Hello, everyone. I have come out of the NaNoWriMo hole I have forced myself into. So thanks to .com (and a Mr. & Mrs. Smith + Skyeward post, which involved Ward saying, "Your hair is hideous"), I'm writing this fanfic. Yes, we'll be sticking close to the movie. Pretty close, but… There will be some differences.

The last Agents of Shield episode I've watched completely is "A Wanted (In)Human." So I'm going to completely ignore that Andrew is Lash. As far as I know, he's alive. Just without the transformation, the quick healing, and the energy blasts.

Disclaimer: As usual, I do not own any tv shows, books, or movies… The list goes on. If I do own Agents of Shield, Grant Ward would have a redemption arc. But no. No. Nope, nope, nope.

So here we go.

Andrew Garner, ex-husband of Melinda May, looks over the two files and sighs. Daisy "Skye" Johnson, who he has met only once. Grant Douglas Ward, who he has never met before. Wife and husband. He glances up at the two briefly arguing over the exact year they've met for the first time.

"Five," says Ward, shaking his head. He sits on Andrew's left, and the slightest scruff on his jaw hangs over chin like a shadow. He crosses his legs over another and then stares at Daisy. "It's five years ago."

"Six," tries Daisy, rolling her eyes.

Raising his hand, Andrew sighs again. It is like handling two children who just want to knock each other's heads into the sand. Except they are two grownups who probably wants to kill each other… Sometimes. "You've met each other five or six years ago." He pauses for effect. "On a scale of one to ten, how happy are you as a couple?"

"Eight," answers Daisy, her smile sure and confident.

Andrew turns to Ward.

He furrows his eyebrows. "Ten being very happy or totally, undoubtedly miserable?"

"Just respond instinctively," Andrew replies, pressing his hand against his forehead. With his brown-skinned hand, he takes a quick sip from a glass of water and gently place it back on the table.

Ward glances at Daisy. "Ready?"

"Ready."

Together, they answer, "Eight."

"How often do you have sex?"

Daisy and Ward glance at each other. Andrew notes their paleness and their lack of a conclusive answer. From their very expressions, it is too clear that they haven't had sex in a long time.

No wonder why they came to him. It's probably Daisy who dragged Ward along. Forcibly dragged him along.

He listens to their conversations but interrupts when it gets too out of hand. He waves his hands and says, "Alright. How did you two meet?"

"Well…"

Ward glances at his wife. "I think it was in… the Middle East?"

"Egypt," she specifies.

"Five years ago."

"Six."

"Right. Five or six years ago."

Andrew quickly scribbles a few notes down in Grant Ward's file. Then he does the same for Daisy. He leans back and begins to listen.