AN: I on't own anything that you recognize in the slightest, except the plot! Hello it's me! Enjoy!

So I know it's probably not accurate about the machine, but I only saw the episode once, and I can't find that episode anywhere, sorry, but, well, enjoy!

CH: 1

Phil Coulson lay panting and gasping on the table, where he had collapsed back. His team needed to find him soon. Raina smiled sweetly at him. "I'm sorry it hurts, but it's the only way to find out what happened. How you survived."

"Please. No more. I remember," he gasped, out of breath from the pain. She shook her head.

"There's still more memories. I have to expose them all," she replied regretfully, before activating the machine again. Coulson was once more lost to the memories. Only these weren't of his magical revival in the Tahiti Project. No, this was something far more dangerous. Something he was never meant to remember. Something he'd sworn to keep hidden.

His mind was enveloped in flashes of memory, fragments of the whole.

"Phil Coulson, please, look after our girl. You keep her safe. Please," came the pleas of a sobbing woman, face hidden by a halo of sunlight.

"I will protect her. I swear. With my life," he murmured back, feeling his arms take the slight weight of an infant.

"Phil, we need your help. Please. For an old friend," a male voice begged.

"I understand. I won't risk them finding out from me. Wipe my memories of this encounter," his own voice commanded.

"Good-bye my baby. You be a good girl."

"We'll see you in the future, when we're older, and we are full of stories to tell. Cross our hearts and hope to die, we'll see you with your laughter lines," a sobbing couple murmuring their farewells.

"Do you want to name her something else while she's on Earth?" He heard himself ask gently.

"Yes. We'll name her…"

Phil Coulson arched of the table in a sudden excruciating jolt of pain, worse than anything he'd experienced in that room, crying, "SKYE!" Suddenly, his team was there, in the room, and he was being freed from the table. As a testament to Phil Coulson's control and strength, there was only a single tear sliding down his cheek.

"Skye," he gasped reaching for her. "Skye, have to, have to tell…" His mind was whirling, image after image, piece after piece flying through his mind, to settle where they belonged, reconstructing the whole, and he knew.

"It's ok, AC, she soothed, helping him stand. "Tell me on the Bus, after you've slept, ok?"

Coulson nodded, but tried again. "Call her. Call… number… ten…" then his vision went black and Agent Phil Coulson lost consciousness.

When he finally came to, he was in his bed, on the Bus, with Simmons and Skye sitting by his bed. They immediately jumped into action when they saw his eyes open, Simmons checking whatever she couldn't while he was out, and Skye bringing him up to date on what had happened while he was missing/out.

"And May called that woman. The one on your speed dial? She said she'd be here by tonight." Phil nodded and sat up, much to Simmons' protest. When she tried to make him lay back down he simply got out of bed and shooed them nicely from the room. At some point they must've taken off his shoes, socks, jacket, tie, and both his shirts, because he was only in his slacks. So he grabbed a fresh suit, a crisp new button down, a soft, worn old t-shirt, and new socks and shoes, and hit the shower.

Once he was under the scalding spray, he allowed his thoughts to wander. He thought about everything he'd just uncovered in his own head, and how he'd allow- no, he wasn't going there. He shook his head, and then grabbed a towel, shutting off the water. When he was finally clean and dressed, including his tie and shoes and gun, he brushed his hair, and exited, feeling much more like himself.

He joined the team, and they watched him carefully. "I'm fine," he said mildly.

They smiled sheepishly. "We know AC, but that doesn't mean that we don't get worried. You got kidnapped, and they had you hooked up to that machine, an-"

"Skye." That one, quiet word was enough to cut her off. "It was a memory retrieval machine. They were trying to find out what happened in Tahiti. They stumbled across something else, but thankfully, they got a few unintelligible fragments only." He gestured to Skye. "I need to talk with you in private."

She started to get up, and then sat back down, a stubborn look spreading across her face. "No. Whatever it is, you can tell me with the rest of the team."

"Skye. This isn't something you want me parading around the team instead of going through you first. This is personal," he warned. She looked at him.

"This team is my family. I have no secrets from them." It was then that he recognized the look in her eye. She didn't want to let any of them out of her sight. His getting kidnapped had really scared her. So he sighed and sat down.

"Skye, it's about your parents. I know who and where they are. The woman that May called, she can explain it better than me." Her eyes widened and she nearly fell off the couch in shock.

"My- my parents? You know them? They're not dead? Who are they? Where are they? What are they? Are they 084's too?" She started bombarding him with questions until Ward clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you mean '084'?" Coulson sighed.

"It's complicated. That's why we're waiting for her to get her."

"Who is her? Doesn't she have a name?" Fitz demanded.

"Why yes, she does," a throaty female voice purred from the doorway. "I'm Professor River Song." They immediately jumped up, pulling their guns, or anything vaguely threatening, and aiming them at her. She simply threw back her head and laughed. She was leaning casually on the doorframe. One foot propped up on it, the other supporting her, one arm keeping her back from actually touching the frame, the other to her chest. She was wearing an all-black outfit, button-down tucked into leather pants, heeled boots, cami, thick belt, leather jacket, and a heedful of untamable, gravity defying curls.

She pushed away from the frame and walked over to Coulson, dropping into the seat beside him, propping her legs up on the table crossing her legs, lacing her fingers behind her head, and leaning back. "Why, I don't think I've ever been threatened with a bottle of soda before, Phil," she giggled, causing Ward to blush at his three-liter makeshift weapon.

She kissed Phil's cheek. He raised his eyebrows at her. "That for anything in particular?"

"Oh, you know, New York. Budapest. New Mexico. New York again. There's quite a list." She laughed, and he actually smiled back, much to the shock of his team. It was a genuine smile, full of warmth and affection. "Shouldn't I be thanking you and that husband of yours?"

She shook her head. "So anyway Phil, what did you need?"

Skye mouthed 'Phil?' at Simmons in confusion, and she could only offer a bewildered shrug. Slowly, the team put away their weapons.

"River. Where are you?" This had the team even more lost, which only worsened when she said, "the last thing I remember doing with you, I can't tell you." She turned to face him.

"Why not?"

"We wiped your memories at your insistence."

"And if I said that I remembered?" He stared at her evenly as her breath caught, and her eyes shimmered slightly, before she flung her arms around him tightly. He held her tightly for a second, before she pulled away to look him in the eye.

"Did you keep your promise, Phil? Did you keep her safe? Is my baby girl ok?" she demanded, voice breaking slightly. He smiled at her. Skye had a funny feeling she knew who the 'baby girl' was. It was confirmed when Coulson got up, pulled Professor Song up, and walked her to the team.

"Skye?" Coulson held out his hand, and she took it, allowing herself to be drawn forward a step or two. Professor Song ran her eyes over Skye's slight frame, drinking in every detail, committing every feature to memory so that she knew the girl in front of her by hearts. Finally, a few heartbeats later, though it felt like forever to Skye, she spoke. "Is it really you? Are you my little Skye?"

"Yes, I am. I'm Skye. It's me," she found herself saying, not even processing what was coming from her lips, as she nodded. She just knew somehow, that this was her mother. Professor Song took a hesitant step forward, reaching out to cup Skye's face, before she flung her arms around the girl, holding her tightly as the two women sank to the floor, sobbing and clinging to each other, leaving the team in a state of utter shock, and Coulson proudly watching the reunion.

Skye was home oncemore.

AN: Hope you didn't hate it, your friendly neighborhood Renegade. - RebelUp