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All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing. [Edmund Burke, 1729-1797]

Chapter 13: Things I Should Never Do Twice

(Michael)

I had stayed up all night going over the notes of the Rio mission, which was one drug ring we were not going to be taking down. Tenet had put me on desk work and told me to just forget about it. I had just finished my third cup of coffee when Madelyn walked into my small office. She walked right up to my desk, slapped a slim file on it then crashed in an office chair and glared at me.

"I can see you got your beauty sleep." Madelyn said shifting in her seat.

"Looks like I'm not the only one." I said as placed my coffee cup down.

"All night," Madelyn stated running a hand through her hair, "All night, Michael."

"I'm sorry-"

"All night, I haven't slept."

"I said I'm sorry."

"I don't want to look in a mirror, I'm afraid of what I'll see!"

"I'm eternally grateful." I said raising my hands up in defense, "You look great."

"You had me working all night on a wild goose chase." Madelyn said getting up and planting her fist on my desk.

"Maddy-"

"She's a pretty clean slate, and you had me working all night on it." Madelyn looked tired and very frustrated.

"So what did you find?" I asked waiting for her to calm down a little.

"Alison Dalton," Madelyn said getting so more composure, "No birth certificate-"

"How is there no birth certificate?" I asked which only got a very annoyed look from Madelyn, "Sorry."

"Like I said, no birth certificate, but there were adoption records, from a Logan and Tracey Dalton which leads me to believe Dalton isn't her real last name-"

"Did you find out what it was?" I probed which got me a punch in the arm and another glare from Madelyn.

"Do you not think I tried? It just has her first name and the rest of the records are sealed by a judge, and when I tried to have the geeks hack them, their mother board got fricken' electrocuted to a crisp and they've been offline for hours."

"So that's it?" I asked and by the new look I was now getting I was starting to worry for my health.

"So, instead of looking at Alison Dalton I looked at the other people on the records." Madelyn said giving a pause for a long yawn, "Logan and Tracey Dalton, also very clean, property in Miami-"

"Where?" I asked grabbing a pen and stocky note.

"But-"

"Where?" I said again, Madelyn rolled her eyes.

"In the file," Madelyn said leaving, and then called out when the door was closing, "right after their death certificates." I dropped my pen and leaned back in my chair as I rubbed my face.

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(Alison)

It started with coldness that chilled me to bone. Then the tremors, at first it was just complete and utter darkness. It was so dark that I hoped for something, anything— which reminds me, next time to be clearer on what that would be. Because out of the trembling, the darkness, the cold, came a sort of relief I had only known when pain had been so unbearable. I had only felt this sort cold relief once before…

"Nice try my little butterfly, you should know by now that you will never be able to get away from me." A scratchy, but unfortunately familiar voice that made me shiver even more than before.

"You can try, but I'll always be here with you." He said in a way that made me feel like the hopelessly trapped seven years old again, that had only one way out. You couldn't blame me for what I did that day, because no matter what I will always be my father's daughter. I felt the scary sensation of falling flood through me and as much as I tried I couldn't help but scream. I waited for the moment when I would wake up and realize it was all just a terrible dream, but it never came. I didn't wake until I felt myself shaking—

It took a lot for me to just open my eyes. The room was still a little dark, but I could just make out the shape of Clint.

"Thank God, Alison I thought you'd never wake up." Clint said lying down next to me on my bed. I rubbed my eyes and looked over at Clint.

"How bad was it?" I asked to which Clint let out a chuckle.

"I thought that was my question?" I just looked at him sternly, to which he caved.

"Hayden said that both she and Eve tried to wake you, but when nothing worked she came and got me, apparently right after she left you then started screaming." Clint said not looking at me, "Your turn." I shivered at the thought of the dream, it was like a bad memory— or at least that's what I would tell myself, that was the lie I would tell myself so I could keep going. In reality it was a part of me, a part that I wish we just go away.

"Just a bad dream," I said and Clint looked at me skeptically. I didn't know what to tell him other then the truth.

"You know how I bounced around different foster homes, and well one of them was with a man known as Amos Deeds. He abused me and some of the other kids. He didn't call us by our real names; instead he gave us pet names," I said wiping away a stray tear, "He called me his little butterfly." I tried to stop the tears, but they just kept coming. Clint wrapped his arms around me.

"Do you want to do something today to keep your mind off of it?" Clint asked holding me tight. I just nodded my head.

"I've got the gun range to myself at four, would you like to join me?" I nodded again, "Okay I'll meet you there at four, until then just sleep." Clint stayed with me for a while then left, I closed my eyes and quickly fell asleep.

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(Alison)

I woke up with the sun gleaming in my eyes; usually I liked the sun, usually being the key word. It was right in my face and every time I tried to fall back to sleep I couldn't because Mr. Light was right in my face. So I moved. First I turned and lay down on my stomach which as I found was really uncomfortable. Then I tried laying on my right side which just felt weird. Next I flipped to my left side, which also didn't work to the fact that now I had the sun in my eyes again. Finally I laid back down on my back and propped a pillow up to block the sun light. There was just now the problem that I was missing the pillow behind my head. I sighed and looked at the clock. 3:49. I groaned, I wasn't at all in the mood to get up. Not only was I really tired, but after that dream before the thought of getting up was only filled with dread. But I knew I had to get up so I could get ready to go shooting with Clint at four. I grabbed a pair of tight faded jeans and a white wife-beater. I grabbed the Beretta off the table, the one I had grabbed from Hayden before I went to bed. I had one of my black converses on and the other one haft on as I hopped out of my room.

