A/N: And here's the second part! Enjoy!

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"You have one of my men in your custody, Director Coulson," greeted Director Tyler of Torchwood on the large screen.

"Do I?" asked Phil with a hint of surprise. "And who might that be?"

"Agent Grant Ward," Director Tyler answered, making Phil go cold.

"Grant Ward is a HYDRA operative," he said without emotion.

"Agent Grant Ward is a triple agent," explained Director Tyler. "He was the Torchwood plant inside HYDRA and HYDRA planted him inside SHIELD. Two of my top operatives are already on their way to getting agent Ward from your custody. They should be there in five minutes, but Doctor Tyler has never been a very good driver, so it could be anything from yesterday to tomorrow. Agent Tyler will be along, as well as their children, junior agents Emil and Emily Tyler. Agent Tyler is in charge though."

"I'm going to need more proof than just your word, Director, to hand over an enemy operative that has been confirmed to have killed my men," Phil told him.

Director Tyler nodded. "I am sending his Torchwood file to you now, along with the file of another Torchwood plant who has agreed to become a liaison with SHIELD and Torchwood if you agree. Don't worry, she hasn't shared secrets, exactly, but more like she has been kept us appraised on your technological advancements so that we could interfere if you advanced too quickly."

Phil frowned. He didn't like the sound of it. "How would you know if we advanced too fast?"

Director Tyler's smile was chilling. "Torchwood doesn't just protect the planet, Director Coulson. We also protect time. If humans advanced too quickly, we'd create more harm than good once we actually started inter stellar travel and space exploration and we'd rather keep to the good side of the Shadow Proclamation." Before he could continue, a strange sound started to emerge behind Phil. Director Tyler's face cleared. "Ah, seems they are there already. Good day, Director Coulson."

The connection cut and the screen started showing the rotating SHIELD symbol, though Phil couldn't see it as he was staring at the materializing blue box.

Soon the doors opened and a man in his late forties stepped out with a grin. "Here we are then, Director Coulson's office, New SHIELD, and with only one side trip."

"That side trip was to Mars, you silly alien, and we were captured by ice warriors," answered the woman in early forties and blond hair behind him.

"We got out alright," shrugged the man. "And it's not like we haven't been held by them before."

"You weren't the one they thought was their goddess. Nor were you forced to dance naked in the snow," the indignant woman scoffed.

"No I wasn't, but you have to admit, it was quite the show," he waggled his eyebrows at her flirtatiously.

"Not on an assignment, Doctor, you know the rules," she wagged a finger at him.

Behind them out stepped two teenagers, about fourteen and fifteen respectively.

The woman turned to Phil. "I'm Agent Rose Tyler, that's my husband Doctor John Tyler and those are our children, Junior Agents Emil and Emily Tyler. I hear you have Grant in custody?"

"Yes, we do," nodded Phil. "I just got the release forms from Director Tyler," he said, looking at him pad, opening the first file labeled WARD, Grant J. "According to this, you were the ones to recruit him?"

"Yeah, we found him about six months into Garrett leaving him to survive alone in the forest during a camping trip," answered Agent Tyler. "He was just seventeen and he latched onto us as we were the first to show him kindness in a long time."

That had been Ward's reason for his loyalty to Garrett. But... Garrett had never been kind, not without him getting something from it, and if someone had been exposed to genuine kindness after that kind of manipulation... they'd latch onto them, like Agent Tyler said Ward had latched onto them.

"Yes, I can see that happening," conceded Phil. "But if Torchwood knew about HYDRA, why not tell the world?"

"One third of SHIELD was HYDRA, and one third was corrupt. Also, the fall of SHIELD was a fixed point in time, something that always has to happen, so that New SHIELD could emerge, stronger than before," Doctor Tyler explained. "This is what will make SHIELD what it was meant to be."

"You speak as if you know for sure," commented Phil as he gestured for them all to follow him.

