To say that Dr Reid was surprised to open his front door and find Fitz team standing there would have been an understatement. He quickly invited them inside and asked if they wished any food or drink. He ended up grabbing some bread, butter and jam alongside some tea and coffee.
"We're sorry for barging in like this," began Coulson but he was cut short by the doctor's raised hand.
"I wouldn't dream of turnin' ye away for th' world." he said as he brushed his hand over his beard. "I told Miss Simmons that if she ever needed anythin', anythin' at all to call. I wasn't lyin' when I offered my help. Now, tell me…"
The man stopped speaking at the sound of the front door opening and closing, the key being turned in the lock.
"Jack?" Reid asked, to which a voice answered that it was indeed him. "Get in here boy."
Walking into the living room was a boy of average size and build, his dark hair cut short and close to his scalp. His eyes were clearly the only feature that he shared with his father, the rest being darker and sharper than his father's own pale, softened face.
"What's wrong dad? I told th' office that I had an emergency." He paused as he survived the room's new and strange occupants.
"Everyone this is my son Jack. Jack, meet Leofs team."
The wary look immediately lifted from his brow and his lips curved in a smile as he outstretched his hand and began to greet them, taking in their names and faces.
"So you're Leofs team then. I've wanted to meet who he's been workin' with for ages." The young man smiled brightly, but his eyes dimmed when he didn't catch sight of the other boy. "Where is Leo? Dah said that I owe him a pint of Haggis."
"Jack," Reid got up and placed a hand on his son's shoulder, making Jack's eyes widen in trepidation. The man opened his mouth, attempting to get words out but when nothing came Coulson stepped in.
"Leo's father is attempting to marry him off by the end of the night."
The effect was immediate, the boy's eyes darkened and his mouth pulled itself into a snarl. "That bastard! He has no right! No right whatsoever!"
Jack hid his face in his hands, attempting to regain some semblance of control over his breathing. The room was silent until he lifted his head again, his eyes beginning to fill with tears.
"Who's Campbell tryin' to sell him off to this time?"
"A girl named Myrna." said May, her face impassive as always.
Jack's, on the other hand seemed to pale even further as did his father's. The doctor looked at May in horror as his son covered his mouth with two trembling hands.
"No. Not McFarlen's daughter. Oh good god have mercy." the doctor whispered. Jack then suddenly sprinted from the room, his face tinged unpleasantly atop his pale cheeks. The entire team winced as they heard the young man losing his stomach contents at the news, which only made their own ones churn. What could be so bad that Jack had thrown up?
Once the boy returned from his impromptu trip to the toilet, he sat down trembling.
"I don't know how much you know about McFarlen and his daughter…" he began.
"We don't know anything really other than the fact that both him and Campbell want Fitz to marry Myrna." supplied Skye.
"Well, th' first thing ye should know is that McFarlen… well let's say that he has more reasons behind wantin' his daughter to marry Leo." spoke the doctor.
"What do you mean? What kind of interests?" asked Simmons, her brow furrowed in confusion.
Jack swallowed. "He is interested in Leo… in a sexual way."
There was a moment of pure silence before it was broken by Skye's outcry of "What?"
"I'm afraid so." said Dr Reid his entire body slumped with the weight of his words. "McFarlen has always lusted after Leo ever since he was a teenager. You'd of had to be a blind man to not see it."
"But didn't you tell Campbell that there was more to the marriage? Surely he wouldn't allow it if he knew what McFarlen really wanted?"
Jack shook his head. "He already knows about McFarlen, and he doesn't give a shit. As long as Leo gives him an heir and Campbell is sure that he will have even more power than before, he really couldn't care less." Jack snorted as he looked at the team's shocked faces. "We are talkin' about th' man who locked his fifteen year-old son in a room with another 'possible bride' tellin' him he wasn't allowed to leave until he slept with her."
"What?" May's voice was beginning to betray the turmoil she felt beneath. How dare they do that to Leo, how dare they do that to a child.
"Ross Campbell isn't known for his kindness, and neither is McFarlen." spat Dr Reid. "Th' amount of times that Leo came to this house is testimony to that."
"We have to go get him back before that bastard can marry him off to McFarlen and his daughter." Jack pushed his chair back as he got up, ready to save his friend.
"Surely we should make a plan here and then go." cut in Ward who was looking at Coulson.
"We'll make one on the way. We don't have time to waste. Either we leave now or we run the risk of not getting to Fitz on time."
"Well what are we waiting for then?" Skye barked as she too pushed her chair back and began slipping her arms into her coat.
"I couldn't agree more." said Coulson as he followed the girls lead. As they all filed out the room, grabbing their bags and coats. Skye was just about to follow the others when she spotted Ward typing on his phone rapidly, his face scrunched with uneasiness.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked him calmly.
Ward finished his message before looking at the brunette. "I'm just worried about Fitz. What if we get there and it will be too late?"
