Alright! I'm feeling better! Life still sucks, but I feel that continuing is something I need to do. I want to transition from fanfiction to original stories, but I will finish telling this story, and I may even make a sequel. We'll see.

Previously on: Skye and Ward were on mission when Skye's father appeared, and he doesn't approve. (Note: I see massive editing in my future, but I need to finish a first draft first ... Honestly, it's more important that I push my comfort zone than only post perfect works.) And ... Action!

"No, she hates me," I say.

"Well, then, either way, I'll be doing her a favor. Too bad that I have to let you live." Her father says, "But I need their cooperation."

"What do you mean?" I ask, carefully.

He surges forward and years of training under John Garrett has me ducking to the side, tripping him. He reminds me of my old S.O. a lot. Garrett would sometimes attack me like this, but he would often have a bit more finesse. Not as much as me, though. I've learned to avoid punches over the years.

I'm back up in a heartbeat. I punch him in the face. He gets a lucky shot in my shoulder. I just couldn't move fast enough. Strangely, the punch breaks bones.

He didn't look strong enough for that. "Agh, what is he on? Super steroids?"

Coulson shrugs. "I don't know."

"He doesn't have that many muscles, so he has to be juicing." I wince and get back up. "Ouch."

He body slams me, and I grunt, ribs cracking. "You're not good enough for my daughter. She'll never love you. And if she does, I'll kill you."

I try to leap around him, but my ribs hurt too much, and I'm too slow. He manages to hit me, breaking my leg. He grabs my gun and shoots me. It would be fatal if I didn't get any medical attention.

"I'm a doctor." Skye's dad says, "I'll let your man die unless you give me the information your scientist gets."

"Alright," Coulson says.

Skye's dad waits for Skye to send Coulson access to the satellite. She sends them quickly. Coulson then sends them to Skye's dad, and who reads his email. "Thanks. Now . . ."

He gets to work, sews me up. Then he injects me with something that has me feeling stronger in seconds. "What was that?"

He stares at me, "My own make."

I groan. I was hoping it wasn't whatever miracle juice he was using, because quite honestly it was making him crazy.

He snarls at me and leaves. Muttering something about me not being good enough for Skye.

I sigh in relief. He was gone.

I limp back to the others. "I'm sorry you were forced into that situation, but thanks. I appreciate the save."

"No problem," Coulson says.

I nod back, limping.

We leave. Skye is currently looking for the city while babysitting Twilla. I quickly take her off Skye's hands, and we start playing tag.

She tags me and I (quite slowly) chase after her.

Once I've worn her out, I call Hunter and Bobbi. They say that they captured Bakshi and interrogated him. He tried to bite a cyanide capsule, but they stopped him and he says that Whitehall knew the Red Skull.

I chat with them. They sound irritated. I tell them about Skye's crazy dad, and how he nearly killed me. "He had to be on steroids of some kind because there was no way that he was that strong."

They laugh, and we trade remarks back and forth. I tell him about Twilla and how she's doing. We have a load of fun, and a hard time stopping the conversation.

We eventually do, and I go to bed, making sure Twilla was tucked in.