"Yeah. The blue box? Ain't just a space hopper. It's time travel too," Doctor Tyler told him proudly. "Grew her ourselves."

"Quit preenin', you git. It was Donna who came up with the solution," Agent Tyler told him with a smile.

"AC!" Skye called from the other end of the hallway as she ran up to him. "I just got an email for Ward's release! You have to do something!"

"Yes, I know," answered Phil calmly. "Agent Ward was the Torchwood plant inside HYDRA," he said, monitoring her reactions. He hadn't had time to look at the second file and Skye might be the other Torchwood plant. But she didn't react at all to Torchwood's name.

"What the hell is Torchwood?" she asked.

"Torchwood is the agency founded upon Queen Victoria's death in 1879 in the hands of a Lupine Wavelenght Haemovariform," answered Agent Tyler. "I'm Agent Tyler, I'm in charge of Grant Ward."

Skye turned to her, disbelief written all over her face. "You? You don't look like you could take out me in a fight, let alone Ward. And what's with the kids?"

"Junior Agents Tyler and Tyler are here just to observe," Doctor Tyler joined in. "But we really are on a schedule, so if we could get a move on?"

"Of course Doctor Tyler, this way," answered Phil and continued on his way to the holding cells.

"Oh my God, you're all named Tyler? Is it some kind alias, like John Smith?" asked Skye, jogging after them to keep up.

This had the Junior Agents laughing, like it was some kind of inside joke. But Phil had wondered about that himself until he'd found out they were a family. Agent Tyler had bottle blond hair, Doctor Tyler had dark brown hair with a hint of silver in it, Emil Tyler was as blond as blond could get and Emily Tyler had ginger hair. Their other features differed much as well.

They came to the level of the holding cells and Phil turned to the visiting agents. "Past this point you have to be SHIELD agents to pass, or have a special bracelet that lets you through these doors-"

"That's not a problem," Doctor Tyler answered cheerfully, digging his pockets for something. It was long and technological and had a blue gem in the end, which Doctor Tyler then pointed at the doors, the thing whirring. The doors opened by themselves. Doctor Tyler grinned and twirled the thing in his fingers. "Sonic screwdriver. Never leave home without it. Come along, Tylers. I've finally got a read on Grant," he said, marching into the secured area, holding out his sonic screwdriver, leading his family toward Ward's cell.

"How did he do that?" asked Skye.

"I have absolutely no idea," answered Phil but followed the Tylers.

The SHIELD agents caught up to them when they were already at Ward's cell door, the Doctor opening it with the sonic screwdriver.

Agent Tyler was the first to enter the cell.

"Grant!" she greeted the prisoner cheerfully.

"Mrs. Rose," was the wheezing reply, his cracked larynx making speaking hard.

"You're all banged up, sweetie! Hold on a second, I've got nanogenes in my pocket," she said, digging through her pockets, taking out a small container. She opened it and snapped her right hand fingers. A golden cloud shot out of the small container and started hovering over Ward, and in front of everyone's eyes, his scrapes and bruises started healing.

It was ten seconds later that Agent Tyler snapped her left fingers when the golden cloud just hoovered, not doing anything, and it shot back to the container that Agent Tyler closed again.

"How are you feeling now, sweetie?"

War sat up slowly, having been laying on his cot. He lifted his hand carefully, the hand Phil knew had been twisted badly, and unwrapped the bandages. There was no sign of his injury. He turned to smile at Agent Tyler, his face clearing of every negative emotion. "Much better, Mrs. Rose. Thank you."

"I've told you to call me Rose," she admonished him fondly. "I feel old when you call me Mrs. Rose when technically you're three years older than I am."

He chuckled slightly and Phil got a feeling this was a conversation often repeated. "You were thirty-three when we met, and I was seventeen."

"Now you're making me sound like Mrs. Robbinson, you cheeky boy," Agent Tyler chuckled as she stood up.

