Special Children's Housing Operations and Learning Active Response

Skye High

Suburban housing, playgrounds and parks melted away from the scenery, at first into a city of tall buildings and blaring horns before that faded away too.

"This isn't how to get to Saint Agnes'." The little girl in the back seat of the non-descript black SUV frowned. "Hello?" She tried when the man driving didn't acknowledge her. "Where are you taking me?" Still no answer, not even a turn of the head. "Who are you? Where are we going? Why won't you say anything?" When she finally got a response it was the driving leaning forward and pressing a button the dash to raise a black barrier between the front seats and the little girl. The girl frowned and reached to unbuckle her seatbelt only to have tighten around her, holding firm. She tried the door in an act of desperation, but it wouldn't budge, not even the window would go down. Preteen legs kicked at the seat in front of her, hands curled into fists against the window, but no one seemed to notice, or if they did, they didn't care. "HELP!" The word escaped her lips repeatedly in varying volumes as she became more hustle rival, desperate to get out, to escape.

"Help..." Her voice was hoarse and weak and the girl had nearly driven herself to sleep in her hysterics when the car eventually stopped and her door was opened.

"Time to sleep now, Mary." A woman's voice said at the same time as she felt something prick her neck. The last thing 11-year-old Mary Poots thought before she was forced into unconsciousness was that she hated that name.

"I've been driving in circles for two hours waiting for her to get tired." The driver reported, eying the child as another man in a nearly identical suit picked her and started to carry her away. "You may want to keep her sedated."

"She's a child, Agent Adams, not a criminal." The woman pursed her lips at the driver. " I want a full physical, someone get me her file, and where is Morse?" The woman listed as she followed the Agent carrying the girl to the medical wing.

"Ma'am." The requested file was presented to her before they even reached the medical wing. "Morse is in class, Ma'am."

"Mary Poots... Age eleven... No skills or abilities; why do we have her?" The woman asked the room at large as one of the medicals started taking blood samples and testing the girls pupils. "What's so special about about an orphan that she's a level ten classification?" She turned to the agent who had handed her the file who simply shrugged. She rolled her eyes and kept reading about the seemingly normal orphan. "Unknown origin... Oh." The senior agent realised as she read on. Objects of Unknown Origin were usually just that - objects - but this one was a little girl who, according to reports, death followed.

Agent Maria Hill, Deputy Director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division watched the small dark haired girl sleep as medicals ran around taking her vitals and testing blood samples. 084's were dangerous - anything unknown was dangerous - but the child certainly didn't look dangerous with her puffy red eyes and tear streaked cheeks.

"Agent Hill?" The woman turned to the young voice. Barbara Morse was one of the best seniors in combat, espionage, and quite adept at computer science as well. Typically all new students were partnered with a senior for the first year - to help them assimilate - and Morse was sounding like the best option, more than just because she hadn't mentored a student yet.

"Morse, you haven't mentored yet?" Agent Hill asked, just to be sure even though her file said she hadn't.

"No, Ma'am." Morse confirmed and Maria nodded.

"Mary Poots, eleven, orphan, possible powers are unknown." Maria nodded her head in the direction of the child. "I have to return to the Hub, I want weekly reports. If she so much as sneezes I want to know." Maria ordered, Morse barely had time to nod before her superior walked away. If this girl really was an 084 Maria needed to keep a close eye on her.

"Barbara Morse?" One of the Doctors in the medical wing approached her - a young doctor barely older than the blonde herself.

"Bobbi." The girl corrected with a wrinkle of her nose, still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that in the ten minutes since she finished class for the day she had become a mentor to a girl that had the attention of the Deputy Director.

"Right... The girl should be unconscious for a few more hours at least. Someone will let you know when she's awake if you would like." The doctor reported and Bobbi nodded.

"Thanks." She murmured, keeping her eyes on the kid for a moment longer. Izzy and Grant would never believe this!.. At least she'd be able to compare when they argued about their own young wards - a pair of genius 13-year-olds from the United Kingdom, Jemma Simmons from England and Leo Fitz from Scotland respectively.

