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"The monsters are gone."
"Really?" Doubtful.
"I killed the monsters. That's what fathers do."
― Fiona Wallace

Chapter 15: Sweet Dreams

"So would you like to talk about it?" Dr. Reese asked, after he had discovered me in the hall he had guided me to his office. I was now sitting on them same couch I was on just a short hour and a haft before. But this time I had a nice warm mug of tea in my hands.

"Not much to talk about, it's not important." I mumbled softly as I took a quick sip of the tea. He didn't answer, he just kept a straight face and waited. I hated the waiting game, which is slightly surprising considering my profession. But I wasn't the same person anymore. Or was I?

"It's my dad." I said putting the silence to rest. Dr. Reese made a slight O shape with his mouth and nodded slightly.

"I'm guessing you've read the file?" I asked taking another sip of the tea. Reese nodded his head again slightly.

"Yeah well I just found out that he's in critical condition after being stabbed in prison. I don't know what to do." I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. I didn't like showing this much of my self. It made me feel weak. I didn't like feeling weak. "I hate and blame him for so much its just that I don't understand it. How can I hate him so much, but then cry about him?"

"Alison you haven't had an easy life. And part of that goes to the environment that you were forced to live in, and because of that environment you had to put up walls to protect yourself. And now that you are out of that environment, much like before when you were adopted, your going through a change. In which you're having to face your past and take down those walls. I wish I could tell you that it will be easy, but I can't. And with the situation right now with your father even though you hate him, he is still your father, and he is still a part of your life that effects you. Now it's up to you to determine how much of your past and your father that you want to effect you." I nodded and started to get up, "Also this is all your choice, but you might want to think about seeing him." Dr. Reese suggested. I'd have to definitely think about that last one.

"Thanks Doc."

"Remember my door is always open if you need it." Dr. Reese called out as I left.

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"I still can't believe your doing this." Ryan said shaking his head as we walked into Miami-Dade Correctional. I looked at my watch it was only a little after three in the afternoon. Our flight had been only about an hour and a haft, but had felt much longer.

"Ryan this might be the only way I be able to find out." I said taking off my sun glasses and walked up to the guard behind the visitors center counter.

"Excuse me we're here to talk to inmate Timothy Comrade."

"I thought I told Becker that we didn't need an outside investigator on this. Just a straight up prison yard scuffle." said not getting p from his chair.

"As interesting as that sounds, we're just here to talk to him. I called before," I said.

"Oh yeah the Feds, I remember now!" The guard said typing in the computer, "Let's see 05108-211, he's in the hospital ward if you want to still talk to him, down the hall, then two right," He said pointing to our left. I looked at Ryan and shrugged. After 10 minutes of walking we learned it was our right and 1 left turn. There were 5 inmates in the medical ward and with some help from a nurse we finally found him. He had a black eye and what looked like a bulky bandage on his stomach under his hospital gown.

"Mr. Comrade." I said and his eyes fluttered open. I hated to admit it but he looked a lot like Lillian - Alison. Or I guess she looked like him.

"You must be the ones that want to talk to me." He said matter of factually then spit blood into a bowl next to him.

"We'd like to talk to you about your daughter."I said looking him over.

"Ali? What she twenty now?" He seemed to ask, but not to us.

"Mr. Comrade-"

"Ah, ah, ah. What's in it for me?" He said, his eyes gleaming like a cats'. I looked at Ryan then back to Comrade. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

"You wouldn't." I said glaring at me with hatred.

"I don't know. Depends on what you say."

"What do you want to know?"

"Do you know anything about her now?" I asked, "Has she ever contacted you?"

"You think she wants to hear from her dear old dad? Please, I got updates every now and then, but then as I said, got."

"Who kept you updated?"

"I still have friends on the outside that help me every now and then." He said smirking.

"Is that all?" Ryan asked looking about.

"One other thing, I hear she's a lot like me. I guess apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Except I'm not just some cold hearted bitch." He said with a smile that showed just how evil he really was.

