The Moores Chapter 4

Alex's breath hitched at her words. Finally, he would be getting some answers, some clarity. He turned in Skye's arms so that they were facing each other. She bent her head back so she could meet his eyes with her own. Her look promised the truth and a calm to the storm brewing inside of him. "Why were those people after us? Where did you learn to do what you do? Why did we have to leave? What's-?"

"Okay. Maybe we should go sit in the living room." Skye interrupted his barrage of questions which made him more frustrated. Alex took a deep breath before nodding. He followed her into the living room and watched as she sat on the couch.

Alex sat next to Skye, their knees pressed into each other's. He turned towards her and eagerly (warily?) awaited the answers to his questions. Skye looked across at him and averted her eyes after a moment. She didn't want to tell him, at least that was the vibe that she was giving off to him.

"Okay…" She cleared her throat and reached for his hand taking it her own and placing it in her lap. She played with his fingers for a moment, Alex enjoyed the contact. No matter the fact that his world was about to be turned upside down, at least he could assume, he would still have Skye there to bring him peace. "Those people that were after you this morning… I work with them. Well, did work with them."

"What?" Alex exclaimed and tried to pull his hand away in his surprise. Skye tightened her grip not letting go. She worked with those people, what kind of people did she work with?

"Grant just let me finish." Her words stopped him and he settled himself back in his seat. This was just the beginning of her confessions and he needed to keep calm and listen. He needed to know.

"Okay, so I worked with them for… six years now. They are, I was an, agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

S.H.I.E.L.D.? As in Captain America S.H.I.E.L.D… Skye was…? It just didn't seem to fit. Skye, his Skye, could never really hurt anyone. But, did not the last day prove otherwise?

"The reason I can do what I do, well not the hacking, but my, you know, ass kicking skills. They trained me and I use my skills for their missions." Skye let out an uneven breath. Alex watched the action. How could these lips that he knew so well, be spewing out things that he would have never even considered to be true until now.

"The reason they came after you yesterday…" Her words brought him back, finally getting more to the point. "…was because I married you and they found out. So that's why we had to run." The answer, that he had needed so badly, made no since to him. Why would they care whether or not they were married? How was it any of their concern? Were their agents not allowed to get married? That didn't seem to be right. But, what was right anymore…?

"Skye, I don't understand why would they not want you to be married to me? What-?"

"Fitz is an agent as well." She interrupted not answering his question and bringing up another question in the same sentence. Fitz? As in the man who was his best friend? Was his entire life a lie?

"What?"

"Okay, I know that wasn't anything super important, but you're going right for the nitty gritty and it's going to be hard for me to explain. So, please just let me explain somethings and then I swear I will come back to that question." Her eyes were boring in to his and begging for her request to be heeded. Alex could only do one thing. He could always only do one thing when she begged him.

"Okay."

"Alright, back story. You already know that I'm and orphan and you know that I met my real parents, but they died. But, what you don't know is that I have been watched by S.H.I.E.L.D. my entire life and that I was an 0-8-4. Which is an unidentifiable object or whatever." She took a breath.

"You see I was born in the Hunan providence of China. Long story short I was taken from my parents. I tried to find out who they were. And I did, but not before I was… changed."

Changed?

"I have the power to create quakes, but not just that, really anything to do with vibrations. My mom went crazy, tried to kill me, my dad killed her to protect me. Oh and my dad is still alive. Oh God that was a lot to say…" She inhaled deeply and stared straight ahead leaving Alex to try and process all the information which was now flooding his system.

Alex's mind went through the information presented almost on auto-pilot, filing everything into place so he could easily access it again. Parents one dead, the other alive. 0-8-4 and S.H.I.E.L.D, again. Changed. "Wait you have powers? Like the avengers or…?" He let the sentence hang between them, not knowing how to continue.

"Yeah I do." Skye's hand lifted into the air, Alex tracked its movement, and the coffee table she pointed at began to shake. Alex didn't jump back at the sight, his eyes only widened at what he was seeing.