The smile Ward had on his face was simply put beautiful. It was the smile Phil himself reserved for his mother, the smile that said thank you for being here for me, and Phil had yet to see it faked. Then he got serious again. "About those nanogenes... could you heal Fitz with them?" he asked and Phil was once again thrown out of the loop.

"Agent Simmons has already asked the same thing," Agent Tyler answered, helping Ward stand up. "It's the second reason we're here. What is life after all?"

"Oh! I know that!" the girl Junior Agent exclaimed excitedly. "It's a quirk of matter! Nature's way of keeping meat fresh!"

Ward turned to the door when he heard her voice and his face split into a grin. "Princess! How are you? Been to see the Prince Kurm'at yet?" he asked as he stood up.

The thirteen-year-old girl threw herself into the cell and into Ward's arms. "No Mr. Grant. Dad says it's bad to see your betrothed when you're too young, because then you might come to think of them as you brother," she told him excitedly, looking up at him.

"Move over, Carrots, I want to greet Grant too!" the fourteen-year-old boy demanded and pushed his sister out of the way, so that he could fist bump Ward.

"And how are your language studies coming along?" Ward asked the boy.

"I'm learning gallifreyan, two judoonish dialects and french," Emil answered, scrunching his nose at the last language.

"Having problems with the french irregular verbs, are you?" he asked teasingly.

Emil nodded eagerly. "And the pronunciation. TARDIS' telepathic translation circuit isn't helping either."

"Oh poor you, able to understand, speak, read and write every imaginable language," Ward mocked playfully.

"There's no challenge if the TARDIS translates everything," whined Emil.

"If the job was easy..." began Ward.

"...it wouldn't be any fun," Emil ended with a grin.

"That's the worst quote you could have picked from the Doctor," complained Rose. "Nice, safe adventures can be fun too. Right, honey?" she asked, looking straight at Doctor meaningfully.

"What are you talking-" he began but her glare and glance at the younger members of their family silenced him for a second. "Of course, you're right, Rose, as always. Safety is always important, not just on adventures. I did tell you kids about the time I knocked myself out working on the TARDIS and your mother found me hours later? Not worth the lecture, believe me. Rose learned nagging from the best."

"Oi!" protested Rose over the laughter of her kids and Ward.

"Good to see you too, sir," Ward smiled at the Doctor, saluting him.

"Oh, don't salute, Grant, you know I hate saluting," the Doctor grouched.

"Sir, yes sir," said Ward, and saluted again cheekily.

"Oh, just for that you can be the boot in Monopoly later tonight," pouted the Doctor, crossing his arms over his chest. "Did you ever find out if you were a marsh or a bard?"

"Play nice you two!" admonished Rose. "Honestly, you're as bad as Emil and Emily."

"Oh I don't know, Mrs. Rose," drawled Ward. "I don't go around taunting the Doctor about not being ginger. Nor do I pull on his hair. Nor do I lord my height over him. Much."

"I'm over nine hundred, Rose, I'm much more mature than a couple of half-grown quarter Gallifreyans," the Doctor assured her seriously before hitting Ward on the back of his head. "And that's for guns you've been using. There's always another way."

Ward then pulled him to a hug that the Doctor returned just as strongly. "Thanks for coming for me."

"Any time Grant. Any time," answered the Doctor. He then let go and Ward drew back. "Well then. Where is this Fitz of yours? We can't fix him from here."

Phil glanced at Skye before clearing his throat. "He's in the medical wing. If you'll please follow me?"

"Allons-y," called the Doctor as he followed Phil once more.

A few levels up at the medical wing they entered Fitz's room where Simmons was going over his chart again. She looked up from it when she heard the door opening and dropped it when she saw Ward.

"What is he doing here?" she demanded hotly from Phil, gesturing to Ward. "Why isn't he cuffed? Why isn't he in his cell?"

From the corner of his eye, Phil saw Ward slump slightly, and shift so that the Doctor was between him and the enraged biochem.