"Well someone's in a hurry," Hayden said watching me try to tie my shoe's and walk at the same time.

"Hey sorry about before, but how about I'll grab a pizza on my way back?" I asked now done tying my shoe.

"That sounds great," Hayden said then looked over at Eve's room, "And maybe a salad or two."

"Fine, I'll be back in a couple hours, bye." I said waving at Hayden.

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"Damon could still be alive? We should not rule him out just yet." Fabian asked cutting off pieces of apple with his knife then eating them.

"Well then that's too bad, he had the two weeks to kill her and return, since he is not here, I guess we're going to have to just get someone else to clean up for us." Roman said, not even looking up.

"What about Armand?" Fabian advised, "He hasn't failed yet." Roman turned to look at Fabian.

"Let's just hope for your sake that he doesn't."

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(Alison)

It was nice going to the shooting range. It helped relieve me even more then running on a tread mill for a couple hours, I just wish I had thought of it before.

"So tell me about your new roommate, are you and Hayden getting along with her?" Clint asked loading his Glock. I shrugged.

"We don't really know much about her," I said firing off a couple of rounds, "She keeps to herself, oh and she can sneak around the house really well, it's getting kind of scary." Clint let out a snort.

"What did you except, she's Evelyn Robinson," Clint said looking at me, I felt like I was missing something," You know The Fox." Clint said like I was missing something.

"Who is that?" I asked taking off my glasses to rub my eyes.

"I forget sometimes that they don't tell you everything," Clint emptied his clip and took off his ear protection before continuing.

"The Fox, or Eve was a small time theft that later went on to the big leagues, she's famous for her stealth and not being caught, she made some friend with a gang and exchange for information she got a clean slate and the opportunity to come here." I put my glasses back on and raised my gun; I aimed then fired until the clip was empty. Clint flipped the switch and the target came whizzing towards us.

"Well I can see you haven't lost your aim." Out of the 5 bullets they all hit the "X" in the middle.

"It's nothing, thanks for letting me come here with you," I said reloading my Beretta.

"No problem." Clint laid his Glock down and crossed his arms then asked, "Do you want to talk more?"

"What's there to talk about, I had a crappy childhood, and a lot of people have crappy childhoods. Just some more crappy than others," I said finishing reloading.

"Alison, don't do this, don't just shrug it off. Coulson wants you seeing a psychologist, I think it's a good idea," Clint said analyzing my reaction, "And who knows, it might help." I really wasn't happy with the idea of going to a shrink again.

"Look Alison all you have to do is talk, you just have to talk for thirty minutes every week or two and that's it."

"You know you could've decided a better place to tell someone to see a therapist other than a gun range, I mean what if I got angry I could just shot you and say it was an accident." I said in a joking manner.

"So you'll do it?"

"Yes, I'll do it," I said, "But if I kill them that's totally not my fault."

"Okay, your first appointments tomorrow morning don't be late." Clint said giving me a stern look.

"Does that mean I can't stay up tonight and watch movies and eat pizza?"

"Just don't be late," Clint said shaking his head, "And for both of our sakes don't kill them."

"I'll try," I said, "I should probably go; you want to join us tonight?"

"Nah, I got some paper work I have to finish up," I shrugged then started to leave, "oh and Alison." I turned.

"Yes?"

"Be carefully would you, with Eve."

"Eve? Why do you want me to be careful with Eve?" I asked crossing my arms.

"It's just you don't know how dangerous she could be, she keeps to herself, no one really knows anything about her."

"Then maybe she'll be the perfect roommate."

"And why's that?"

"Like you said no one knows her, maybe because no one's tried. And besides she probably distances herself from others might just mean she's never truly had a family before or even people around she trusts, I can get that."

"Just be careful." Clint said restating himself. I got that he just wanted me to be safe, but that doesn't mean that it didn't piss me off a little.

"Bye Clint." I said waving towards him as I left. I dropped by the cafeteria and grabbed a pizza. I was just about to leave when I remembered about the salad. I grabbed a couple then quickly made my way back to the apartment. I was surprised to not only find Eve out of her room, but she was also talking with Hayden.

"Hey guys, I grabbed the pizza and a salad," I said putting everything down, "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah everything's fine; I was just talking to Eve here," I looked at Hayden and gave her a head motion to join me in the little kitchen, which she did reluctantly.

"What?"

"How'd you get her to talk to you?" I asked watching Eve.

"Easy Alison," Hayden said throwing her arms up in the air, "I threatened her with my weapons of mass destruction, how else do you think I did it." Hayden said sarcastically- then again this was Hayden… I was about to raise my eyebrow but I then remembered the last time I did that and I almost started World War 3 and I decided against it.

"Hayden cut the crap how'd you do it?"

"I talked to her like another human being."

"Wait, wait, wait, you're a human being?" I asked jokingly which was only responded to with a very un-amused expression. Hayden turned and went back to Eve, and I had a feeling I was never going to hear the end of this. Which reminded me to update the list of things I shouldn't do around/or too Hayden, and this one would be; don't piss off Hayden by sarcastically questioning her existence as a human, you might think it's funny, but like many other things, Hayden does not. I can only hope that I'll remember the things that I should never do twice.

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