Hey babes! Back again with the second part of my Framework AU fic. This one's got a few cute, little happy moments between our little family in it. But there is also some angsty-ish stuff in there, because of for some reason my mind just thrives off that stuff. But don't worry, it has a somewhat happy ending.

Enjoy!

"What is he doing here?"

"It's fine, you guys, he's not who you think he is in here. He helped me find all of you so I could wake you up and send you back to the real world."

"Wait, why did that sound like you aren't coming with us?"

"Because I'm not. I'm staying here. With Grant. And our daughter."

"Daisy, you can't."

"I can, and I am."

"But we don't know what prolonged exposure to the Framework will do to your body."

"So figure it out. And keep my body safe for me. Put it on ice or something so it still looks good. Don't let it get all gross and decayed or anything. I'm not leaving here, I can't."

"You really aren't coming back with us?"

"No."

"We're going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you guys too, but this is what I want. It's what I've always wanted."

"Guess this is goodbye, then."

"Yeah, guess so."

She sits at the kitchen table in the dark, the moonlight shining through the glass door near her, a steaming mug of coffee sitting in front of her. She lets a small smile cross over her lips as she absentmindedly plays with the two bands around the fourth finger of her left hand. She's still getting used to them being there.

It's been two months since they got married, and a year almost to the day that she saved her team and stayed behind. It was six months after she decided to stay that Grant asked her to marry him. He used Jessica to help him ask her, and she didn't even hesitate in saying yes, she was more than happy to marry him. They didn't wait long in actually getting married, only a few months; neither of them were really into the idea of having a large, extravagant wedding. They just wanted the people who meant the most to them to be there. Of course, she couldn't have any of her team there, considering they were back in the real world. But they had Kara there, and a few of their other neighbors who they're close with. It was a very intimate and beautiful ceremony.

It's only been four months but she's still as happy being married to him as she was those first few days during their honeymoon to the beach. She really wouldn't trade a second of this life for her old life. She's happy.

"Hey, what are you doing up already?"

Lifting her head, she smiles at the sight of her husband shuffling into the kitchen, his hair sticking up at odd angles. He flips the light on as he enters the room.

"Couldn't sleep," she tells him. "You?"

"You know I sleep easier when you're beside me," he responds and then leans down to brush a kiss to her forehead. She smiles at the familiar gesture. "Want me to get breakfast started since we're both up?"

She nods. "Yeah, that'd be great. Will you make your pancakes with the chocolate chips in them?"

He smiles. "Of course."

She smiles back at him and then turns her attention back to the rings on her finger, spinning them around as she lets her mind wander.

"You doing okay over there? You've seemed a little out of it the last couple days."

"I'm fine," she tells him. Lie. Total lie. She's not fine, and he definitely knows it. He knows her so well; of course he knows she's not doing okay.

"Don't lie to me, babe," he says softly.

She sighs. She just can't resist him. "I've been having these dreams the last couple of nights."

He turns to face her as the pan warms up. "Dreams about what?"

"About when I sent the team back and stayed here with you and Jess."

He nods in understanding. "Ah. And you're feeling guilty about staying behind?"

She sighs. "I don't know. Maybe. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love being here with you and Jess, it's amazing. We have an amazing life. But they were my team. And I just abandoned them. Sort of."

"Do you want to go back?" he asks.

Her head shoots up to look at him and she shakes her head vehemently. How could he even ask her a question like that after all this time? "No," she tells him firmly. "No, I don't want to go back. I told you a year ago that I wanted to stay here and I meant every word of it."

He smiles at her. "I love you."

Her heart flutters even though she's heard it so many times before and she smiles at him. "I love you too."

"Moooommaa!"

She sighs, but can't keep the smile off her face. "Looks like it's an early day for all three of us."

"I think she's excited for what's happening later today."

"Do you think she even realizes what today is?" she asks her husband.

He shrugs. "Maybe. She is pretty smart."

"Mooommmaaaa!"

She sighs again as she stands from the table. "I'll get her, you start breakfast." She gives him a quick kiss before making her way up the stairs towards her daughter's bedroom.

