few moments before.
When they parted, all they could do was stare at each other for a moment. He wondered if it was to much to hope that things might be changing between them. If so Grant was not sure he would have the heart to make them stop. He could already feel that he would do what ever, be what ever she needed him to be. Because after this he was not sure he would ever be able to walk away from her again.
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