"Bob!" Izzy called across the courtyard as Bobbi was heading back to her dorm with the file on the Poots kid - well, the part that wasn't above her classification level, which admittedly was very little.

"Frank!" Bobbi smirked back, there were very few nicknames or abbreviations that went with Barbara - and she certainly wasn't a 'Barbie' - but Bob made her sound like a man.

"Rumor has it that Director Fury came to offer you early entry to the Academy." Izzy rolled her eyes, some of the rumours were honestly odd.

"I wish; Hill brought me a kid to mentor." Bobbi shook her head and held up the file.

"Hill?" Izzy frowned, sure, technically Agent Hill was in charge of S.C.H.O.L.A.R, but she hardly ever came there in person. "With a new kid in the middle of a semester?"

"Semester started three weeks ago, it's hardly the middle." Bobbi rolled her own eyes, though even she had to admit the whole situation was odd... And now it was her situation to handle. "I've got to go find her a room, I'll see you later, Iz." Bobbi started to the dorms again with a sigh. Usually new students shared a room with their senior mentor - something about discouraging fraternisation between the older students - but that didn't mean Bobbi would give up her privacy without a fight; Izzy constantly complained that Her kid Simmons lefts dead animals on the communal desk in their room, and Ward said he was actually afraid to touch half of the gadgets Fitz left lying around.

S.C.H.O.L.A.R

Mary Poots woke with a start, but it wasn't like the movies where people shot up looking alert, she started and her eyes squinted open against the soft, but clear lighting. Mary squinted at what was directly in front of her; a mass of blonde hair and black leather and a blurry face that was slowly becoming clearer.

"Hey there." The blonde spoke, her voice was soft, but it didn't comfort Mary very much.

"Who are you?" Dark brown eyes stared warily at clear blue.

"My name is Bobbi." She was still trying to be soothing.

"Where am I? This isn't Saint Agnes'. Why am I here?" The little girl became steadily more panicked to the point that Bobbi was afraid she would have a panic attack. Bobbi sighed, no one had told her that the girl didn't even know where or why she was going.

"This is a school, Mary, for special people who can be safe here." Special really was a relative term here; geniuses, fighting, kids that are exceptionally skilled at something, and then there were the kids with super human powers. "You won't be going back to Saint Agnes', you'll stay here until you finish school."

"Where is here?" Mary sat up, looking around the room; a smallish plain coloured room with two chairs, a table, a lot of beeping machines and the bed that she was in. "Why did that man take me? I was supposed to go back to Saint Agnes'."

"You're here because you're special, like all of us. You can do something and the people here want to help you be better at it." Though her file hadn't said what she could do, which was peculiar. "This is a school for only the most special people where none will send you back or say you're not a good fit." That however was one thing that was in her file. The words 'not a good fit' had cropped up more than anything else. "Mary Poots, welcome to the Special Children's Housing, Operations and Learning Active Response... Sucky name, I know." Bobbi grinned, all the students were convinced that whoever created the school just wanted it to spell Scholar.

"I hate that name." Was all the little girl said in response, her face screwed up with distaste.

"Oh-Kay." Bobbi didn't really know what to say to that.

"Why did that man think I'm special?" Mary frowned up at Bobbi, looking a lot younger than 11. "I can't do anything special and my teachers always say I'm dumb."

"I don't know, Ma-Kid-" Bobbi corrected herself, she didn't know what to do if she couldn't even call the kid by her name. "-but I definitely don't think you're dumb." Mary looked away and shrugged, she still didn't know why she was here - or even where here was - but she figured it was best to play along until she could escape. "You hungry? Why don't we grab some food then head to our room?" Bobbi suggested, earning a pair of suspiciously narrowed eyes before the girls hunger won out and she nodded.

Oka, so this is mainly to appease my sudden obsession with Bobbi/Skye friend/sister sort of relationship... MockingSkye? SkyeBird? I don't know, but basically the plan is to have Bobbi, Skye, Ward, Fitz, Simmons, Trip and Hartley be students at a school designed for 'Special' kids including potential Academy recruits (for all the academies) and Gifteds. There is a very strong probability that Hunter will be in this too because I just love him like a puppy that constantly pees on the carpet but you love anyway.