The sight that greets her when she steps into the bedroom makes her heart float. Her daughter is sitting up in her 'big girl' bed; her favorite stuffed elephant clutched tightly in one hand, a wide smile on her face as soon as she sees her.

"Momma!" the little girl exclaims happily.

"Hey, Jessie," she says back, stepping forward to lift the three year old into her arms. "What are you doing up, baby girl?" She settles the little girl onto her hip. "Are you excited for this afternoon? I can't believe how big you're getting." Jessica smiles up at her and then settles her head on her shoulder. "Should we go downstairs and see daddy?"

"Yeah," Jessica says with a small nod. "Wanna see daddy."

She smiles down at her daughter and presses a kiss to her forehead. "Alright, we'll go downstairs and see daddy. I think he's even making breakfast for us right now."

"Yummy!" Jessica exclaims with a small smile.

She can't help the small laugh that escapes her as she makes her way back down to the kitchen. "Yes, the food that daddy makes us is always very delicious."

"There's my beautiful angel. Happy birthday, Jess."

Her heart leaps when she sees the look on her daughter's face at seeing the few brightly colored mylar balloons set up in the dining room right by where Jessica always sits at the table, 'Happy Birthday' written across each of them.

"Happy birthday, angel," she says to the little girl, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. "Daddy and I love you so so much."

"Which is why you get balloons at breakfast," Grant says and she smiles over at him.

"You're amazing," she tells him as she moves towards the table and sets Jessica down. "I had no idea you got balloons for her."

"I got them yesterday," he says with a small shrug. "I wasn't originally going to get any but I just thought they would be perfect as soon I saw them."

"Well they are perfect," she agrees. She steps over to him and wraps her arms up around his neck. "Just like you."

"I'm far from perfect, Skye," he reminds her. "We both know that."

"Maybe so. But you're perfect for me."

He smiles and leans down to give her a kiss. "That I would definitely have to agree with."

"Alright, where's the birthday girl?"

She looks up to see Kara making her way through the backyard, carrying a semi-large wrapped box in her arms.

Jessica shrieks happily and then darts across the lawn towards the raven-haired woman. She can't help but smile. All the memories from the last few years, as well as all the rest of the time she's spent with Kara since she got into the Framework, has really made her care a great deal about this other woman. If she's anything like the Kara from the real world might have been had she not been captured by Hydra, then she really wishes they could have done something to save her.

"Hey there, my little ladybug."

She pulls herself from her thoughts to see Kara setting the present down in the grass and picking Jessica up, tossing her in the air and then catching her in her arms again, hugging her and peppering her tiny face with kisses.

"Kara, I'm so glad you could make it," she speaks up, approaching the other woman with a smile.

Kara smiles back at her. "Did you really think I was going to miss my goddaughter's birthday party? Not a chance." That's another thing that shook her up a little. Kara is her daughter's godmother. The simple fact that she's alive in this world and is a close friend was enough to shake her, but she's Jessica's godmother as well. She's not at all opposed to that, though, seeing how much Jessica loves Kara, and vice versa.

"I never doubted for a second that you'd miss the party," she says and then looks at her daughter. "Are you happy that Auntie Kara came to your party, baby girl?"

Jessica just smiles wide and hugs Kara around the neck.

Kara hugs her back and laughs. "I'm happy too, bug."

A familiar shot of pain resonates at the base of her neck and her eyes close as she stumbles back on her feet. A high-pitched one-tone sound rings out for a split second and then it's gone, along with the pain.

"Momma? Momma, you okay?"

She opens her eyes to see Kara and Jessica both looking at her with concern written across both of their faces.

Jessica's leaning out of Kara's arms towards her and she takes the young girl into her arms. Jessica immediately wraps her tiny legs around her and looks her straight in the eyes, her tiny hands framing her face.

"Momma, you okay? Need daddy?"

She can't help but smile at the concern her daughter shows her. "No, baby girl, I don't need daddy. I'm okay. Why don't you go and play with your friends, okay?"

Jessica looks at her for another moment before nodding. "Okay, mommy."

She lets Jessica slide down out of her arms and then watches as she runs off through the grass.

"Hey, are you really okay? Or were just saying that so Jess wouldn't worry?"