"At ease, agent Simmons," Rose said soothingly. "Agent Ward has just finished a fifteen year long undercover operation for Torchwood. He nearly broke his cover when he ejected the medical pod with you and agent Fitz inside rather than shooting you through the glass."

"Oh!" Simmons exclaimed as she noticed the visitors. "Mrs. Rose! I didn't know you were coming today! And what do you mean, Ward's a Torchwood agent?"

"The Doctor and I found him just a few months after Garrett had left him alone in a forest and helped him. He in turn enlisted in Torchwood. Every visit Garrett thought he'd made to Grant were planted memories, while Grant was given Torchwood's field agent training along with finishing his normal education and undercover training. By the end of his training he knew everything he would have known from Garrett's... unorthodox training method, and was sent undercover," explained Rose. "Thank you for looking after him this last year. Also, Director Tyler sent us with the nanogenes for agent Fitz," she said and took out the same container Phil had seen in the containment cell. The one with the golden lights that had healed Ward.

"Oh! Thank you, Mrs. Rose," Simmons thanked the woman, her eyes watering slightly.

"Do you want to do the honors?" asked Rose, offering the container to Simmons who took it happily, opening it quickly.

With a snap of her fingers the golden lights danced around Fitz, concentrating on his head. It took them a longer time to heal Fitz than Ward, but then, head injuries were more complicated than a fractured larynx or some scrapes

Once again the golden lights were returned to the container and Fitz started to stir on his bed. Simmons handed the container back to Rose.

"Thank you so much for this, Mrs. Rose," Simmons thanked again, her voice breaking.

"You know, Grant asked the same thing first thing when he was healed," Rose told the other woman, "without knowing you or Fitz were Torchwood either."

Simmons glanced at Ward standing behind the Doctor, his gaze averted and hands twitching awkwardly by his sides. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders.

"Thank you, Grant," she said, her voice steady.

Ward's eyes snapped to her, like he hadn't expected her to address him directly. He looked away quickly and his jaw flexed, before looking at her in the eyes again.

"No problem." His answer was short and to the point, requiring no further comment, but he continued. "You know, I don't jump out of planes without a parachute on for assignments with a deadly virus that I am likely to catch and with an uncertain cure. I do that for friends."

Tension frizzled out of Simmons, like Ward had answered an unasked question. A small smile dawned on her face. "I only make personalized sandwiches for friends, Grant," she told him in turn, "and yours is fried chicken with blackcurrant jam, mozzarella cheese and lettuce."

His smile was small but genuine.

"Wonderful!" declared the Doctor, looking between the two with a content grin. "Your children will be beautiful."

Phil wondered how the man jumped to children from the two agents repairing a part of their relationship, and rubbed his temples as Rose slapped the back of the Doctor's head while Ward and Simmons had both blushed and looked away from each other.

"What have I told you about peaking peoples time lines? It's rude and intrusive and will leave everyone who doesn't know you with more questions! I mean, look at Director Coulson!"

"But Rose! This was the defining moment for them! Had either done anything different, it wouldn't happen! It's like a fork in a road, one filled with turbulence, but with a happy ending, the other sort of mediocre with a satisfactory ending. It's not big enough change to create an alternate universe, like Queen Victoria's death, but defining for them," the Doctor tried to explain.

"Okay," sighed Rose. "Whatever. We need to get going. Grant needs to be debriefed. I would guess he's eager to take the vacation time he's accumulated over the years, and we did promise to take him to meet George Washington, the first and the second. Agent Simmons, discuss your new posting as the liaison with Director Coulson. Also, tell agent Fitz what we told you about Grant. Now you lot, back to the TARDIS, agent Ward has been retrieved, time for us to pop off."

Phil, Skye and Simmons watched as Rose herded her husband, children and ward back to Coulson's office, from where they heard the same noise that had announced their arrival, but instead of getting stronger, it faded away.

Phil turned to Simmons. "So, you're Torchwood?"

"Of course I'm Torchwood," huffed Simmons with amusement. "I'm British."