"You did that?" He asked as he turned back to face his wife. Skye worried her bottom lip before giving Alex a hint of a smile. His breath stalled at her smile. She had done that?

So that's what happened in Puerto Rico.

No, please. Not again. Why were these unbidden thoughts still coming?

"Yeah." Alex came back to himself faster than normal when she answered him. He needed to stay in the moment. He had to think.

First his wife was a secret agent (as well as a close family friend). Then he finds out that for some reason who she works for doesn't want them to be married. Now she has powers. It was a lot for Alex to take in and there was even more to come. More? There was an abundance of unanswered questions and answers that accompanied them. How could there be more? His life, was it even real? Was Skye or Tommy?

"Alex?" Skye asked as he stood. He had to… had to move. This was all too much. Alex began to pace across the living room. "Alex, please come back there's still more to tell you." She crossed the room and stood in front of him effectively blocking his path. "Come sit back down."

He didn't want to sit down, he didn't want to stand still. He… He wanted his life back.

Alex couldn't seem to look at his wife from where she stood in front of him. Instead he was looking at anything but her. When his sights landed on Tommy he stilled. Tommy? His hands twitched, he needed to hold him. Was he real, or would he turn out to be another lie, that came with secret powers?

"Tommy, does he…? I mean will he…" Skye followed his gaze to where his eyes rested with a slight frown on her face.

"No, he doesn't. But he could…" Alex didn't know what to say to that. His son… his son could possibly move things too. "But Grant it's not bad thing. It's part of me… part of him." Skye reached to drag his face to look at hers. "You need to trust me."

Something inside Alex snapped at that. He quickly stepped back and out of her grasp. The entire situation made him want to laugh, but he feared if he started he wouldn't be able to stop.

"Trust you?" He asked incredulously. "Skye. You've been lying to me, keeping such important things from me, for years!" Alex could hardly believe that this was happening. Was this happening? "Why should I trust you now? When there's even more you haven't told me."

"Grant please?" She stepped closer trying to erase the distance between them. Alex stepped back another step. He couldn't.

"Don't touch me Skye." The look on his face exuded how serious he was. If she touched him, she would make everything alright. He couldn't let her. How could Alex even know that what she was saying was the truth, she was not above lying to him. Obviously.

"Grant." Her eyes were beginning to fill with tears. Alex looked away, her tears made him conflicted. He didn't want that. Alex had never liked seeing her hurt and hated even more being the one to cause the pain, but… No, he needed more answers. He needed clarity.

"Tell me Skye." Her face screamed her question. Tell him what? "Why don't they want us to be together? Why are we having to run? Why have you kept this from me?" Skye's eyes widened for just a moment before she turned away. Alex felt his heart lurch at the sight. He wanted to beg, but hadn't he already been doing so?

"I'll have to start from the beginning." She turned back to him and stepped closer to the couch. "Just promise me, you'll listen to it all and that… Grant promise me that you won't leave." Leave? Here Skye was entreating him not to leave. The thought of leaving, even with all the others bellowing in his head, hadn't crossed his mind. Where would he go? How could he possibly leave his family?

Skye had turned back stare at him, the tears had begun to run down her cheeks, and waited for an answer. Waited for an answer like Alex had been all this time. He felt she would like his more than he did hers. "I promise."

Skye shoulders sagged in relief for just a moment before she tensed back up, as if remembering that this was not over yet. "Alright, I know you don't want to sit, but I really think you should." Alex forced himself to sit on the couch, just wanting to finally get to the truth.

"Back when I was 24. I was a member of the rising tide. The rising tide is a group of people that feel like information, any and all, should be available for anyone." Her voice was cracking, through her tears. They were cracking him as well.

"Well I, as you know, am pretty good with computers and it was a little after the avengers had showed up. So I decided to hack S.H.I.E.L.D for information. At the time I was living out of my van and-" Alex's eyes widened at her confession. She had lived in a van? Even now Alex wished that he was there then, so he could have helped her.