She turns back around to face Kara and gives her a small smile. "I'm fine. It's just a headache, that's all. Nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Kara, I promise you I'm fine. Now come on, grab the present you brought and put it with the others then go and join the party; maybe harass Grant a little because I know how much you love doing that. Today is all about celebrating the day I pushed that cute little ball of sunshine into this world."

Kara smiles. "That definitely is something to celebrate."

She nods in agreement. "Yes it is."

"Skye, what is Jessica doing in our bed?"

She lifts her head to see Grant standing in the doorway watching her. "I have no idea what you mean," she replies, trying to pry her hands free from Jessica's grip.

Grant chuckles quietly as he moves into the room. "Well, she's not in her bed, and she's not in the bathroom, or in any of the other rooms in the house. So that leaves one more place." He sits down on the edge of the bed. "Our room."

"I don't know about any child being in here," she says with a small smile as she finally manages to pull her hands out from under the blankets. "But there is this odd sort of lump right here next to me." She pats the area where Jessica is curled up under the blankets. "And I can't figure out what it is."

"You mean this lump?" he asks, moving forward on the bed and setting his hands on top of Jessica, causing the little girl to giggle quietly.

She nods. "Mm-hmm. Maybe you can help me figure it out."

"I'll do my best," he says, and then takes a deep breath. "Alright, hmm." He begins poking different areas, eliciting more quiet giggles and from Jessica as she squirms under his touch. "It seems to be something that moves, I think."

"I came to that conclusion too," she tells him, suppressing a smile. "I just couldn't figure out what it is."

"You know, I think I have an idea what this is," he tells her, sitting back.

"Oh really? And what do you believe it is?"

"A three year old," he says with a sharp nod of his head. He reaches back out and grabs the edge of the blanket, lifting it up and smiling when he sees Jessica lying on her back, smiling up at him. "I was right," he says. "It's a newly turned three year old."

"Really," she says. "How interesting. What are you going to do with it?"

"There's only one thing to do with a three year old," he replies. He looks down at Jessica and grins. "A tickle attack!" he shouts, and then pulls Jessica up into his lap, assaulting her tiny body with his fingers, making the little girl squirm in his arms and laugh out loud.

"Daddy! Stop!" Jessica shouts after a minute, continuing to laugh and squirm. "Mommy, help!"

"You want me to help you?" she asks the little girl.

"Yeah!" Another full-belly laugh escapes the three year old.

"Oh, I don't know," she says teasingly. "I don't want to get in the way of daddy's tickle attack. He might get me too."

"You mean like this?" Grant asks, and then he's reaching out for her, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her closer to him. He keeps his other arm wrapped around Jessica as he starts to tickle the both of them.

Before she knows it, a loud laugh is escaping past her lips and she's wriggling around on the bed with her daughter. She leans over and pulls her daughter up onto her chest, preventing Grant's hands from getting to certain ticklish areas.

"Using the child as a shield, I see," he says. "Very strategic move, but it will do you no good." He leans down and lifts up the bottom of Jessica's pajama top, blowing a raspberry onto her stomach, making the little girl squeal with laughter and roll off her mom's chest.

Once Jessica is lying back on the bed, she watches as Grant moves so he's hovering above her, his lips just inches from hers. "Now then. The child is out of the way, and I have much more planned for you than just a tickle attack," he says quietly.

She swallows thickly as she stares up at him. "She's not completely out of the way," she whispers back.

He tilts his head. "What?"

"Daddy!" Jessica shouts and then launches her tiny body at Grant, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck. She moves her face down so she can look at her dad, smiling at him. "Hi, dad."

Grant laughs and sits up, pulling Jessica with him. "Hi, Jess," he says with a smile, holding her in his lap, his arms wrapped around her back. He presses a large kiss to Jessica's cheek as he falls backwards on the bed, taking the little girl down with him.

She just laughs as she watches them interact, talking softly to one another, their faces close together. Lifting herself up onto her elbows, she moves up the bed so she's lying right next to Grant and smiles up at her daughter. "Hey, baby girl."

"Hi, momma."

"Are you having fun playing with daddy?" she asks her daughter.

Jessica nods enthusiastically. "Yeah."

