Dear Inkdrops , welcome to another chapter!
I realized the last chapter was totally weird since Xandra can't talk and I forgot about that, so I went back and fixed it.
So, I hope this time I managed to make it more consistent.

Disclaimer: I only own Xandra.

Fly and Crash

Xandra had always loved being up in the air, no matter whether it was climbing, or jumping out of a plane with a parachute, or rollercoasters - or flying a plane. She had gotten her license as soon as she could (behind her father's back) but barely ever flown alone. Safety reasons and all that crap. So, to be honest, this was exciting. Feeling like the protagonist in a spy movie, sexy and daring and - she laughed silently. Wasn't she just living a spy movie? Or, actually - she had been living a drama for most of her life, a spy movie for the last two or three years, and now the screenwriting had been turned up into science-fiction. Other people would die for that kind of excitement - ironically, since these events might very well get her killed in real life. She laughed again, a bit desperate now. Even though she didn't mind the excitement, a little bit of a normal life would have been nice, for a chance. With normal hair and a voice that worked. A working relationship and a 9 to 5 job. Though, seriously, most on the stuff was on her. She could have said no. Truly. She could have. On so many occasions, she could have walked away. But she didn't.

Adrenaline and the hope to be recognized, finally, for who she was - it was a drug. An unhealthy ambition. An addiction. One you got used to and then need more to still feel anything. It wasn't healthy and it came at a cost - health, friendship, lovelife. They had suffered. And for what? A kick, And a father who still only saw her as a nuissance he could hurt if it suited him.
However, under these ruthless assessments of herself, she also knew that she had been driven by the hope of doing some good when joining S.H.I.E.L.D. in the first place. That, despite everything, there had been kind of an idealist inside of her, who believed in the good in people. An idealist who was incredibly scared of the unfeeling blankness that now seemed to overcome her from time to time.

For the first time, she allowed herself to wonder what would become of her. Could she run forever? Potentially yes, though it was doubtful it would work longtime. Coulson's ressources, if not perfect, were still far-reaching. He had allies, could call in favours, probably more than she could, especially on a short notice. Maybe, if she could find a way to fix herself - that might be an option. Then she could just go on as before. The thought was kind of depressing, but practical. But before thinking about any of this, she needed answers. As it turned out, she reached her destination quicker than expected and was even a bit sorry about it.

To call for the tower she had to type the words into her speech app and hope not to crash the plane while typing - but it worked. It seemed to be only a small, inconsequential airfield, probably for hobby pilots. Her landing would definitely draw attention, she could only hope nobody would post a picture on social media. Nevertheless, when she arrived, there was barely anyone there. Apparently there had been some "security problems" so they had asked the people to leave and only just now re-opened the area. Xandra smiled politely, nearly bouncing on her heels while listening to the young police officer that would not stop prattling on. Finally, his superior oficer called him over and the woman continued towards the exit when her phone rang.

"The blue van down the street. Keys are in it."

Scoffing silently, she followed the instructions, always keeping out of the range of the security cameras. As she slipped into the van, she found the keys as told, but no further information. Suddenly, the phone rang again and she received the coordinates to go to her destination. She was already wondering whether this would be the end of her journey, since the whole run felt more and more like geocaching. She drove through a little cosy town and left it again. Just as the road became worse, there was a middle-sized house with a white fence on the right side. Her phone beeped. This was it. Xandra parked and got out. It dawned on her that she should probably be nervous, but she was only curious - and hungry (again). So she rung.

He opened the door, wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap. Wordlessly she pushed past him until she had reached the small entrance hall, tuning towards him. Xandra heard the clicking of a couple of security locks, then felt herself be pulled into a tight hug.

"Glad you're ok," he huffed.

She slapped his arm. "Ok" was not what she would call herself right now. He motioned for ehr to follow him into a small kitchen where he leaned against the cupboards. Only since her super-hearing could not detect anything unusual, Xandra relaxed slightly.

"I taught you well," the man remarked off-handedly.

When Xandra flipped him the finger, he just laughed. "Admit it girl, I did. You successfully outran a bunch of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. The best actually."

She moved over to the small table where she found some paper and pens.

Gotta admit NR did most of the teaching

He raised an eyebrow. "Suit yourself. Now, we seem to have a situation here. What happened?"

I did a fieldtrip in an alien city, got encrusted in blue stuff, got a DNA-makeover with a rearrangement and new molecules in which I lost my voice, got silver hair, blue blood, super senses, emotional crap, and a fastened metabolism (I am hungry btw), got locked up and treated like a guinney pig. My one friend just crumbled and the other caused an explosion. No weird blood though - at least the colour.

The man nodded grimly. "Remarkable. But hardly surprising, given your parentage. Basically, you are alien," he stated flatly, as if talking about the weather.

She raised an eyebrow. After the days she had had, not much could shock her anymore. Obviously, she was still stunned, but the scientist in her wanted to categorize this situation and therefore needed data. Fast. If not, she would go crazy. Very soon. Might wreck something. Preferably the man in front of her.

Alien like in "weird" or alien like in "an alien"? Facts please

"The second. You are... the result of a gene-combination that should, as far as we know, be impossible. Your mother was a Kree and your father a Skrull. Both are dead, as is the rest of your blood-related family. I am sorry."

Here, he paused, seeming genuinely unhappy to tell her the news, letting it sink in. When she nodded, he went on.

"You were born on Earth, since Skrulls are shapeshifters, your body apparently also managed to "imitate" human DNA. The cocoon must now have "activated" the Kree-DNA in you and destroyed the disguise. The activation also changed the metabolism, the hair, the abilities. I know you are claustrophobic, so the loss of voice might be due to psychological trauma and not have anything to do with this directly."

Why didn't you tell me? About all of this?

Xandra was now getting more agitated, starting to pace in the kitchen. He sighed.

"Don't take it personal girl, I didn't keep it from you to hurt you. This immitation of DNA had never been heard of before, but served you well. Since it was unconcious, we were afraid it might stop once you became aware of it, hence the secrecy. I wanted to protect you, was difficult this might be to believe. These two parties have been fighting against each other for a long time, and it was unlikely they would find you. Also, if you didn't know who you were, you couldn't do anything stupid. I was considering telling you for a time, actually, but you were young, and angry and so smart you could have burned half of the universe to the ground. You know that is true. I couldn't let that happen."

He threw her a look. This actually made sense to her, even now. One thing however infuriated her.

Why that man? Why torture me so?

"Your mother was actually in a short relationship with him. It was easy to make him believe he was your biological father and would offer you the best protection. The background-check did not reveal anything about violent tendencies. I am truly sorry."

For the first time, she saw regret.

I begged you to take me away, but you wouldn't! You even brought me abck when I ran!

"We have been over that! Being raised in S.H.I.E.L.D. would have been traumativc in a different way, and we would have decided your path before you could for yourself. I wanted you to be able to choose freely what you want to do with your talents. And believe me girl, I doubt you would have wanted to end up in the system. The sad truth is that at the time, there weren't too many options that would not inevitably make you a teenage agent."

Still, you stole my identity. What is my name? Wo am I?

He smiled slightly. "You are who you have always been. You have always chosen who you want to be. But in regard to the name your mother called you in Kree - it was Xan-Dra. She chose Alexandra as the human variant. Only your last name would have been different."

What was it?

"It was Lawson."