"Well, from the way it looks it, someone in here's been making you their bitch." Ryan mumbled under his breath, I turned to Ryan, "That's it we're going." I was pretty pissed by now. We had come all this way. For nothing.

"So tell me what did my little girl do to get you so interested?" He called from behind us. We kept walking.

"Where do we go now?" Ryan asked walking beside me.

"Now I'll met you at the car, I have to go have story time with a couple inmates." I said looking at him, Ryan stopped me. I looked at my watch. 3:12. I'd give myself 3 minutes.

"Michael you can't just-"

"I'll meet you in the car." I'd have to make them a quick 3 minutes. Especially for what I was planning.

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I watched them leave then waited till the nurse came over and injected a sleeping medication into his IV. It didn't take long for the medication to take effect and according to his monitor he was fast asleep. I had grabbed a pair of scrubs and put them on over my cloths to look like a nurse. I went over to his bed and grabbed his chart. Bruises and a stab wound to the abdomen which had hit his left lung. He was still in critical condition. But this was still only his first day out of surgery. Right now he was on a dosage of morphine and blood thinners. I guess to keep the pain down and to stop possible clots. I grabbed an empty caped syringe from the crash chart and took off the cape. Then after some fidgeting around with it I carefully moved aside his hospital gown and then quickly injected him with the syringe. I had to act fast. I put the cape back on the syringe and into my pocket. I was about to leave when I looked back.

"Sweet dreams Dad," I said then left quickly without catching anyones attention. I was turning the first corner when I heard the unmistakeable sound of the heart monitor alertly everyone the he was starting to go into heart failure. I quickly left the building and climbed into the black SUV that was waiting for me.

"Nice outfit." Coulson said signaling to the driver.

"Thanks," I said looking out the window, "And thanks for letting me see him."

"How long has it been?" Coulson asked, I looked over at him.

"The last time I saw him was in a court room, fifteen years ago," I said honestly

"We saw a two CIA agents leave a little while before you," Coulson said.

"So?"

"One of them I noticed was Agent Easton." Coulson said nonchalantly, "Anything you want to say?" I thought about it for a second. I didn't know how I was going to tell him that I needed that black dress now.

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"Finally! Home sweet home! And it's only 5:30, man I could fall asleep right now!" Ryan said crashing on the small couch in my office. I set my bag down next to my desk then sat in my chair. I looked over my desk to make sure everything was like I left it. The last time I was gone Madelyn had helped herself to not only my stash of Jolly Ranchers, but also chewed on all of the caps of my pens, used up all of my tape, connected all of my paper clips together, swapped some of the keys on keyboard and rearranged everything on my desk. I looked around and found a bright pink sticky note on the middle of the computer screen. I shacked my head. Only Madelyn would do that. I grabbed it and read over the sentence on it. Call once you get back from your "man excoriation" . Under it had Madelyn's number. I grabbed my phone.

"What is it?" Ryan asked not even bother to sit up, let alone open his eyes.

"I'm trying to figure it out, give me some time." I said dialing Madelyn's number.

"Took you long enough." Madelyn said, her voice as blunt as ever, even the static over the phone couldn't hide her apparent annoyance.

"Hello to you too." I said in a sarcastic tone. Madelyn tisked.

"Who pissed in your pineapple juice?" Madelyn asked.

"What?!" Like usual Madelyn had me confused.

"Who barfed on your bacon?" Now she sounded more surprised.

"Umm?"

"Crapped in your Coca Pebbles?" She asked again.

"You have me totally lost now."

"Seriously? How about shit-" She started to ask.

"Madelyn the sticky note." I said driving back to the original point.

"Oh yea..." Madelyn said breaking off, "How was the man excoriation?"

"Man excoriation? What even is a man excoriation?" I asked then caught myself, "No don't answer that!" Madelyn was famous for being able to get off topic, luckily, it wasn't the only thing she was good at.

"The sticky note said to call you back right away, what is it?" I asked a little too angrily for Madelyn's tolerance.