"We should probably start winding down now, though," Grant states, looking at his daughter. "It's about time for you to go to bed, little miss."

Jessica shakes her head. "No bed."

"Sorry, sweetheart," she says to her daughter. "Even birthday girls have to go to bed eventually. But if mommy and daddy don't have to work tomorrow, then we can all have a lazy day together."

"I think that sounds like an excellent plan," Grant tells her, turning his head to look at her. She doesn't think she'll ever get tired of the way he looks at her. It makes her heart leap every time.

"I thought it was," she says back.

"Do you want to put the munchkin to bed or should I?" he asks her.

She just smiles at him. "You can." She loves watching him with their daughter. It's one of the things she loves most.

"Right. I'll be back then. Jessie, say goodnight to mom, it's time for bed."

She smiles as her daughter leans over to give her a kiss. "Night momma."

"Goodnight, angel. I love you. Sleep tight."

"And away we go," Grant says, holding Jessica tightly as he stands from the bed and then lifts the little girl up in the air, her stomach resting on top of his head as he holds onto her sides.

She watches them leave the room with a smile on her face. Once they're gone she leans over to the nightstand and grabs the tablet, unlocking it and going into the photos taken during Jessica's party that afternoon.

She swipes through the photos and then stops on the one of Jessica smiling wide for the camera, a slice of her birthday cake sitting in front of her.

"Can't believe you're already three, baby girl," she whispers quietly as she stares down at the photo. "It's too crazy."

"That it is."

She feels the bed dip next to her and then an arm snake around her waist. She smiles as she leans into his side. "I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

She smiles and pulls away, grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together.

A sudden sharpness at the base of her skull resonates, causing her body to stiffen and her eyes to close.

"Skye? Honey, are you okay?"

She waits a moment for the pain to subside before she opens her eyes and nods her head. "Yeah, I'm fine." She turns her head to look up at him. "Just a little headache. I've been having them on and off for about a week or so."

"Are you sure it's just a headache?" he asks her.

She nods her head. "Yeah. Why?"

"Because your nose is bleeding. I don't think headaches can cause nosebleeds, but then again I'm no doctor."

She lifts a hand to her face and when she brings it back there is a small droplet of the crimson liquid on her finger tips.

"Damn it," she mutters, wiping at her nose again.

"Skye, are you okay?" Grant asks her.

She nods. "Yeah. I think I just need to go clean myself up and I'll be good."

"You sure?"

She smiles sweetly at him. "I'm sure."

"Okay. I can't promise I'll still be awake when you're done."

"It's fine. You can go to sleep. It's been a long day for all of us."

"Yeah, alright. I love you."

She smiles down at him. "I love you too." She hesitates for a moment before turning and making her way into the attached bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror and staring at herself. There's a small trail of blood coming out of her nose and she quickly grabs some toilet paper to take care of it.

Once she finishes, she heads back into the bedroom, finding her husband already asleep in their bed, his eyes closed and his breathing even.

She moves to her side of the bed and climbs in under the covers, sidling up right next to him. He immediately curls around her and she smiles. She'll tell him tomorrow, they're shouldn't be any interruptions tomorrow.

Breathing in deeply, she stretches her arms out, one hand hitting the coolness of the empty section of sheet beside her. She looks to see Grant's body no longer there, he must be up already and starting on breakfast.

Climbing out of the bed, she pads her way out of the room, stopping at Jessica's room to check on the little girl. Finding her daughter still sleeping, she continues down the hallway and to the kitchen.

She stops for a moment to smile at the relatively new photo hanging on the wall of her and Grant's wedding. They're standing in front of each other, arms wrapped around one another with their heads bent together, both of them with wide smiles on their faces.

Pulling herself from her thoughts, she makes her way into the kitchen to find Grant standing at the stove, his back to her.

"Morning, handsome."

He looks over his shoulder and gives her a small smile. "Hey. Did you sleep well?"

She nods her head as she sits down in one of the chairs at the dining room table. "Yeah. But I uh, I have something to tell you. I was going to tell you last night but then my head and my nose decided to cause problems."

"Can I say something first?" he asks, turning around to face her and leaning back against the countertop.

She shrugs. "Yeah, sure. What's up?"