"I was in the middle of recording a message when my van door was opened and a bag was placed over my head. I was taken to a plane and interrogated."

Her eyes finally rested on him. They were portals to her soul. Whatever she was about to tell him… It could break everything. "I was interrogated by a guy named Phil Coulson and a guy named… Grant Ward."

Grant Ward. Grant Ward. Grant Ward.

Best since Romanoff.

Grant Ward Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Pieces solving a puzzle.

Run Faster.

Best since Romanoff.

It's Love.

Is that a Weakness?

I saw the way you looked at her.

Yes, you are.

"Grant? Are you okay?" Skye was in front of him, when did she get there? What was going on? Who was Grant Ward?

Skye had a sharp intake of breath and Alex realized he had asked the question out loud. She stood in front of him her brows furrowed and looking deep into his eyes. "You are."

Everything went black.


Grant pressed his knees closer to his chest and buried his face into his arms where they rested on top of his knees. He tried to stifle his tears. If he was heard it would only get worse.

Grant could hear their guests on the other side of the door. He had wanted to… He sucked in a deep breath and searing pain coursed through his chest. If he had almost blacked out, he couldn't tell. It was too dark to see anything.

If there was enough light in his room, he would have looked to see if there was a bruise. Grant felt like there would be one. His face still smarted from his father's back hand that had sent him airborne and had him landing on the glass table in his father's office. He wanted to turn the light on, but if he did Christian would surely tell their parents.

Grant didn't need his mother's sickly saccharine voice laughing off his appearance in front of the guests as he was dragged down the stairs and into the party. "Why were you hiding Buddy-

"Buddy!" Grant called out again. He stood on the outskirt of his camp scanning the surrounding area. "C'mon Buddy!"

Grant didn't know how long ago John Garret had taken him from his own personal and delivered him to one of another making. The pangs in his stomach were now just background noise to his life's newest theme song.

Dusk was approaching fast bringing end to the day, Grant wished it would bring an end to his life instead. He wouldn't feel bad for leaving Buddy, with his death Buddy would finally have something to feel his empty stomach.

He probably should have continued his search for the dog, but Grant let himself fall to the ground. Maybe he would just watch the sk-

"Skye!" She was gone. Ward could do nothing but watch as she sped away from him. Everything… Everything was falling apart, slipping through his fingers. The only thing that he had ever wanted for himself in years was running from him.

He couldn't… couldn't lose her. His thoughts halted, along with his breath, as he watched Skye's car be smashed in by Deathlok landing on its hood. He felt sick, Deathlok was pulling Skye out of the car, and Ward could do nothing.

John wanted Skye and he had her now. It should have relieved him, but he was anything but. He could only imagine what John would think of him now, if he could hear his thoughts, feel what he was feeling.

You have to do what needs to be done-

"Do what needs to be done, son." Ward stared down at the little boy that rested in his crib. His mother and father slept 20 feet away, in the room down the hall.

Ward was on his first mission, first Hydra mission. The boy was a gifted. Hydra could use him, but Ward… Ward knew what Hydra would do and just how they would use him.

"John, he's just a baby."

"What was that!?" Ward's mouth shut. He was given an order, who was he to question a direct order.

"Understood." Ward swallowed the bile in his mouth and lifted the baby as gently form the crib as he could. He didn't want to wake-

Tommy. He had finally gotten him to sleep and there was no way in hell that Alex was going to wake him. He needed sleep just as much as his son did.


Skye swept her hand across Grant's forehead, wiping away the sweat that had beaded there. Worry gnawed at her stomach and deepened the creases between her eyes. Grant had been out for nearly an hour now.

Skye could only imagine what he was going through. Was he remembering? If he was would his psyche be able to handle it. Grant had not been in the most stable of conditions when he had gone through the Tahiti process.

Who was she kidding? Skye had no clue what Grant's head was like when he had undergone the procedure. She had not cared to know. Months before she had taunted him about his own suicide attempts.

