Chapter 1
Grant heard voices as he began to come to, but he wasn't sure how exactly. The last thing he could remember was falling through the fragile glass that Whitehall had thrown him into. The agent surely thought that he was a goner.
If that was the case for him then that meant he left Skye and Jemma alone to fight his team's battle. Grant just hoped Coulson and the others found him in time.
The voices he heard seemed familiar even if he couldn't open his eyes to see who they were exactly. At first Grant thought it was Bobbi and possibly Hunter but then the man's voice seemed clearer. Possibly Mack instead? Grant wasn't too sure. It wasn't till he opened his eyes after he heard a name.
"That's if he doesn't wake up, Trip."
"Then try to wake him up before Garrett finds out, Kara."
In front of him were two people he didn't expect to find standing over him. The two were facing away from him but every so often he would notice the eyes of Kara looking down at him.
'I'm dead aren't I?' Grant thought to himself.
He saw Trip turn to face him with a smile and knelled down on the ground closer to him.
"Oh no, Ward your very much alive." He told him.
He had said that out loud. It wasn't a thought at all. Grant began to shake his head. Something wasn't right. The agent tried to get up from the ground where he laid to get a better look at his surroundings but was pushed back by both Kara and Trip.
"Not so fast, Grant. You hit your head pretty hard." Kara tells him.
"I fell out of a window. This isn't right." Grant started talking.
Both of his friends looked at him confused. When Grant gets a better look at his surroundings, he notices he's on a hard gym floor. A dodgeball laid on the floor near the stands that were colored in red. The moment that Grant flew out of the window, he thought he would land in some form of grassy area. Possibly dead from all of injuries but this didn't look anything like California where Jemma and Skye now lived.
Grant pushed himself up once again, this time not stopped by Trip or Kara. He just sits there for a few moments and takes a deep breath. His friends are there with him once again. He had to be dead.
"How is this possible?" Grant questions.
"Well you were hit by a dodgeball in the head, man. You probably have a concussion with all the crazy talk you're speaking off." Trip answers.
Grant sees Kara nodding in agreement but that makes the agent shake his head in disagreement. He doesn't care about the dodgeball. All he wants to know is how he got his friends back and where were Jemma and Skye.
"You're both dead." Grant finally tells them.
Trip looks at Grant with one look before switching to another one as he faces Kara who has a concerned facial expression. That changes in a few seconds as both of them start laughing. Trip is the first one to speak when they finally stop.
"Oh Ward, you have it bad. We should probably have someone take a look at your head."
Grant shakes his head no. "I had to bury both of you. It was a car crash. You two were coming home from Trip's grandparent's house in D.C. I couldn't come with since my adopted parents had a banquet planned for the senate."
Kara took his hand and held it loosely for a few minutes. "Grant that trip is coming up soon, remember. You can still try to get out of the banquet."
She had totally ignored the part when he said adopted parents instead of just his parents.
That gave the agent an idea. It was the machine, Whitehall was still playing with his head, right? But then again everything seems so real to him. Was it possible to time travel? That had to be how he made it back to Trip and Kara. The machine had screwed with his head somehow and being pushed out of the window by the zap of Whitehall's cane must have sent him back in time to before he found out about the death of his friends. Before he met Skye and Jemma. Before he found out he was actually adopted.
He could change his past this way. He could prevent his friends' death and meet Skye sooner.
"I'm going to need you two to trust me when I tell you this." Grant starts. "I think I'm from the future."
Trip raises his eyebrow and looks at him with a concerned look. Kara on the other hand is covering her mouth trying not to say anything that could push Grant away from both of them.
"Are you sure?" Trip asks carefully.
"I think so."
Grant wasn't surprised when Trip and Kara helped him up that they took him to the athletic trainer on campus. Billy Koenig was one of the twins that worked on campus. Sam was the other but he was off for the day. When the three entered the medical building, Billy didn't even look up from his computer screen. Somehow though he just knew it was them.
"Kara, you really need to tell your boys to stop rough housing. I can't afford to keep wasting medical supplies on them."
It was pretty sad that Billy knew them by their first names. Grant could remember when he was in college the first time, he and Trip would constantly be getting themselves in all sorts of trouble. They did stunts, pranks, you name it. Kara had to moderate so they wouldn't get into too much trouble. It was probably a good thing that Garrett liked himself and Trip or they probably would have been kicked out.
"Surprisingly it's not that. I think intermural dodgeball was a bad idea for Grant this time." Kara tells Billy.
Billy shakes his head and pushes away from his computer screen on his rolling chair. He motions for Grant to take a seat on one of the training beds. So when Grant hops up, Billy grabs a flashlight and a few other tools.
"I'm guessing he was hit on the head." Billy tells them pointing to the mark on Grant's forehead.
