ESCAPE THE DAY

WELCOME ONE AND ALL.

This is my sequel to my previous story 'BROKEN DREAMS AND SILENT SCREAMS', it helps if you have read it before you start reading this story.

Once again the title comes from the song 'BONES' by MS MR, I don't know why it just does.

As always I do not own Agents of SHIELD

Summary: Three years ago Skye and Ward ran in hopes of finding a life together, leaving the team in pieces but circumstances are forcing a broken team back together and a family to ask for the help of some old friends. SEQUEL TO BROKEN DREAMS AND SILENT SCREAMS.

Chapter 1 – Nightmares.

It had been three years since Skye had last seen most of those she had once called family, three years since she had let them believe that she had died in an explosion. Those three years had been a struggle for Skye but at least she wasn't alone, at least she had Grant Ward.

Every night Skye had nightmares and every night Skye woke screaming. The nightmares had been the same for over two years, she would dream that the bleeding man came for her, came for her son. However seven months ago the nightmares had changed, now the dreams not only included the loss of Andrew but the loss the loss of her unborn child too. Every night when Skye woke screaming Ward was there to calm her, to remind her that she was safe. He would just hold Skye and let her take her fears out on him, be it crying into his shoulder or screaming in anger. Ward was always there. The former specialist always listened and he never judged her.

They hadn't exactly been trying to have another baby but despite the nightmares Skye had rarely been happier than the day she had told her husband that she was pregnant again. Both Skye and Ward had had their concerns about adding another child into their already dangerous lives but both had agreed that they wouldn't change anything for the world.

Shortly after faking her death one of the first lesson's Skye had learned about being on the run was that you didn't actually run, constant movement was one of the ways people got caught. So after leaving their old lives far behind Skye and Ward had found a place that they had hoped to settle down. That had been two and half year ago.

The small family had chosen an almost self-sufficient farm in the middle of nowhere, far away from any major cities in which either of them could be recognized. There was a local town, it wasn't much but it provided them with the food they couldn't grow themselves and work when they needed it.

It was during one of those times that they needed the work that all hell broke loose. They hadn't crossed paths with anyone dangerous since Andy was born so although he wasn't completely comfortable with it Ward did leave his wife and son alone on the farm from time to time. Despite having almost three years of freedom Skye's level of trust in the outside world was almost zero. Not a single person in the local town knew that Skye and Ward had a child let alone that they were expecting another. The hacker had gone to great length to hid her pregnancy from the outside would, only going to the doctor, one almost five hours away, because Ward wanted to make sure everything was okay. Even when it was just her and Andy alone on the farm Skye hid her pregnancy, just in case.

It was just after midday when Andy dragged Skye outside, she had no idea where the three year old managed to get so much energy from. Andy looked like a miniature version of his father but was exactly like Skye in temperament, he was curious and wouldn't take no for an answer. Skye enjoyed her alone time with Andy, the times Ward took construction work in the town, it made the hacker almost feel normal, that there wasn't entire worlds that sought out her and her children.

It was Andy that first seemed to sense something was wrong, Skye remembered that even in the womb her son had known that something was wrong, that the Asgardians had come for them. Even though he was only three Andy knew to trust his instincts, that if he felt like something was wrong there was probably something very wrong.

Skye had been sitting on the front porch watching her son play when she saw the three year old freeze in his tracks and then sprint back to the house. She was standing by the time Andy reached her and wrapped himself around her leg. Skye had never seen her son so scared. The baby kicked her hard in the kidney, just as Andy had done when the Asgardians had arrived, it was then that the hacker knew something was seriously wrong.

A sense of dread crept over Skye as she pulled her son into the house and bolted the door behind her, she wasn't sure if it was her fear that was feeding Andy's or if it was Andy's that was feeding hers, either way both mother and son knew something bad was coming and terrified of what it could be.

Carefully squatting down to her son's level Skye gripped Andy's shoulders, to make sure his attention was solely on her, "Andy, I need you to be brave. Can you do that for me?" The little boy nodded and Skye smiled, "Good boy. Now do you remember what we talked about? I need you to go and hid under your bed and don't come out unless daddy or I say it's safe, okay?"