Skye felt sick. Suddenly the thought of getting Grant back was the scariest thing in the world. Alex loved her, of that she was sure. But, Grant Ward. She had no idea how he would feel about her. After all she had shot him and left him for dead.

Though she could not get herself to kill him that very moment, she had a clear headshot. Instead she had shot him four times in a non-vital area and left him to bleed to death. Though she would not have lost sleep then if he had died, she had given him a chance and soothed her conscious.

So, Skye was terrified of Grant Ward coming back, but she was also terrified of him never returning too. She wanted him back, without him Alex was not himself, not complete. Neither was she.

Tommy's wails broke the silence in the room and Skye from her trance. She was on her feet in a moments time and across the room lifting Tommy from where he laid in his pen. No matter the situation at hand Tommy would always be her number one priority.

"It's okay sweetie." Tommy quieted down almost immediately, his wails now just a whimper. Skye could only just imagine how this was for him. He had been taken from the only home he had ever known and on a strange journey. Now he was at a new place and his mommy and daddy were acting weird.

All of this would be too much for anyone, let alone an infant. Tommy clutched Skye's shirt in his hands as she bounced him in her arms. This was one hell of a mess she had gotten them into.

"How about we play a little?" She asked. Tommy looked at her as she stepped over the pen and sat down inside it. "What do you say baby, huh?"

She sat Tommy down in her lap, not wanting him to start crying again if he lost contact with her. Buddy laid on the pillows and blankets that Skye had placed out on the inside of the pen so it would be more comfortable for Tommy.

She reached for him, while trying not to jostle her son in her lap. "Hi, Tommy. It's me your best buddy, Buddy. Ruff, ruff, ruff." She said in her best impersonation of Scooby Doo.

"Do you want to play with me?" She held the stuffed dog in front of Tommy's face making it bounce around as it talked with him. Her son's lack of response to his favorite toy made her grimace. He really was unhappy.

"That's okay Tommy. We can just cuddle with Mommy instead." Skye brought Buddy to where Tommy rested in her lap and he latched on to him. He was definitely shaken up. She pulled him from her lap and left the play pen to head for the rocking chair that sat in front of the sliding glass door, so you could and look out at the beach on a lazy afternoon.

Before she sat though, she turned the rocker so that it was facing the couch and she could watch Grant as he slept.

After a while of Tommy pressed to her chest and the rocking of the chair, her son had fallen back into a fitful sleep, only stirring occasionally, mirroring his father who was across the room.


"… but, still I can't believe Quake did that." Kara's ear piqued at Daisy's moniker. "She's completely shut down our entire systems and now they say she's on the run."

"Shhh, you can't say things like that. The Director would go ballistic if he knew you were spreading that rumor." The quiet chatter stopped after that and Kara processed the information she was presented.

S.H.I.E.L.D. was a mess when she got back from her mission an hour ago, she had yet been to see Coulson to report in. Everyone was all over the place not stopping for a time long enough to answer any of her questions.

The Playground was offline and now running on generators. The entire base had gone on lockdown 20 minutes after Kara had returned. It seems she had made it just in time to be trapped inside with everyone else. Whoever had attacked their systems had done one hell of a job, if they had just recently retrieved enough control lock it down.

Daisy is someone with that ability, but Kara couldn't believe she would ever cause this. Kara, though never close to Daisy herself, had seen how devoted she was to many of Coulson's most trusted agents and Coulson himself.

Kara had never found it in herself to try and get close to Daisy. She was such an important factor in Grant's life that she couldn't help but to resent her even after he had gone to Tahiti.

Resentment aside Kara always felt she had violated Daisy in some way. Yes, in her time with Grant she had impersonated many people including the Calvary, but when she had done the same to Daisy…

That had been for seduction, she was using Daisy to get want she wanted, just as she was sure Grant would use her to get what he had wanted. Though she was unable to go through with the action, Kara couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt each time she looked at Daisy.

Her therapist told her all of her feelings towards Daisy were to be expected. The love of her life, as far as Kara was concerned, was significantly attached to the other woman. The emotions of jealousy and resentment were to be expected. Along with guilt of using another woman's face to start up a relationship.