Trip and Kara only nod as Billy starts to look in Grant's eyes.
"How many fingers am I holding up?"
Grant stares at the trainer's hand for a few seconds before answering.
"I think just four."
"That's correct."
Billy starts to run a few more tests on Grant until he is done fifteen minutes later. Everything that was asked Grant seemed to pass them easily.
"It looks like everything is okay with you, Ward." Billy tells him before he hops off the table.
Grant only nods and then looks at Kara and Trip with an I told you so. He was fine, there wasn't a concussion.
He follows the two out of the medical room before peeking back into the room.
"Hey Billy, can you just call me Grant from now on?"
The athletic trainer doesn't look up from the table he has his medical supplies on and Grant isn't sure if he heard him until he gets a reply.
"We'll see if I remember that by your next visit, Grant."
The agent smiles before leaving the doorway to catch back up with Kara and Trip.
Kara continued to walk with the boys until they reached their dorm building. She gave both of them a hug and a wave before she stepped off the path to go to hers. That left Grant with Trip for the night.
"Do you remember when we first met her?" Trip asks when they enter the building.
Grant only nods. She had met when both of them when they were all in second grade. Trip was the first one that met Kara after she was assigned to sit next to him. Grant had been sick that morning but he had met her later that day when he and Thomas had found out they had new neighbors.
"She was neighbor that kept telling us to stop doing stunts in the yard." Grant says with a laugh.
Trip immediately laughs too before pressing the elevator button so they can go up to their floor.
"Yet we still did it."
"Yeah we did."
There's silence between them as the elevator begins to go up. The floor is empty when it stops. Not a single person in sight at the moment.
When they got to the room, Trip was the one that opened the door. Grant was in awe to find out what his room looked like. He could remember the day he went back to college after Trip and Kara's death, most of the room was empty. Trip's grandparents had come in and cleared everything in sight that was his. Grant found it hard to look at the empty side afterwards.
The agent ran his hand across the desk that he used to use. Books covered it from the classes he was taking, his jersey laid across the chair. Grant looked over at Trip who took a seat on his bed, his shoes already removed.
"I gave all of this up." Grant told Trip when he picked up his jersey. "They expected me to enter the draft but I never filled out the papers for it."
Trip knew he was talking to a different Grant Ward. It wasn't his best friend anymore. This one had gone through much more, had seen more. But Trip also knew that this Grant Ward wanted to change something in the future.
"Football was our future, Ward."
"That's why I gave it up, Trip. It was our future, not just mine. I wasn't going without you or Kara around."
Grant saw Trip nod. He was in understanding of what was going on. The only person he wasn't sure about was Kara. If she understood, he didn't know yet.
When Grant woke up the next morning, he thought maybe everything that had happen the day before was just a dream. That he would wake up in his apartment or in Jemma's bedroom at Skye's place. Either way Jemma would be cuddled into him or Buddy would be at the end of the bed. But that didn't seem to be the case.
Grant was still in his former dorm room and Trip was on the other side of the room snoring away. He uncovered his body and got up to check out the closet. He needed to find a change of clothing since sleeping in whatever he came back in when he woke up from the supposed dodgeball accident.
The agent easily found some clothes and in the next five minutes he was out the door for a run. It was something did every morning. Even after college he was still running. Hunter and Morse would give him grief every time he came into work after he one time came straight in after being called on mission. Let's just say they were not happy to see a sweaty Grant Ward.
Running the paths around campus was all memory. Grant got to the point where he started thinking about everything that had went on. Whitehall, the machine, seeing Skye and Jemma held captive. But how he got to see Trip and Kara again was beyond him.
He continued running until suddenly running into something or someone. The force of the impact sent both tumbling into the grass. Before Grant got up, he ran his hand over his head making sure he was still okay. He then got up just to see Kara right in front of him still on the ground.
"Kara?"
The agent kneeled over the girl to check on her when he didn't get a response. He carefully turned her around from her side to her back only to get an angry reply.
"What the hell, Grant!" Kara yelled. "You couldn't have waited for me by your dorm."
Grant was taken aback before helping his friend up off the ground. He wasn't sure what to say other than that he forgot about their runs together. He had gotten used to just running by himself.
"I know you are not the Grant Ward from this time period. But whatever you're trying to do, you can do it without me."
"I'm trying to save you. Both you and Trip. I was sent here for a reason and I'm going to find that out."
"Then you need to be more careful."
Kara was right, he had to be better at being careful. And by doing so, he needed to act like he was in college even if didn't realize he was being watched at that very moment. Watched by his own worst enemy in his time period.
Here is the first chapter from Grant's perspective. There will probably be three chapters for his part maybe a couple more then that based on what ideas I get along with what feedback I receive. Please leave a review, let me know what you think, what you want to see etc. Your feedback is greatly appreciated.