"Okay," Andy said weakly, his fear evident in his voice.

"Go," Skye ordered. Andy ran, how to hide was one of the first lessons drilled into him by both Skye and Ward and it was one of the few things Andy didn't argue about. Skye felt another kick to the kidney a she stood back up and ran a hand across her stomach, "I'm sorry that I can't hide you but I promise I'll do my best to protect you." There was another kick and Skye wondered if it was the baby's way of reassuring her, that everything would be okay.

Now that she knew Andy was safe Skye went over the plan in her head, her and Ward had come up with several when they had decided to make a home here. Unfortunately most of them involved Ward actually being there to help and actually knowing who or what was coming after them. Luckily the start of the plan was always the same, if you can't run make sure that they can't get in. Skye had already bolted the front door so she hurried to make sure the back door was locked before securing the windows. Andy crept out from under his bed as Skye checked the windows in hi small room but scurried back under his bed with one look from his mother.

Hurrying to her own room Skye pulled one of the emergency phones out of the draw and dialled the only number she had ever needed over the past three years, Ward's.

Ward picked up within two rings, "What happened?" There was no pleasantries, Ward would have known that if Skye was calling something was wrong and that she was desperate, phones could be traced after all.

"Something's going on," Skye replied, "I'm not sure what, just get back here. Now."

"I'm leaving now," Ward assured, "I'll be back soon."

"Hurry," Was all Skye said in reply before hanging up the phone. She wondered if Ward could hear the fear in her voice.

The next step in the plan was always the weapons, the type of weapon always changed depending on the threat but they were always needed. Ward had stockpiled all manner of weapons years ago and hid them all over the house, out of the reach of Andy. Unfortunately with her advancing pregnancy meant most of them were out of Skye's reach as well. In fact the only ones Skye had any hope of getting her hands on were the weapons stored in the living room. It was one of the smaller stores but Skye hoped it would be enough to hold back whatever was coming. However when she entered the living room Skye knew it wouldn't be enough, even if she did manage to get to them in time, if she managed to get past the man currently occupying the lounge.

The man smiled a bloody smile when Skye walked into the room, "You look so much like your mother."

Skye froze as she looked the man over, "You're not welcome here."

Sir's smile grew, blood staining his teeth, "So you know who I am?"

"I do," Skye replied, she picked up a hand towel from the kitchen bench and threw it at her father, "And you're getting blood on my couch."

Sir raised an eyebrow but took the towel anyway and wiped away at least some of the blood that had dripped onto the couch from his many cuts, "You're not surprised to see me?"

"I'm just surprised it took you three years to track me down," Skye replied. Keeping an eye on Sir Skye made her way across the kitchen, making sure her father didn't see her Skye pulled a knife out of its block and gripped it in her hand, "What took you so long?"

Sir stood up, dripping blood on Skye's clean floor, "To be honest I believed you dead."

"That was the point," Skye snapped, gripping the knife so tight her knuckles turned white, "I don't want you in my life."

Sir took a step forward, Skye instinctively took a step back, and Sir actually paused at that, "There is so much I could teach you, my daughter, about your heritage and your gifts." Sir took another step forward, "I could teach you so much, you and the child that hides under his bed."

Skye froze and Sir laughed, "What? You think I didn't know. I must admit I am impressed that you managed to hide yourselves for so long. I was surprised when I came in search of the one named Ward, the one I thought responsible for your death and instead I find you with a child, alive and well."

Skye took a step forward, her fear suddenly gone, "You stay the hell away from my son." She slammed the knife on the bench so hard it stuck into the wood, "You so much as look at him again and I will skin you alive."

Sir grinned, "Looks like there is more of me in you than you're willing to admit."

"I am nothing like you," Skye hissed. "If I wanted to talk to my son I would go talk to him not send people to hunt him down. I would not send entire worlds after him. In fact if I knew talking to him would draw those worlds to him I would stay the hell away from him," Skye yelled the last words, the anger at having spent the last three years of her life in hiding seeping into her voice. Suddenly Skye felt the baby kick again, she flinched and took a step back from Sir, the baby didn't seem to like being anywhere near its grandfather.