Kara's thoughts had gotten away from her again, as thinking of Grant often caused. She made her way to Coulson's office finally expecting to be debriefed. The door was open, it had yet to have been replaced after Daisy had had her little tantrum. Kara smirked, she may not have liked the woman, but she could be amusing from time to time.

She rapped her knuckles against the door frame and watched as Coulson raised his head from the papers on his desk. "Agent Palamas, come in." Kara stepped in as he gathered the papers into a neatish pile and turned them over. Confidential of course.

"So what can I do for you?" He gave her a cordial smile. Kara examined his face and noted he was tense, the lines on his face were more deep set then the last time she had been in his office.

"I'm here to turn in my report." She answered.

"Right, of course. So was the mission a success?" Kara waited a moment before she answered him.

"A complete success. The target is down and I retrieved the flash drive." She slipped her hand down her shirt and pulled out the drive that had rested in her bra. There was slight smile on her face as she slipped the drive across his desk.

"Excellent work Agent Palamas." He didn't even glance at the drive that she had placed in front of him. "I'll expect a full written report in the morning, but for the time being find Fitzsimmons to receive your instructions on how to help with the lockdown." He gave her a dismissive nod and returned his attention to his desk.

Kara automatically felt the strong need to follow the order, but she was to curious to leave just yet. Yes, she was a soldier and soldiers followed orders. But, through her therapy she was fighting off the need to follow orders unbidden. The need that had been instilled into her by Whitehall. Though 4 years had passed since then Kara still found herself struggling with it from time to time.

"Sir?" Coulson glanced up and raised a questioning brow. "In order for me to be able to best help the situation at hand, knowing the full story of how all this happen is essential. So, how did all this happen?"

Coulson sat for a while meeting her eyes. He had gotten better at hiding his emotions she observed from his long-standing neutral expression. There staring contest came to an end when he shook his head and gave a small chuckle. It was her victory, Kara restrained herself from smiling.

"I'm not exactly sure what happened Agent Palamas, but I assure you when everything is settled you will be notified of the current situation." Kara paused he didn't want to tell her. Kara was well aware that she was not Coulson's most trusted agent, not one of his ever dwindling inner circle.

But, she also knew that he had enough respect for her as one of his top agents that if the situation did not pertain to a certain someone, he would have informed her before she even needed to ask.

So there was some truth to what she had overheard, Daisy was involved in the complete system failure. Coulson was protecting her, as he always did. "Understood." Kara turned on her heel and slipped out of Coulson's office.

If Coulson didn't want to tell her what was going on, that was fine. Kara had other ways of finding out the truth.


His eyes opened and he took in his surroundings. They were unfamiliar, not at all what he was used to waking up to. It took him a moment to recognize that he was at the beach house that his wife had taken him to. "Grant?" Was that him? Was she asking for him, who could know?

He laid still, continuing to look at his surroundings, not bothering to answer her. There was a creaking behind him and some shifting as she made her way across the room to him. "I know your awake. If you were trying to hide it, then you should have kept your breathing deep." He could see her now; she was standing above him. She looked worried and he couldn't blame her.

"Grant, you need to tell me. What do you remember?" Remember, nothing. At least nothing concrete. Nothing made sense, not anymore. He wasn't Alex, he wasn't Grant, who was he? Skye bent down so she could be closer to him, or at least he could assume.

"Baby, please say something." Her hand reached out so she could touch him and he recoiled. He swiftly ducked under her arms and slid to the floor. He rolled away from her putting a good amount of distance between them.

She couldn't, she couldn't touch him. If she touched him he would lose himself even more and he needed to find himself. He needed to know who he was. She looked hurt by his rejection and even though he was no longer Alex, he still could not stand to see her in pain.

"I don't know what I remember. Everything is a mess of memories and I don't know what's real anymore." He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. To stop himself from shaking. His eyes left hers, he couldn't look at her anymore. His eyes passed over Tommy's play pen and he quickly averted them.

