Exo – prefix of Greek origin meaning "outside, outer, external"/ Genesis – Greek, noun, meaning "an origin, creation, or beginning". Therefore, Exogenesis (similar to the idea of panspermia) is the hypothesis that life originated elsewhere in the universe and was spread to Earth.

Cross-pollination, also called allogamy, occurs only when pollen is delivered to a flower from a different plant.

"Skye, stop putting the peas aside," Melinda said. "You'll have to eat them no matter what."

"Ugh, but mom," the girl whined, "I don't like peas."

"You have to eat vegetables to grow strong and healthy," the woman insisted while serving the girl with two chicken nuggets.

"Look," she jabbed some of her French fries with the fork and showed them to her mother, "I'm eating vegetables, right? Potatoes are vegetables."

Melinda smiled, "Peas are vegetables too. Don't exclude them."

"Mom, where's dad? He's not coming to eat?"

"I'll get your father," she told her daughter as she walked out the kitchen, "and you better start eating those peas."

"Fine," Skye muttered, stirring some peas around with the fork.

Phil was in the living room, eyes glued on the TV screen, watching the news so engrossedly that he didn't even notice his wife walking in. He only looked back when she placed her hands on his shoulders and gave them a soft squeeze.

"Dinner's ready. We're waiting for you."

"Uh, sorry, I was watching the news," he shook his head and turned off the TV. "Got distracted."

Melinda sighed and took a seat next to him on the couch, "It doesn't help watching the news, you know that."

"I know," Phil looked down at his hands, rubbing the palms together. "But it's just… they're already picking up Inhumans in Pennsylvania and New Jersey. It's only a matter of days till they charge towards New York."

"I don't fear it, Phil. Let them come, let them see what they want, draw whatever conclusions they need."

"But I fear it. There're riots and protests going on everywhere, SHILED is going after you guys with the purpose of keeping everyone safe," he air quoted. "This feels just like Stark and Banner's peacekeeping program and we've all seen where it led."

"This will be worse than Ultron."

"How can it be worse?" Coulson frowned, turning his head to look at Melinda. "An AI lifted a city skyward, intended to crash it into the ground to cause the human extinction and –"

"But everyone knew who the enemy was," her voice faded when she carried on, "not now. Now people don't know who to trust. There's fear and suspicions towards everyone. And the World's Mightiest Heroes are falling apart."

He shook his head as he spoke, "You can't be serious. You are not a threat. None of you is. I mean, look at us. We married, we have a child -"

"I may not be a threat but I can't tell you for sure that all Inhumans aren't threats. Eva Belyakov proved me wrong. Almost –" Melinda sighed, "almost got Katya to go insane. Can you imagine if… I would have never forgiven myself, Phil."

"Alright, I know that there're bad seeds everywhere, but what are you suggesting? That I just simply let you walk out that door just because you're an Inhuman and the government is scared of what they don't know?"

"I don't have to walk out that door," Melinda swallowed hard and exhaled. "You know they'll come to take me, whether we want it or not."

"Well," the scowl on his face deepened, "I'm not letting them come in here and take you. Not without a fight."

"You'll have to," she rushed to speak, not letting him argue back. "They know about me but since Skye hasn't undergone Terrigenesis yet, they don't know about her. And you need to keep her safe because it doesn't take a genius to put these things together. You need to keep a cool head for Skye's safety, Phil."

"How can I keep a cool head when I know that the agency I work for is coming to hunt you like you're a terrorist?"

"Phil, listen to me. The fact that it's SHIELD that is coming after us just makes you and Skye more vulnerable. They'll suspect every of your moves. So, please, promise me you'll keep our baby girl safe."

Phil sighed and paced around, scratching the back of his head.

"Phil," Melinda insisted, getting up to her feet, following his pacing with her eyes. "Promise me."

He turned around swiftly and closed the distance between them, hugging Melinda tightly in his embrace, "Of course I'll keep her safe, but -"

"No buts. Think only of her. I'll be alright, you know it."

He put a kiss on the top of her head and heaved a sigh, "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. I know things will be alright." She took a step back and smiled feebly, "Now, let's have dinner before Skye wonders why we're taking so long and asks her too many questions."

When they walked into the kitchen they saw the gleeful sight of Skye smiling, playing around with her fish-shaped nugget. Phil managed to smile despite the worry and the sad anticipation of knowing that he was about to lose part of his family.

"What took you so long?" she asked, taking a bite on the nugget. "Food's getting cold and mom hates when food is getting cold and we don't come to dine."

"I'm sorry, angel eyes," he put a kiss onto her hair and took a seat, "dad lost track of time. But we're all here now," Phil casted a discreet look at his wife.

Melinda directed her eyes to her plate and served herself some of the dinner, avoiding her husband's sad eyes.

"Uhm, mom?" the girl crooned with her mouth full and resumed once she swallowed some of the food, "Food's really delicious."

"I'm happy that you like, but don't speak with your mouth full. It goes everywhere."

Skye giggled and wiped with her napkin the small bits of food that had flown out of her mouth and landed on the table surface. Phil stole a French fry from his daughter's plate, without even trying to be discreet. He wanted – needed – to stir the mood and let happiness take over their dinner. He was already depressing with anxiety thoughts and the fact that their seven-year-old girl was too young to be through what was coming just killed him inside even more.

"Oh," she whined, "that was mine."

Phil popped the fry into his mouth and smirked, "You don't share with dad anymore?"

"I share if you ask."

"Alright. Here, my apologies," he picked one of his fries and put it on Skye's plate, "I ask for one next time."

"I don't want it now," she said and moved the fry to Melinda's plate, "I'm giving it to mom because she's nice."

"But I offered that fry to you, not your mom."

"It's called sharing, dad."

Melinda chuckled silently as she ate. Phil stared at his daughter and leaned over to tickle her sides. Skye squirmed and screeched in happiness.

"You smart little monkey."