"First of all, I want you to know that I love you more than I'll ever really be able to show and this past year has been absolutely incredible."

She furrows her brows and stands up from the chair. "Grant, you're kind of scaring me. What are you trying to say?"

He takes a deep breath. "I think…I think it'd be best for you if you left. And went back to where you're really from."

Her breath catches in her throat. How could he even suggest something like that to her? "What? Why would I do that?"

"Because something is obviously happening to you and you're not really safe anymore."

"And maybe it's just nothing," she tells him, taking a few steps towards him. "Maybe it's nothing at all and we shouldn't worry about it and make it a bigger deal than it has to be." She can feel the tears building up in her eyes and fights them back.

"You know I'm right, Skye," he says softly, reaching out to grab her hands. "Deep down I think you know that something is happening, and the longer you stay here, the worse it's going to get."

"I don't want to leave," she says teary-eyed, shaking her vehemently. "I want to stay here with you and Jess."

"You can't, Skye," he tells her, tears shining in his own eyes. "Staying in here, it's…I think it's killing you."

"So let it," she says. "If I'm going to die, I want my last moments to be spent with you and our daughter."

He closes his eyes tightly, a few tears escaping. He opens them again and looks up at her. "I love you so much."

"I love you too. Which is why I'm staying. I don't care what happens to me."

"But you should care. You shouldn't keep doing something if you know that it's not good for you."

"This is good for me, though," she insists. "Being here with you and our daughter is the best damn thing to happen to me since as long as I can remember."

"And I believe you."

"So you know why I'm not leaving."

He shakes his head. "You have to, Skye. You have to go back, be with your team, and save the world. Be a hero. And maybe one day, you'll find a nice guy and settle down, and have that family you always wanted."

"But I already have that with you," she tells him. "Right here is where I want to stay; I don't want to go back."

"I don't want you to go back either. But you need to. It's...it's for the best, for you."

"What's going to happen to you and Jess if I leave, though?" she asks. "Are you two just going to cease to exist? Am I going to forget about you and everything we've gone through in the last year?"

He shakes his head and swallows thickly. "I don't know. I don't know what'll happen. But what I do know is that I am never going to stop loving you with everything I have."

"I'm never going to stop loving you either, even if I don't remember you when I go back. You were one of the best things to ever happen to me, even if I was being too stupid and petty to see that."

"But now you know it," he tells her. "And when you get back there, you can really move on with your life and commit fully to someone else without holding back at all."

"No one's ever going to be as good to me as you were," she says to him, resting one hand on his cheek. "Even when times were bad you never once put me down or treated me like I was treating you. You still wanted to see the good and the light in me, even when I thought it'd all been snuffed out."

"That's because you always have been, and always will be my light, Skye. I know that's true here, and maybe it was true out in your world too. Maybe you were the other me's light but he just didn't see it until it was too late to do anything."

"Yeah, maybe. But I was too late, too. I didn't understand until he was already gone. He wanted me to understand, and I do, just not in time to save him."

"So save yourself," he tells her. "If your version of him was anything like me, then he wouldn't want you to keep putting yourself through something that's only going to do you harm in the long run. You need to get out of here, Skye. As much as I want you to stay here, I don't think you can anymore."

She nods slowly, tears rolling freely down her face as she looks up at him. The last thing she wants to do is to leave him. She never wants to leave him. "Okay. I'll go."

"Do you want to wake Jess up so you can see her one last time?" he asks her.

She shakes her head. "No, that's just going to make everything more difficult. Just…just make sure she knows that I love her, okay?"

"I promise I will." He drops her hands to cup her face instead, looking right into her eyes. "I love you so much, Skye."

"I love you too. And I always will." She closes her eyes tightly, letting a few more tears fall down her face when Grant leans down to press a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead, his way of saying goodbye to her.

She wishes she didn't have to leave, but she's knows he's right. She knows she can't stay. She knows she has to go.

Sucking in a sharp breath, she jerks upright, breathing heavily with tears already springing to her eyes. She struggles to get in deep breathes, as if her chest is going to cave in, somehow there's too much pressure on it.

"I think she's having some kind of a panic attack."

