#grcndbcby

She was trapped on the floor, her leg was pinned below the collapsed ceiling, she couldn’t even lift her head, perhaps she had hit it when she fell. She couldn’t recall, which really did add to the idea she had indeed hit it. 

“Is- is someone there?” she called out to the room, she couldn’t turn to look to the other side, and she was almost pressed next to the far wall, so she had no idea if the door was even accessible, if anyone else was trapped. There could be the tardis parked next to her and she couldn’t tell.

“You take a lot of the best qualities Fitz and I had. I know it doesn’t seem like that now but we both were much different people before...” she had blurted that out of the blue, so she simply kept talking, “But you also have your own special qualities that make you so... Deke. I know I’m not... very talkative, and... it’s a long story but I hope you know that I’m glad I got to meet you. You are lovely.” 

The rules that Fitz made were simple. Under no circumstances was Deke allowed to leave the Zephyr when once they had landed to track down Coulson. Fitz was fine with him going up to the cockpit to look out the windows at the snow and the mountains, as long as Davis kept an eye on him.

So, naturally, when Davis came running towards Fitz, the engineer knew something was very, very wrong. After only turning around for a second, Davis said that Deke had disappeared, and Fitz knew in the pit of his stomach that he’d left the Zephyr.

Fitz grabbed his coat, taking off at a run out of the loading bay, following the tiny boot prints in the snow. It wasn’t long before he saw him, the little nine-year-old crouched in the snow, hands forming a snowball in curiosity. It was easy to forget that all of this was still new to Deke.

For a moment, Fitz’s panic died down, seeing that his grandson wasn’t hurt, just wandering out to experience everything. He let out a breath, taking a careful step forwards to go and get him and bring him back to the Zephyr.

But Fitz couldn’t see everything else going on, his vision obscured by the tree branches. He watched as Deke turned and threw the snowball and someone, and the little boy stood proud for a moment.

And then there were gunshots filling the air.

Fitz blinked, and Deke was falling. There was red staining the snow under him. And Fitz had never run so fast in his life, sprinting just the short distance to his grandson, catching him in his arms as he started to fall.

Deke inherited Nana’s derp

DOES THIS INCLUDE A TIME TRAVEL EPISODE WHERE DEKE ENDS UP IN THE PAST OR THE SHIP ENDS UP IN THE FUTURE???

HELL FUCKING YEAH IT DOES. 

She was no stranger to nightmares for obvious reasons, but  now that she was coming out of her room more often, she had gotten the chance to get to know that Deke guy a bit better. Not much, she was back to not finding any reason to speak . and to training with May.  But when she heard noises at night, now that sleeping wasn’t an option for her, she broke into Deke’s room thinking he might be in danger and found he was having a nightmare instead. So she went to wake up, the kindest thing to do, readying herself for a potential half-asleep hit from him, and trying to be soothing the way Fitz was to her whenever things went wrong. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay...” she murmured after waking him, rubbing his arm comfortingly, “It was just a bad dream, everything is okay.” 

"What's happening?" Jemma asked, glancing at Deke as everything seemed to calm down unexpectedly. They had been out, helping more people who hadn't been able to escape because trapped by maceries. "The world didn't end?" Piper suggested hopefully, "You and Deke stay here, I'll run back to the Zephyr, see if anyone is on comms." Had they made it? Jemma looked around incredulously before helping a woman up, and she and Deke got closer to a construction site to help more workmen out of it. It was barely holding up as it was, and they had to hurry up, but Jemma couldn't stop smiling - there wasn't any quaking, everything was quiet, and Deke hadn't disappeared; clearly Talbot had been stopped, this was the aftermath.

A noise from above wiped that look off her face and Jemma glanced at Deke, alarmed, "We need to get out of here!" But it was already too late, the already precarious ceiling finally dropping on them, and all she could think about was to push her grandson out of the way before it was too late. It was all too fast to process, she just felt the weight hit her all over and found herself laying on her side, half of her body covered in rocks and her head pulsing with pain. She couldn't turn easily, something stopping her movements.