AN: I am very disgusted at the mid-season finale and hate what they did to Ward. Any story I write will be AU from now on. I will never write stories where Skye is with Lincoln because I really feel like our ship was destroyed for that boring piece of garbage. Luke and Chloe have all the chemistry of watching paint dry and it is like watching siblings kiss.

Grant was pulled out of a deep sleep to the sounds of Skye, screaming his name in her sleep. She was trashing around and sobbing. He sat up and had to dodge her fists swinging out at him.

He heard the knock on his room door and heard Lily's voice through the door, worry and sadness in her voice.

"Grant, let me in."

Grant stood up, pulled on a pair of sleep pants before going over to the door. He opened the door to the sight of his aunt in tears. She threw herself into his arms, hugging him as if verifying he was there before rushing over to Skye.

"Skye, you need to wake up sweetie. It's just dream. He is right here with you."

It took a few moments before her eyes opened and she gasped for breath, her eyes filled with pure terror.

"Coulson killed him, Lily! Just heartlessly murdered Grant in cold blood!"

"Skye, it was just a dream. Grant is right here with you."

Grant pushed down his curiosity over what had caused her to have a nightmare like that.

Skye got up out of the bed and rushed over to Grant, hugging him and sobbing into his chest. She wouldn't let him go.

"What the hell is going on here, Aunt Lily?"

"Skye had a nightmare that you had rejoined Hydra and killed a woman that Coulson was in love with. He went after you and followed you and Fitz to some planet that they called Maveth. Coulson followed you there and when he got the chance, killed you in a cruel manner."

"Skye, it wasn't real. It was just a dream," Grant whispered before kissing her gently on the forehead.

"It felt so real and for some reason, I was kissing and trying to make myself be happy with this guy named Lincoln. He was cute but it felt wrong," she said, still shaking as the memory of her dream continued to haunt her.

Grant gritted his teeth at the mention of another guy and felt his very well-maintained control start to snap.

"Grant, it was just a dream," Lily said reassuringly to her nephew. "Even if Lincoln existed, the two of you are together and he doesn't stand a chance in hell of breaking you up."

Lily heard a knock on the door and left Skye and Grant's room long enough to answer, hoping she could chase away who it was pretty quickly. She swore under her breath at the sight of Phil Coulson standing there.

"I need to talk to Skye."

Lily stepped out into the hallway, pushing him out there in the process, tightened the belt on her robe and faced off with the man she really was beginning to dislike.

"Skye had a very bad nightmare and needs to rest; she doesn't need to be pulled into Shield's bullshit. Let her calm down and get some more sleep. You can talk to her in the morning."

Lily didn't let Coulson respond before she went back into the Penthouse and closed the door.

"May was right; she has become too caught up with that damn family. I have to get her out of her and back to the Playground."

Later that night, May walked into the hotel's gym and stopped short at the sight of Louise wearing a pair of yoga pants and tank top, throwing punches at the punching bag. It seemed there was more to the oldest Ward child than just her magical ability.

"Are you going to stare at me all night?"

May expected the anger but not the resigned tone to Louise's voice.

"I am guessing that your fighting abilities are a well-kept secret that only certain people know about."

Louise stopped punching the bag and turned to face Melinda, not lowering her guard but relaxing her stance enough to show the other woman that she wasn't considered a threat.

"Let's just say that Christian found out what I was capable of the hard way. I stomped the piss out of him for daring to try and have Grant charged as an adult. My mother tried to slap me for daring to beat up my brother and I gave her something to think about when I used a well-placed silent spell on her."

"Are you trying to intimidate me because it isn't going to work," Melinda stated.

"No, I'm just proving a point. I couldn't protect my little brother the way he needed me to when it mattered the most but now that he is back in my life, I won't let you or any member of Shield treat him however you please. It doesn't work that way, anymore. I won't hesitate to fight back just as dirty as all of you have whether it is in a physical fight or with my magic."

Before May could respond, a handsome man with blond hair, a lean frame and as tall as Grant stepped into the room. He went over to the treadmill and started his workout.

The older woman left the room and Louise started to punch and kick the bag again. She could feel the man that had walked in watching her as he ran on the treadmill but was trying to ignore him.

"What are you staring at," Louise fiercely growled at him.

"I was just admiring how good you look doing that," the man commented.

Louise sensed that he wasn't telling her the complete truth and this guy looked too young to be hitting on her. She quickly left the room and over to the elevator, pushing the button for the top floor.

'I better tell Lily about him because something isn't right."

Grant and Skye were lying on the bed in their hotel room, her head lying on his chest as he rubbing her back gently. She was still shaking a bit from her dream but wasn't as bad as when she had awakened from the dream.

"Do you think alternate universes are real, Grant?"

"Given the things we have seen, it is possible?"

"Coulson killed you in my dream. He had a robotic hand and he crushed your chest. I don't want to see him for a while."

"Nobody is going to force you to see her, Skye."

He kissed her on the head and held her tightly to him. As he held her, Skye sat up and then turned to lean down to tenderly kiss him.

"All I want to do is forget, Grant. Help me do that."

He kissed her again and groaned as she ran her fingers through his hair. All they knew in that moment was each other.

AN: I am not very good at smut and my attempts at it have been really bad, so I am going to end the chapter here. I will get back into the storyline but I felt that I needed to write this. Grant Ward deserved better. The writers need a reality check and they might get it in March. It couldn't happen to a nicer group of jerks, if it does.