She vaguely recognizes that voice. It's been so long since she's heard that voice. Too long.

It worked. She's back. She's actually back.

"Daisy? Daisy, can you hear me?"

That name sounds so foreign to her now; no one's called her that in a year.

She doesn't know how much time passes, but everything around her eventually starts to come into focus. She sees all the faces of the people she essentially abandoned when she chose to stay behind.

"Daisy, are you okay?"

She looks up to see Jemma looking at her with pure concern all over her face and she knows there are tears building up in her own eyes.

She looks around at all of the people gathered near her and covers her mouth with her hand as she chokes on a sob, flashes of Grant and Jessica filling up her mind at a rapid pace. Their smiling faces take up all the space in her head as everything she left behind starts to hit her all at once.

"I'm so sorry," she whispers through her tears, one hand shakily finding its way to her abdomen and resting there. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Daisy? Daisy, who are you speaking to? Are you alright?"

She sucks in a sharp, deep breath, willing herself to stop crying as she looks up at the familiar faces surrounding her, Jemma standing the closest to her.

"Send me back," she says quietly.

"What?"

"I said send me back," she repeats, looking the bio-chemist directly in the eyes. "Plug me back in, do something, just send me back. I have to go back. Please."

Jemma shakes her head slightly as her mouth parts and she can practically hear her heart breaking into a million tiny pieces.

"You can't send me back, can you?"

Jemma shakes her head again. "I'm sorry, no. Since you and I hacked our way in, prolonged exposure to the Framework started to take a toll on your brain. Certain areas were starting to show less and less activity as time went on. But if we had tried to pull you from the Framework ourselves it could have done a lot more harm."

She swallows thickly. "The last week or so I'd been getting these massive headaches at the base of my skull. Sometimes it would last just a few seconds and other times it would last a few minutes."

"It was probably your brain starting to reject the Framework," Jemma explains.

"But why didn't it happen sooner?" she asks. "I've been in there for a year and it didn't start happening until just recently. Wouldn't it have happened sooner?"

Everyone around her shares a look and she shifts uncomfortably.

"What's going on?" she asks.

She watches as Coulson takes a deep breath and steps towards her. "Daisy, you've only been plugged into the Framework for a couple of months. Time must move faster in there than it does out here."

Her eyes go wide and her heartbeat picks up. "What? No." She shakes her head. "You're wrong. I've been in there for a year. Grant and I, we've been married for four months, and Jess just turned three yesterday, and I'm..." she trails off as more tears spring to her eyes. "I never got to tell him," she says quietly, her hand resting on her abdomen again. "I was going to tell him but I never got the chance, because he told me to come back here."

"What didn't you get to tell him?" Jemma asks.

"I think it's obvious," May speaks up, gesturing with her head.

Everyone else follows May's gaze, as does she, and stares at the hand that she has covering her stomach.

"You were pregnant in there," Fitz speaks up.

She silently nods her head. Then she swallows thickly and opens her mouth to speak. "I just found out a few days ago. I was so excited; I was going to tell him last night. Before the wedding we had talked about this happening, just not so soon. Jess was going to be a big sister, and we...we were thinking about getting a dog too. We were going to be the picture perfect family. And now…now it's all gone." She chokes on another sob as fresh tears start to roll down her cheeks. "I'm never going to see him again, or my little girl, and I'm never going to meet our baby and I just…" she trails off as her body begins to shake from her cries, the room around her starting to shake as well. She almost forgot about her powers. She didn't have them inside the Framework, but she does out here. Everything's different out here. She's back in the life she chose to leave behind when she stayed inside.

A pair of arms wrap around her tightly, and while she's not quite sure whose arms they are, the one thing she does know is that this must be what her hugs always felt like to her little girl; warm, loving, caring, calming, everything she needs to feel at that particular moment.

She also realizes one more thing while wrapped in that warm, motherly embrace. She can't stay here either.

Turns out that taking a sabbatical from SHIELD was the best thing she could do for herself. Being in the Framework for so long, but not really very long, messed with her head and her emotions and she just needed to get away from that life for a while.

She ended up in a somewhat small town, far enough away from SHIELD without being completely cut off from them, and she found a one room apartment that was pretty cheap but still nice.

