Monsters Live Under Our Beds And In Our Minds.
Chapter 1
Jemma POV
Skye died, three months and four days ago. Three months and 3 days ago her body was buried in the Pacific Ocean falling from the Bus flying at a cruising speed of 450 kilometres. We lost our first person and we mourned the loss of Skye of our friend… as our family member. I remember wiping the blood away from her mouth, like she needed to be presentable for her funeral. We wrapped her in a white sheet, leaving her pale face to bare, to scar me for the rest of my life knowing I couldn't save her, that nothing we would or could do wouldn't change anything.
One month ago SHIELD fell and Hydra took its rise. Ward had betrayed the team and he also most killed Fitz and I but thanks to Nichols Fury he pulled us from the ocean where Skye was laid to rest. Ward had been trained since he was a young teen, but Coulson believes that he can change. I'm hoping he is right.
A cough pulls me from my thought and I look away from the Hula Girl that sits in the lab, on my desk. Trying and failing to banish the memories. Fitz is watching me; he has been ever since our loss. I know deep inside he blames himself, but I will never blame him. I will always blame Ian Quinn; he will forever rot in the fridge, after Ward had ratted out his location.
Bit by bit we are pulling Hydra down, there weren't many of us left and Coulson had finally met with the Avengers to ask for their help in defeating Hydra. They had all stood with us of course and Fitz had bonded with Tony Stark. Bruce Banner was an amazing man to work with but he had to leave to deal with some things. Clint and Steve haven't left Coulson side for more than a second dedicated to protect their boss and most of all to protect their friend. May and Agent Romanoff had bonded well too. I think if Skye was still her she would be laughing at all of this, how our small team got so along with the mighty avengers and how Coulson still fan girls over Captain America, he has gotten everything signed so far.
Sometimes late at night I swear I see her sitting at the bar with a drink in her hand and goofy smile on her face, those nights are the worst where nightmare of her plague my mind. There are nights I save Skye in my dreams and some nights she dies in my arms saying sorry to me for being such a waste, for being a failure. I have cried for her, for what she should have become.
I wept when Fitz and I walked into the academy and saw her name written on the wall, even though she wasn't an agent. I wanted to hate Coulson for letting her go out; I wanted to hit him some times. But Skye was so daring and so desperate to be accepted and to let Coulson know that she was always going to be on his side. He mourns the loss of his daughter, he told me late one night when the nightmares wouldn't let us sleep.
Life is moving on without Skye and I wish she was here. I miss everything, from her laugh to her tears. I wish she was here.
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