He couldn't see him. What if Tommy wasn't real? Or worse what if Tommy was, but was no longer his? He couldn't stand the thought.

"Grant, please talk to me." Her voice pleaded with him. Or who she wanted him to be. She took a step closer and he inched backwards. He had to keep his distance. "Just tell me what you want."

Want he wanted? There were so many things that he wanted. But, the most pressing matter at the moment was he wanted to go. He was suffocating in the unknown and he needed to clear his head. He wouldn't be able to do so in such close proximity to her.

"I need to go." His words shattered her. He could feel it in her presence. If he looked at her, he was sure his needs would crumble in the wake of her own.

"Oh, God." She sobbed, cracking his heart. "No, please! Grant, no you promised me you wouldn't." She came to him faster than before and he barely stopped the urge to run away at full speed. Instead he scrambled backwards and made it to the kitchen.

He climbed behind the bar and made it a barrier between them. Her sobs filled the room and still he kept his eyes firmly on the counter. "You can't."

He had not made that promise, Alex had. He didn't have to stay, he wouldn't. He would leave… but, but he would come back.

Though he was no one, the key to finding out who he was, was her. He could never leave her, or who he hoped was his son for good.

"I'll come back." Her sobs stilled for a moment. Her breath was uneven and he was sure if he had met her look, she would have tears running down her face. "I have to come back."

"When?" Her words came out broken as she no doubt was. He knew broken, it was a feeling that was dominating his entire being.

"I don't know." He answered. He didn't wait for a response he turned on his heel and went out the door. No he didn't know when he would return, but he would. He heard Skye burst out onto the porch and he could feel her eyes tracking his movement as he kept a steady jog.

He didn't know where he was going, but he didn't know who he was either. He needed to be gone.


He was gone. Her husband had walked out that door two hours ago. The door she was now unable to look away from, as he could come back at any moment. He said he would come back and Skye refused to not believe it.

No, he would. He had to. She needed him to. How could she do this without him? How could Tommy survive without his father? Skye knew what it was like to grow up without parents. Though Tommy would still have her, she knew that growing up without his father would scar him.

No, Grant wouldn't do that. Even if he didn't come back for her, he would come back for his son. He… He…

"Aughhh." She let loose a guttural cry as she flung out her arms and sent a pulse out that knocked everything off of the bar in the kitchen and sent it flying into the wall behind it. She continued her rampage, let out her anger and fear on her surroundings.

The entire house began to shake with her assault. A lamp behind her exploded and she stilled. The cries of her child were quiet in the chaos of her carnage, but they somehow managed to break through her pain and bring her back to herself. "Oh my God, Tommy."

She was by his side in an instance taking him into her arms and pulling him close to her chest. His wails continued. "Oh, baby. Mommy is so sorry." She was shaking as she pulled him impossibly closer. "So sorry."

How could she have allowed herself to do that? How? Her tears that had somehow stopped after Grant had left were now back.

She had placed her own son in danger with her actions and she despised herself for it. Out of all the horrible things that she felt she had done in her life, to her this was the most reprehensible.

"Sorry." She mumbled again as she slid down to the floor in the living room. Her surroundings ceased to exist for the moment. Which was something as an agent she should never allow, especially in the situation she was in now. But, the only thing that mattered at that moment was making sure Tommy was okay.

She didn't know how long it took to calm him or for her own tears to dry, but soon her surroundings were coming back. The living room and kitchen were a mess. Anything that was loose was on the floor and furniture was toppled.

Skye was sure if there had been knick-knacks and pictures on the walls they would have been shattered. It would take forever to clean up. Wait?

She turned her head and followed the implied line that separated an unaltered patch from the surrounding disarray. There was almost a perfect circle surrounding Tommy's pen clearly showing that nothing had come within his perimeter to harm him. She had…?

She had kept him safe even in her storm of fear and anger. It was a saving grace. She had protected him, even if what she did was horrible. She had allowed nothing to happen to her precious, precious boy.