"We can always take him away and I can hack into the system to delete any marriage documents there may be." She said with a small smile. "Everything will be fine."
Ward merely nodded before the two of them walked out and got into the van.

Plan went wrong.
Team woke up and overpowered the men before we were on the plane.
I haven't blown my cover but have no way of stopping them without doing so.
Are heading over to Campbell now.
Suggest you warn Ross and get him to move the wedding forward. H.H
Received and understood. Maintain cover at all costs. H.H

***
Fitz sighed as Allison gently took his clenched fist with her calloused fingers to stop him rubbing his eyes yet again. The glassy orbs were bloodshot and irritated by too many tears, too little sleep and the darkness that had permanently settled over him, thick thorns imbedding themselves into his skin, scrubbed raw in the scalding bath that Malcom had lowered him into. The foulest of cusses had passed through the older man's worry-bitten lips, his entire body the image of someone who is both angry at their inability to help the ones they love as well as at the people responsible for their loved one's hurt. He had watched as the boy he saw as his own flesh and blood lay limp in his arm, face turned in and resting on the mound of fabric formed by Malcom's rolled up sleeves.
"Bastards!" Malcom had cried, his voice hoarse with pain as he laid an unresponsive Fitz into the marble-white bathtub, the water lapping at the pale skin and curled hair. "Those damn bastards!"
He had proceeded to wash the young man as he had done so many a time before, his life and Leo's threatened constantly to be silent and to merely comply. Comply with Campbell's will, comply to ignore Leo's pain and McFarlen's hell-brought lust. It made molten lava pool in the depths of Malcom's stomach.
So many times he had thought about leaving the Campbell household, his movements spurred by his disgust at the house's master. But then his aching heart would think of the boy, the sweet boy that had taught him to read and write, who looked at him and Alison, the two people he had let into his young heart.
Malcom could never leave, staying to protect the boy as had Alison … their little lion. Their little Leo. Kind and sweet Alison who was now holding the boy as he shook in her arms, his knees buckling under the future, the dark future that threatened to overwhelm him in merely a few minutes. A pig to slaughter.
"Shh," Alison whispered, her thumbs rubbing circles into Leo's back in attempt to sooth him "Ma dear boy. Ma poor boy. I'd give anythin' to be able to stop this."
"We both would."
Alison looked at Malcom with deep sadness in the lines of her face. "I cannae promise ye anythin', I will neve' lie to ye. But I can tell ye that…" Alison swallowed almost painfully. "that ye my loved ye so much. She loved ye like nothin' else in the world. Just as Malcom and I love ye Leo. Leo, ma son. Ma precious boy."
And with those words, Fitz's eyes once again welled up with fresh tears that he squeezed between his tightly clenched lids, his lip bloody from biting down on them so hard. His knuckles whitened as he clutched onto Alison for dear life, as if time would stop as long as he held her and her him.
Malcom wiped his tears on his sleeve before glancing at the clock, his stomach dropping even further. Taking a cautious step forward he gently placed his hands on Fitz's shoulders, making him turn around slowly. Lifting his hands to cup the young man's face, he gently wiped away the salty stains with the pads of his thumbs before embracing him, his heart aching under the same iron grip that he'd seen when Fitz had hugged Alison.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry." His voice shook as he looked at Alison, his wife's face over their son's shoulder.
"I know." came the weak whisper. "Just promise me one thing."
"Yes?"
"Don't blame yerselves. Please? And tell… and tell ma team not to blame themselves. It isn't any of yer fault. Thank ye for havin' loved me. Ye made ma life better. Please don't forget that… I… I love ye."
As he watched Alison's tear filled eyes, her washing-red fingers attempting to cover her trembling chin and lips, Malcom wasn't sure how but he held the boy tighter, barely breathing for fear of harming him in their last moments together.
Then there was a knock. The three of them barely had time to pull away before in walked Campbell, his cold eyes immediately latching onto his son.
"We must begin making our way to the chapel. We've had to push the time forward by about two hours so we must leave now." He eyed his son up and down critically, inspecting the merchandise that he was about to sell on before he placed a vice-like grip on his shoulder to steer the young man out of his room before swiftly locking the exit. Malcom took a few seconds to understand the consequences of having had the door swung and locked before his very nose. He began to slam his fist against the heavy oaken door scream at his master.
"Stop this Sir! Let us out. We've been with him since he was a wee boy. Please let us be with Leo today in chapel." implored Alice through the wood to which Campbell sneered.
"That is precisely why you shan't be there today. You both care about him too much, I don't trust you to remain in line and not muck this up. I have already gotten rid of his team and now I have gotten rid of you for today. This marriage is happening because I will it and you will both obey me by remaining here." Campbell turned away from the room and began to drag the boy with him along the corridor the sound of Malcom saying to be strong and Alison's weeping voice saying everything would be okay drifting the closer he was to the chapel.