Sir saw the flinch and saw his daughter's hand move instinctively towards her stomach but dropped it when she saw him looking but it was too late Sir had already figured out what the girl was hiding from. He smiled, "The child you carry doesn't like me."

"Neither do I," Skye snapped, "I don't know how many ways I can say this to you, get lost."

Sir moved so fast that Skye barely saw him let alone had time to stop him, grabbing her by the wrist Sir pinned the hacker's hand to the bench and in a single movement pulled the knife out of the bench and drove it through his daughter's palm.

Skye screamed, dropping to her knees as pain shot up her arm. Sir pulled the knife out and Skye pulled the bloody hand to her chest.

Sir squatted down to his daughter's level, still holding the bloody knife in his hand, "You should respect your elders, girl. Next time it might not be your hand."

Skye looked up at her father, tears in her eyes as she clutched her bloody hand to her chest, "You're a monster."

Sir smiled and traced a bloody finger down Skye's cheek, "So are you." Then traced the finger all the way down to Skye's stomach, "And your children."

Skye spat on him.

Sir just laughed, "There's fire in you. I can use that."

Skye went to slap him with her bloody hand but Sir managed to grab it before she made contact. The hacker tried to pull her hand away when Sir lifted the knife again, only this time he didn't bring it down on Skye's hand but on his own, slicing himself across the palm. He then grabbed Skye's own bloody hand and placed it over the cut on his own hand. It stung like hell and Skye pulled her hand away as soon as Sir let go. She went to clutch it to her chest again but Skye suddenly realized it didn't hurt anymore and the blood was no longer flowing from the cut. Inspecting the hand Skye realized there wasn't even a cut anymore.

Skye took a step back, afraid Sir would strike her again and afraid that the next time he would go for her unborn child instead of her. She remembered Ward lying unconscious in her bedroom, about what he said when he woke up. Skye also remembered what Sif had said about her the night the Asgardian had followed her through the rain. Her blood was special, her blood could heal and apparently so could her father's.

Looking up at her father Skye glared, "Where were you when I got shot?"

Sir ignored the question, instead pulling Skye to her feet by the arm, "Get the boy." He snapped, pulling Skye towards the bedrooms, "We're leaving."

Skye tried to pull away, "What the hell makes you think I'll go anywhere with you?"

"You're my daughter," Sir snapped, "You'll do as you're…"

The gunshot echoed throughout the house and Sir dropped to his knees, blue veins spreading out across his face as the ICER's drugs took effect.

The shot had come through one of the windows and despite her shock Skye managed to make it to the door and let the shooter inside.

Ward wrapped his arms around Skye the second he was in the house, he pulled back checking Skye over, "Are you okay?"

Skye nodded, panic still evident on her face, "I think so."

"Get Andy," Ward replied. "I'll take care of him," Nodding to the unconscious Sir.

Skye looked at the unconscious man, "Are you going to kill him?"

"Do you want me to?" Ward asked, Skye wasn't entirely sure if he was serious or not.

Skye shook her head, "Not today." She then looked back at her husband, "Where are you going to stash him?"

"The Keller's are out of town," Ward replied after seemingly thinking it over for a couple of seconds, "They've got a cellar. If I tie him up down there that should give us enough time to make a run for it."

"Okay," Skye agreed quietly.

Ward took a step forward and wrapped his arms around Skye, planting a kiss in her hair, "You're okay." He assured her, "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

Skye pulled back and smiled weakly up at Ward, wiping the last of her tears away, "When do we leave?"

"As soon as we're ready," Ward replied, "Just check on Andy and I'll take care of him." He reminded Skye of the unconscious man on their living room floor.

Skye just nodded before leaving Ward to deal with the body. Hurrying into her son's room Skye called the little boy's name, the three year old wrapped himself around his mother's legs in an instant. Skye dropped to her knees and pulled Andy into her arms, never wanting to let him go.

Skye was thankful to whatever god that was listening that her nightmares hadn't come true, at least not today.

Author's Note: How is that for a first chapter? Please review and let me know if I should continue, please remember that this is a sequel to BROKEN DREAMS AND SILENT SCREAMS so if you haven't read that and this story doesn't make sense you only have yourself to blame.

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