Her revelation brought her back to the situation at hand, she had caused a quake. Which was something she had not done in years. She needed to check for seismic events in the area. When Coulson got his systems back up he would probably check for unusual activity, even if her slipping would have been unlikely.

What irony.

Standing from where she sat in the floor and keeping Tommy still close to her chest, Skye began to rummage through everything on the floor and find her messenger bag. It only took her a moment to find it and get the information she needed.

The seismic activity was small only affecting the safe house and maybe one or two next to it. It wasn't much, but there was never much activity around here. She would have to cover it up. She got to work.

Skye reached back into her bag and found the sat phone from it. She had told Fitz that she would call him in couple of days, but she wouldn't be able to make sure that Coulson didn't find out without him. She had already wiped all reports from the internet and had created a false report in another unusual area on the other side of the country.

Fitz, I need you to make sure that Coulson follows a false lead I have placed. You'll know what it is when you see it. Make sure he follows it no matter what.

She hit send. Coulson would not be so quick to take bait that was dangled in front of him. She was smart and a superb agent. Coulson would not expect her to make such a huge mistake. But, hopefully Fitz could make him believe that she was emotional enough to let something happen.

The truth that she had been so, made it possible that he would be more likely to believe Fitz. Asking Fitz to lie, was a desperate decision. But, he had been lying for her for years and he was better at it than he used to be. Hopefully it would be enough.

Her stomach growled, she hadn't eaten since her and Grant had talked. She had breastfed Tommy a couple hours ago, but he would be needing something a little bit more now that it was getting closer to dinner time.

"Are you hungry, baby?" Tommy gurgled from his place close to her chest and she smiled. "Well then let's go see what we can find." Skye had to navigate her way through the wreckage to make it to the kitchen. Then when she actually made it in there she finally noticed that the refrigerator had fallen over during her little episode.

"Oops." She made a shocked face at Tommy causing him to laugh. She smiled at his reaction. One thing about Tommy is he could always make anything better. She had to set him down on the bar, before she turned back to face her new objective.

"Okay I got this." It took more exertion of her strength than she liked but she lifted the fridge from the ground and got it situated into its rightful place. Being an inhuman did come in handy, especially when having to clean up her own mess.

"Let's get something to eat."


It was dark and humid. He had made a few miles away from the house, from her, before he had decided it was far enough. He was now in a more populated part of the coast, a small city that he hadn't bothered to find out the name of.

The suffocating feeling, he thought would go away once he had put the distance between them, was still there. Though his head was more clear, he would sporadically get bits and pieces of memories he didn't recognize.

It reminded him of his experiences before he lost who he was, though now he could not ignore them and they were coming much more frequently. At least now, he knew he wasn't going crazy, just having an old life come back to haunt him.

An old life he desperately wanted gone. Rather it be by him becoming Grant Ward or returning to Alex Moore he didn't care, as long as it would all just come to an end.

She had shot him. The only woman he had ever loved had shot him and left him to die. He didn't know if he should be furious or proud. Instead he just felt numb. The analytical part of his mind was pointing out that he was numb because of the blood loss. But, Ward hadn't listened to that part of his mind since Skye had turned his world around.

He wasn't sure he wanted to go back to Grant Ward anymore. The snippets that he was remembering, feeling, were something he wasn't so sure he wanted to relive.

But then, he would get something… something that maybe, made him think he could live with being Ward again.

She reached across the bar and placed her hand on to his own. She was warm, her hands were softer than any he had ever felt before. But, more importantly she had sent a sporadic flame through his system, while simultaneously cooling the rage of the berserker staff inside him.

He had continued walking even as he was living through these unknowns. He realized that he was starting to walk into a seedier part of the city, he didn't care.

Skye, she had been important to him in both of his lifetimes. He could feel that from Grant Ward and in his memories of Alex Moore, which were still sharp, he could clearly see it.

She frightened him. She was important, too important to him. He didn't know if he could handle how much control she had over him, all forms of him. Ward, Alex, even himself as he was now.

