Ivy here.

Turns out, when you own an awesome scientific teleporter, you don't need to wait for little things like entrance plans and infiltrations into top secret enemy bases.

Turns out you probably should any way, though.

I teleported directly into the base with the intention of pulling Ariel out and getting as far away as possible.

And I teleported straight into the hall where Ariel, Ward, Skye/Daisy and her father were.

There was a long pause. Everyone stared at me for a moment.

Awkward. "Hi, everybody," I said.

"Iv – Fortune Seller?" Skye/Daisy's voice squeaked.

"Hi, Skye."

"Her name's not Skye!" yelled her father.

"Sorry, Daisy's dad, force of habit."

Ward grabbed for my arm.

I punched him in the stomach so hard he staggered back a few paces.

"Ivy?" said Ward. "Why are you wearing a wig?"

Was the wig that horrible of a disguise? And why didn't he know I was dead? "Long story."

Ariel wasn't moving.

"What happened to Ariel?"

"Ward," said Skye.

I saw red.

The next thing I saw was the back of Ward's head, and my hand twisting his arm at a very painful angle. "Give me one reason, Ward, why I shouldn't break your arm. One." I twisted a little harder.

"Because it's against your rules."

To break his arm now might mess something up.

I hate it when other people are right. Absolutely hate it.

I let go. "I'll be elsewhere, Ward. Don't send anyone after me. Don't tell anyone I was here. Especially not Ariel, she thinks I'm dead, long story. And if you're ever tempted do so – or to lift so much as a finger against Ariel again, remember that I can time travel. And I know a bit of your past."

Ward nodded, rubbing the arm I had twisted.

I couldn't leave Ariel here. Not with Skye's dad and Ward. I don't trust either as far as I can throw them.

I wrapped an arm around Ariel's waist, pulling her up off the ground, and pressed a button on my teleporter.

I found myself standing in a dark room next to Fitz and Simmons. "How's it going?"

Both screamed.

"Sorry, that was unintentional."

"You're going to give one or the both of us a heart attack!" said Simmons.

"I know. Sorry. I'm used to people not noticing."

Simmons stared at me for a moment, then shook her head. "Keep that up and you'll probably have to get used to people dying of shock."

"Like I said. Sorry." I set Ariel down.

Simmons dropped down and started looking her over. "Who did this?"

"Ward. Don't worry, he'll get what he deserves really soon." Courtesy of Skye/Daisy/Quake.

"She needs a doctor's attention," said Simmons. "I assume you can get her to a doctor?"

I nodded and pressed a button on my teleporter. Nothing happened. I tried again. Still nothing. I groaned aloud.

"I can't. The teleporter's stopped working."

"Brilliant," muttered Simmons. "She's not quite in danger of bleeding out, but if she's unconscious, he might have done some damage to her brain. Or, possibly, it could be from pain. Did you see exactly what happened?"

"No. I just found Ward and Skye and Skye's dad – it's complicated, don't ask right now."

Ariel moaned. "What... happened?"

I quickly adjusted my wig.

"Do you remember everything?"

"Yeah. Ward used me as a punching bag. Kind of... hurt." Her words were slurred together. "Probably shouldn't have tricked him." She squinted at me. "Am I dead?"

"I don't think it hurts after you die," I said.

"Oh. Right. Sorry, you just reminded me of someone I know who's dead."

I glanced at FitzSimmons. They were both staring at me in horror.

"Do we die?" asked Simmons.

"Not that I know of," I replied.

Simmons gave a sigh of relief. She bent over Ariel. "She's unconscious again."

I turned my attention to Fitz. "Any idea what might be wrong with this?" I handed him my teleporter.

"What does it do?"

"It teleports me and time travels. It was a gift from the Doctor."

He nearly dropped it. "What?"

"A gift. To help me look for... someone. And run my business."

"If I didn't fix it would the Doctor show up?"

The room froze.

"Seriously, Agent Fitz?"

"It was just a thought."

There was a whirring sound. A blue police phone box stood behind us.

Simmons screamed. Fitz screamed.

The door opened.

Both Fitz and Simmons pounced on the poor Doctor.

"You're real!" squealed Simmons.

"You're here!" squealed Fitz.

The Doctor stared at me. "What?"

"Meet your fans, Doctor. The Whovians."

FitzSimmons were both talking nonstop, absolutely gushing over the Doctor. I've never seen two people more excited in my life.

It took a solid ten minutes to detach Fitz and Simmons from the Doctor. I'm not exaggerating.

"Can I see your watch please, Ivy," said the Doctor.

I handed it over.

FitzSimmons had switched to staring in awe.

"What kind of fans are they?" asked the Doctor.

"Fans of your show."

"Ah, yes, you told me about that when I took you to Midnight. Is the show any good?"

FitzSimmons assured him that, indeed, it was an excellent show.

"Ivy, you didn't tell us you'd been to Midnight!" Simmons looked at me reproachfully. "You should tell us things like that."

"I was dead, remember?"

"Oh. Right. You helped her, didn't you, Doctor?"