She made a nice life for herself in the few short months that she's been there. She let her hair grow back out because being in the Framework really got her used to having long hair again, she missed it. She's also made friends with a few of her neighbors, found a nice job so that she's not just sitting around doing nothing while she's away. She's even become a regular at the coffee shop; they know what her order is going to be before she can even approach the counter.

That's where she is now, sitting outside the coffee shop, sipping away at her hot coffee, a half eaten chocolate chip muffin next to her as she types away on her laptop, working on something for her job.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, but I was hoping you could help me with something."

She looks up and her breath catches in her throat. "Grant?"

"Um, no. My name's Trevor," the man in front of her tells her.

Of course it's not really him. The universe has never been that nice to her. "Right, sorry. You just, you look a lot like someone I knew once."

Trevor shrugs. "Guess I must have one of those faces."

"Yeah, guess so." She shakes her head to clear her thoughts. If she starts thinking about him right now she just might break down and that's the last thing she wants. "I'm sorry; you came over here for something, not for me to get all sentimental about my past."

He laughs quietly. "It's alright. I was just wondering if you could help me with something. I'm new to town and still trying to find my way around."

"I've only been here a few months myself, but maybe I can still help you. What are you looking for?"

"The post office."

"Hmm, well, I don't know off the top of my head where it is, but give me a minute and I will be able to tell you its exact location." She turns back to her computer and begins tapping away at the keys, her eyes glued to the screen in front of her. "Alright, I've got it."

"Great. How completely off am I from its location?" he asks her with a small laugh.

"Not much, actually," she tells him. "You just need to keep walking about two more blocks, take a right, then go another block and you should be there."

"Awesome. Thank you so much…" he trails off.

"Skye," she tells him with a small smile. "My name's Skye."

He smiles back at her. "Well, Skye, thank you very much for helping me. It is greatly appreciated."

She waves him off. "It's no problem, really. I was more than happy to help. I like helping people."

"Then hopefully next time I need some help, you'll be nearby," he says with a small smile.

"Well I'm usually here every day before and afternoon work if you ever need any more help with anything," she tells him.

"And what if you're not here when I come by?" he asks her, leaning forward to rest his hands on the table she's sitting at.

She shifts in her seat and rests her forearms on the table, smiling up at him. "Tell you what; I'm pretty much done here so I'll let you walk me to my place since it just so happens to be on the way to the post office. And then maybe I'll even give you my phone number so whenever you need some help, you don't have to chance me not being at the coffee shop when you stop by."

"That sounds like a great plan," Trevor tells her. "But I feel like I should tell you upfront so you don't get the wrong idea or something later on, but I just got out of a long relationship so all I'm really looking for is a fresh start and a few friends. At least for right now."

"It's fine, Trevor, I get it. I actually just recently got out of a semi-long relationship as well. So I think I can help you out with the friend thing."

Trevor smiles. "That's awesome. And in that case, I would love to walk you to your place, friend."

"Let me just get my stuff together," she tells him and then begins gathering up her things.

She glances up a couple of times, finding David standing near the table, watching her with the tiniest hint of a smile on his face. She slides her bag onto her shoulder, grabs her coffee cup and muffin, and then begins walking towards her apartment, Trevor falling into step right beside her.

Maybe he was right; maybe she really can do this. Maybe she can have a normal, beautiful life like she had with him. Maybe she can have that with someone like Trevor. Or even Trevor himself. Maybe she really can get her happily ever after. Someday.

So? What did you think? Let me know in a review down below. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Please don't hate me! I love Skyeward with all my heart, I really do, but with this one, I'm pretty sure that Jemma even said on the show that prolonged exposure to the Framework could kill you. So I'm assuming that's because they hacked their way in. And I'm not sure how time actually works in the Framework, but for the sake of the story, we're saying it moves faster, because that makes sense.

I would also like to point out, that I had this whole thing written before they released that sneak peek last night of Skyeward in the Framework, so I totally called her not having her powers inside. I'm awesome.

And for anyone who was curious, it's definitely May that wraps her in a hug there near the end. Hence the 'motherly' comment.

Until next time,
Jellybean96 out!