He had no clue who he was, but he knew who she was.

Then there was Tommy. He had no attachment to Tommy as Grant Ward. But, the greatest attachment he had ever felt before with him as Alex Moore. This left him fearing that if he was to become Ward again, would he lose Alex's son?

He couldn't live through that.

Then there was the situation at hand. They were in danger. Danger he didn't know how to protect them from. As Ward would he be able to protect them; would he even want to?

Alex had wanted answers and that had left him with nothing but questions.

He paid no attention to his surroundings, but somehow he found himself ducking underneath a bat that had been swung at him. His body moved and he let it. The men around him didn't stand a chance.

After the initial attack, he had been attacked by another from his left. He swiftly dispatched his second attacker with a single punch to his throat. The man from before came at him again with the bat and this time he caught it.

The man then struggled to pull it from his grip, but it seemed as if his grip was unbreakable. He quickly brought his other hand forward and pushed the arm that held the bat down before releasing the bat and grabbing the man by the head and brought it down. He then had a quick jab to the man's face.

He went down after his quick succession of moves. With both attackers on the ground he turned to face his final foe. The man quickly tried to pull a gun, but he was too fast.

He grabbed the wrist of the man's gun hand and quickly turned his body into that of his attackers. He elbowed the man in the chest before he flipped the gun from his hand and into his own. The attacker fell to the ground.

He turned to face him. The gun in his hand aimed between the man's eyes. It would have been easy to end his life. "Leave." He said in voice that he recognized as not Alex's. The man scrambled away and turned the corner.

He didn't… he didn't know how he had done that. How he was capable of doing that? Were these the skills of the man named Grant Ward?

He needed to know. He needed to know what was going on. He had to go back. He felt some comfort in the fact that if he could fight like that even without Ward, then he could protect the family that Alex had.

He wanted answers. He wanted to be Alex again, he wanted to be Grant Ward. He wanted Skye and Tommy back. How could he accomplish that?

It was a few hours later when he made it back to the beach house. The lights were still on, at least a few. He entered through the front door and found the place in chaos. It looked as if a tornado had stormed through while he had been gone.

Or maybe an earthquake.

Where were Skye and Tommy? He made his way to living room as quickly as he could and found them where he hoped they would be. Skye and Tommy were curled up together in the playpen on all of the pillows and blankets.

Skye's laptop sat open and he was able to tell that it was showing the feed of a camera that was placed at the front door.

She had fallen asleep waiting for him.

Finally, he allowed himself to take them both in. They were beautiful. Tommy slept peacefully curled up into his mother's chest. Skye slept as well, her face finally smooth and no longer in a perpetual frown.

He wanted them, he wanted them to be his so badly.

He reached down and allowed his hand to rest on the sleeping chest of his son's, who he hoped was still his. Tommy breathed deeply and his heart thrummed softly in his chest. A tear came to his eye. His other hand came to slip under Tommy and he lifted him carefully into his arms.

After he made sure Tommy was still asleep, he made the journey upstairs and into the first bedroom he could find. The master bedroom. He gently laid Tommy on the bed. He didn't want to leave him, but he once again made the trip down stairs.

This time he lifted Skye into his arms. It felt right, the first thing to since he had lost who he was. She stirred as he carried up the stairs. "Mmm, Grant?" She mumbled, he felt it when she realized she wasn't dreaming. Her arms came around his neck in a tight grip and she pressed herself closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder.

"You came back."

He slowly placed her on the bed and climbed in beside her. She molded her body to his, leaving only enough space between them for Tommy to lay. He reached across and laid his arm on her waist.

His grip on her was tight, but she didn't seem to mind. He needed to touch her. "I'm came back" He echoed before he shut his eyes and tried to sleep.


A.N: I feel so bad for the whole family. They're all going through so much and it's my fault. I'm sorry if Grant's point of view is confusing, but he's not referring to himself as Alex or Ward, as he doesn't see himself as either of them. I really hope you liked it. Let me know.