"Of course I did. Did a fine job of it too until she decided to visit America again."

"I wasn't exactly intending to run into them. But we're all fine, thanks. I took a quick stop and dropped him off at his baby sitter's. Normally I like him to be near me, but in this case I thought it safer that he be with a baby sitter." I hated for him to be out of my sight, but since his baby sitter is usually Mrs. Watson (from Sherlock) I don't worry too much.

The baby sitting is from a deal I made with John, Sherlock and Mycroft. Long story short, Mycroft wanted information from the Fortune Seller, I gave it to him for some money. Sherlock found out, got interested and located my apartment. Dr. Watson and his wife got involved, and I gave Sherlock some information on Moriarty in return for Mary's services as a baby sitter when ever I needed them. We live in the same apartment building, so it's no trouble to drop Phillip off, and Mrs. Watson thinks he's adorable.

"A quick stop in London?" repeated Agent Simmons.

"Teleporter. The thing's awesome."

"And that's all fixed," said the Doctor, strapping it back onto my wrist. "Be more careful with it next time, Ivy. Second time you've broken this."

"Thanks, Doctor. I'm sorry about that."

FitzSimmons didn't look sorry that it had happened at all.

He stepped toward the TARDIS.

They practically tackled him with their attentions, telling him again how wonderful he was and how long they had wanted to tell him those things.

I wasn't sure who I felt more sorry for – FitzSimmons, for seeing the Doctor go so soon, or the Doctor, for having them cling to him like that.

The Doctor gently disentangled Fitz, pried Simmons off, and stepped through the door. "Bye!"

The TARDIS whirred and vanished.

FitzSimmons stared at me. Both were in shock.

Their comm sounded. "Agent Simmons? Agent Fitz?"

They did nothing.

"Hello?"

"You should probably deal with that," I said.

Fitz answered. "Yes, sorry, Director."

"Are you okay?"

FitzSimmons fanboy/fangirling reply would have lasted for hours if Director Coulson hadn't cut them off at the three minute mark.

"Where's Ivy?"

"Right here."

"We're in. Skye's father is going to go after Dr. Whitehall."

"Do what you need to. I neither like Dr. Whitehall nor need him to continue the story line."

"Have you ever liked anyone who's been working against us?"

I shrugged. "I used to have a crush on Tom Hiddleston."

"Who's that?"

"The guy who plays Loki."

There was a long silence. I seem to have a talent for creating those.

"For the record, Tom Hiddleston has a way different personality than Loki's." I also used to have a thing for Chris Evans. "Do whatever you need to."

Then I remembered something. Something very important. "But first, he and I are going to have a little talk."

I pressed a few buttons on my teleporter and found myself standing in front of him in a hallway.

He jumped.

"I'm here to talk, Dr. Whitehall."

"I've looked for you for months."

"Yes, well, I don't want to work with HYDRA. However, I might make an exception."

He waited.

"I'll looking for my daughter. Where is my daughter?"

"I really don't know what you're talking about."

"I have sources, Dr. Whitehall. Don't lie to me. I know you have information about where she is. I want that information. In return, I might do you some favors."

"Favors like what?"

"If I told you, they wouldn't be favors anymore. I want my little girl back. You have what I want, Dr. Whitehall, and I have a world to offer you in return." If he helped me get her back, I would have set him up in an alternate dimension to live out the rest of his days, instead of getting shot now.

"Get away from him!" Skye's father advanced forward toward us. "I don't want to have to kill more people than I have to today."

A gun fired.

I clapped my hands over my ears and turned to see Director Coulson.

"You're welcome!" said Director Coulson.

Skye's dad attacked him.

I momentarily debated the wisdom of helping, then realized it would probably get me beaten senseless. As much as I would have liked to help, I have a son to take care of and no death wish.

I ran forward anyway, wrapping my arm around Skye's father's throat and pulling him backwards.

That did absolutely nothing but earn me a blow to the stomach which sent me staggering back against the wall. My head smacked the wall hard and I saw stars.

He continued beating on Director Coulson.

"Do you think this is what Daisy would want you to do?" I yelled.

He froze.

Skye/Daisy/Quake/Whatever her name is now burst in.

"Stop it! Stop it or I'll shoot! Dad!"

"He took something from me."

"No. He saved you from killing more people. Now, get up and get away from him."

"You have to finish what we started."

"No, I don't. I'm not going down there. I'm not gonna change or transform or whatever you think is gonna to happen."

"Why can't you see it's a good thing?"

"Maybe it's all the dead bodies laying around or the fact that Hydra wants it. I'm gonna make sure the obelisk never gets down into that city. And you're going to leave. This is your once chance to walk away. Or I will kill you."

"Okay. I'll go. But I'll be waiting for you. After you chance, no one else will understand. They'll be afraid. Change is terrifying. But I'm your father, and I love you. I will always love you, Daisy."

He left.

Skye dropped down next to Director Coulson, crying. Then she looked up at me. "Ivy, we need to get that obelisk."