"Seriously, like who killed your kitten? Because it seems like your getting angry way to easily now a days. Now I don't know what it is, but you've been acting like this ever since you got back from Rio. If you don't figure it out, Michael, your going to end up in trouble." Madelyn said sternly, "So would you like to hang up and have a little cool down before you call me back?" Madelyn asked now in a caring motherly tone. I reclined back in my chair and let out a long sigh.

"Thanks Mads," I said cooling off a little.

"Now, my turn. Do you think you'l need anymore help from Timothy Comrade?" Madelyn asked, I sat forward quickly.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well let's just say it's a good thing you went and talked to him, because he's dead."

"What?!" I quickly grabbed a pen and threw it at Ryan and just as he was about to yell at me I waved him over, "Hey Mads can you repeat that." I said as I put the phone on speaker phone.

"Sure, Timothy Comrade is dead. They pronounced him at 3:21p.m. It looks like heart failure." Ryan looked at me with a shocked face.

"Michael that's maybe 10 minutes after we talked to him." Ryan said and I nodded in agreement, "You don't think that maybe talking to him might have?" Ryan asked.

"No." I said shaking my head.

"Could it be story time?" Ryan asked looking at me.

"Story time? Who had story time?" Madelyn asked urgently then let out a sigh, "Oh Mike, you didn't did you?"

"Yes I did, but I didn't talk to anyone there that could've gotten to him that fast. No some one had to already be there waiting." I said clarifying.

"Um this might be a long shot, but could...Alison...have...done it?" Madelyn asked, the room got very silent.

"Why? I mean Ryan you heard Comrade, he hasn't heard anything about here in a long time." I asked looking at Ryan.

"He might have known more then he was letting on?" Ryan asked shrugging.

"So, what would Alison gain from killing her dad?" I asked throwing my arms up in confusion.

"Revenge. I mean they do say it's a dish best served cold." Madelyn said, "But that's kind of obvious isn't it?"

"But why now?" Ryan asked. We were all silent. All probably thinking the same thing. Only one person knows that answer.

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"So, would you like to talk about it?" Dr. Reese asked, I could feel his eyes studying me. It was Sunday morning. And when I say morning, like really early morning. Coulson had Clint and I catching the early morning flight to Florida to catch my father's funeral. I wanted to go alone, but Coulson said that it was either I go with Clint or with a group of agents. Then again I guess it was better to go with just Clint then not at all. Even though my appointments were on Mondays and Fridays I thought talking to him briefly might not be the worst thing.

"Well you said your door was always open." I said looking around the room.

"And?"

"I'm a little concerned that its 5:30 in the morning, on your day off and your already in your office and totally okay with seeing patients. I mean, has anyone checked out your mental health lately?" I said finally making eye contact with him. He laughed.

"What can I say, I'm a morning person and I figured one of my patients may need me today." Dr. Reese said giving a supporting smile. I nodded slowly.

"I'm leaving for my dad's funeral today." I said with a sorrowful smile.

"How do you feel about that?" Reese asked, I thought for a second.

"I'm glad you suggested to me to go see him." I said truthfully.

"Did you talk to him?"

"Yes." I said closing my eyes and thinking about it, I'm not sure if Dr. Reese would count telling him "sweet dreams" after I had mostly ensured his death as talking to him. Then again I hadn't really meant it. He was also asleep when I said it so I guess he probably wouldn't have heard me either so...Well then again it's not like I'm going to come out and say he couldn't really hear me because he was asleep and starting to die. That might not be the best thing to say as I'm about to go to his funeral.

"Do you feel like you've gotten any closure from it?" I opened my eyes and pursed my lips.

"Yes." I said with fake confidence.

"Good, anything else?" Dr. Reese asked smiling.

"No, I've actually got to be going. I'm going to be late for a flight." I said getting up, "Nice to know my therapist is as crazy as I am and wakes up this early on the weekends." I said with a smile. I left giving a quick wave.

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