We Could Rule

Mothering Instinct

It turned out that Ward and I were taken to an old motel for safe keeping. The room was tiny and run down compared to the hotel we stayed in before. Agents were positioned in certain places around the perimeter, being out on patrol all night.

Ward struggled due to his arm. He was too stubborn to get help, thinking that he would be alright because 'he had seen worse'.

"Look at you, you're in pain." I sighed as I sat up in bed. I had been wanting to go to sleep because I was so tired but Ward was making too much noise in the bathroom.

"For the last time, I'm fine." he said before hissing.

I got out of bed and stood in the doorway to the bathroom. Ward was shirtless, trying to clean up his wound. Crossing my arms over my chest, he stopped and looked at me.

"Bethan, just-"

"Grant stop it!" that was the first time I had used his first name."Sit on the edge of the bathtub, I'm going to clean this up."

He did as I said, not looking pleased about it. The sound wasn't too deep meaning that it didn't need stitches. We were silent as I sorted out the injury, watching his muscles tense as it stung.

"I'm sorry." I muttered every time it hurt him. Once I was finished, I bandaged it up."You've got blood all over your face too."

"I think I can wash myself."

"Too late." I smiled, grabbing a cloth and gently rubbing the blood off of his face.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Because you're keeping me safe. I have to do something in return."

"No you don't. You're probably going to knock me round the head and try to escape after this."

"Now we know that if I even attempted that, I would get no further than the front door." We shared a laugh."Ok, you're done. Just be careful with that arm ok?"

He stood up, enclosing the space between us as the bathroom was very small. I was obviously much smaller than him, causing me to be squished up against the wall. We shared a look before he moved away to the bedroom. Oh God what was happening to me?

A few minutes later, I went through to the bedroom. He was stood by the drawers, loading his guns. The clicking sounds made me jump as they echoed around the room. He placed his gun down on drawers before turning to face me. Suddenly, he strode towards me and grabbed me in his arms; the best thing I knew, we were embracing each other in a passionate kiss. I was taken aback but for some reason, I started to kiss back, falling back into the bed as he forced me forward. But I was enjoying this too much, why was I enjoying this?

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Waking up in the middle of the night, I felt exhausted. I remembered what had happened and felt no regret. I got angry at myself over this. Looking to my right, I saw Grant sleeping soundly, his arms still wrapped around my petite body. Sighing, I cuddled into him more, covering myself up with the sheets again. It felt wrong to call him by his last name now, so I used his first.

Grant could be so caring and gentle at times, maybe that's why I wanted to do this with him. What was he going to do when he woke up? Hopefully he wouldn't regard this as some sort of foolish mistake as I for one certainly didn't. But I couldn't be too sure, especially if Garrett found out. There was no telling how Garrett would react either though I was scared that it would result in both of us being punished.

Eventually, morning came and when I woke again Grant was already up. Slowly, I sat up in bed, hugging my knees to my chest. Grant heard this and turned to face me. We shared at each other for a few seconds, waiting for one of us to say something. As I found my clothing on the floor and put it on, he spoke up first (much to my relief).

"Bethan," he said catching my attention,"I need you to know that last night....it wasn't a mistake for me. But I don't know about you. If you.never want to talk about it then so be it. I just need to know if you'll still acknowledgethe fact that I am here."

Sighing, I stood in front of him."I feel the same you know." I felt like a schoolgirl again, admitting my crush on someone."I just don't think we can be like this in public. I mean, what would Garrett think?"

He nodded slowly."Yeah, I guess you're right."

I pulled down on his neck to lower his lips towards mine. We shared a short kiss before I carried on getting dressed. A huge sense of relief filled my mind. The only worry on my mind was Garrett and him finding out. But what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him....or us.

The door suddenly opened causing us to jump, Grant holding up a gun at the person. Garrett held his hands up, smiling at us. We relaxed as he shut the door behind him.

"Relax lovebirds, it's just me." He said, sitting in the armchair that was placed in the room.

I glanced over at Grant who looked shocked too. Did he know? How would he know?

"Hey I'm just kidding, I know you two despise each other. Why are you so tense?"

"Late night." Grant blurted out.

"Yeah, we were a little restless." I added.

"Well I have some good news and bad news. Bad news is that we have to stay in this dump for another night. The good news is that we're meeting up with someone who is going to be able to give us more information on your family's past."

"What do you want from me? My family has nothing to give you."

"Well it's a good thing that I don't want anything from them. I just need to know about a certain link."

"You're not making any sense."

"If course I'm not. Wouldn't want to give my plans away would I?"

As he walked out of the room again, I felt scared again. How the hell had my family not told me that we had a secret with a secret organisation? It didn't seem fair that I was the one who had to go through all of this when it should get those who served S.H.I.E.L.D. It seemed selfish to think such a thing but I had been put through too much torture to think of anyone else but myself. I had to get out of this now otherwise I could be stuck here for a great deal longer.