Hey guys, I'm very happy that you like the story. I wasn't sure about it but here we go with the 2nd chapter. I don't know if it's gonna to be a sort of romance story with Grant and Skye since I like them being friends. Anyway, I don't know yet but I just hope you'll stay with me whatever I choose.

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2. Can I stay with you ?

"Aww, Skye being all maternal is just too sweet," Jemma exclaimed happily, almost clapping her hands. Leo just mumbled—probably still mad at Charlotte for having messed up his lab while he was cleaning the mess. "Don't you think it's kind of sweet, Agent Ward?" she asked then.

The agent was currently leaning on the doorway, watching his two colleagues cleaning up. He wouldn't have minded helping them but Fitz had thrown him a glare which clearly said do-not-come-into-my-lab-or-I-will-kill-you. Not that he was afraid of Leo—far from it actually but he was already all hysterics. There was no need to give the engineer more reasons to get pissed.

"I think I still don't like kids," he replied, honestly. "They're sorta evil. They scream, they bite, they cry—Jeez, they could drive anyone crazy."

Jemma rolled her eyes. Men will be men. They could not notice cuteness itself even when it was right in front of them. "Do you think she's gonna stay? I mean it could be nice having her around for awhile and Skye would probably open up more."

"Personally, I wouldn't mind if she doesn't stay," Leo said from behind the table. He looked up and saw Jemma who raised an eyebrow at him. "But if she does, I'll be ok as long as she stays away from my—I mean our lab." He finished up with a small smile.

Simmons turned back and looked at Ward.

"I don't know," he answered. "We're agents and we don't do normal. And that's what a kid needs the most—normality. And I don't think that we're the best to give her that."

Jemma agreed. "But she is not someone that we could call normal, right?"

"Sure, but she hasn't completely realized it yet." Ward said, softly.

Back in her room, Skye gently put the child on the bed and wiped away the rest of tears.

"Come on, no need to cry, " Skye reassured her, stroking Charlie's hair who was currently standing on her bed. "You're okay now," She quickly glanced at the alarm set on her bedside table where the red numbers showed 4:47 pm which it was relatively too late for a nap. But the little girl must certaintly be tired and trying to get her lay down could do no harm. "Maybe, you wanna take a nap?"

Charlie giggled and shook her head. "I'm not tired."

"Is that so?" Skye asked, doubtful.

"Huh huh," Charlie nodded quickly with a huge smile.

Looking at the child, Skye could not help but yield. "Alright, but then, tomorrow, you'll have to take a nap, okay?"

Charlie wholeheartedly agreed, reaching out for a lock of Skye's hair. "I'm staying with you then?" She softly said, her eyes pleading her to say yes. "Can I stay with you, Skye?"

Skye found herself loss at words. "I—Charlie—you, I mean I don't know, it's not up to me—"

Suddently, someone knocked at the door and Skye found herself fortunate to have a few seconds away from the child to put herself together.

"I'm coming," she quickly said and handed Charlie her phone. "Here, you can play with it. I'll be right back, okay?" The girl nodded, sitting down, her attention already on her new toy.

Skye went out and saw Coulson waited for her.

"How is she doing?" he asked while Skye closed the door but not entirely.

Skye glanced at the playing toddler and turned back to Coulson. "She looks fine. She's quite talkative when she's not scared."

"It looks like she trusts you," Coulson said, given her a very eloquent gaze. "She hadn't talked to anyone till you came. We didn't manage to get her to say just a small word and you did manage to make her talk. I'm quite impressed. I didn't think you were the type who gets along with children."

She shrugged.

"Let's just say that where I was I got used to having kids running around," Skye explained, not staring at him directly. "Most of the time I tried not to get attached to them because they always ended up leaving someday but sometimes, it was too hard not to. Kids are way too cute that you only want to hug them, and kiss the pain away I guess. Back then, I was Skye The Big Sister till I ran away."

Coulson looked at her with his very serious eyes, and he knew there was something more, something that had made Skye so soft with children but he was not going to push her. She will talk about it when she will be ready.

Then, he just offered her a smile. A smile that said a lot like; see, you're not that damaged or see, I knew you could do great things.

"As long as she's here, she's under your responsability, am I clear?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

She nodded. "Yes, sir!"

She didn't mind keeping an eyes on the toddler—quite the contrary.

"I want you to try to ask her about her abilities," Coulson told her with a serious tone. "She apparently got some psychic skills. When Fitz tried to touch her, she got scared and the test tubes started flying around and breaking in the air."

"Is she a sort of telekinesist or something?" Skye moved her hands in the air. "She can move things with her mind and stuff like that ? That's just too cool."

"We do think she is," he confirmed, bereaved that Skye found this—like she said cool. "But there could be something else. She trusts you, so ask her."

"Okay, I can do that," Skye said, confident. Coulson nodded and was about to walk away when she stopped him. "AC, she asked me if she could say and if it was up to me, I would say yes right away. But it's not up to me, right?"

Sadly, Coulson said. "No, it's not."

Then, he walked away.

When she got back into her room, she noticed that Charlie wasn't playing on her bed anymore but she was currently standing on her tiptoes on a chair, trying to reach to the fluffy toy which had drawn her attention. However, she was very small for her age and her tiny arms would not let her grab the fluffly."

Skye smiled at the scene.

"Hey, baby, let me help you," she said and she grabbed the fluffy toy that was actually a fluffy pirate and handed it to Charlie. "His name's Jack."

Charlie held him tight and looked at Skye with a small pout on her lips. "Can I keep it, please?"

Skye faked to think about it, a finger on her lips and very serious expression on her face. "Sure, he was starting to get lonely anyway. I'm sure he could use some company."

"Thank you," Charlie said, wrapping her arms around Skye for a hug.

Charlie was definitey a huggy person.

"You're very welcome, sweetie," Skye pressed her cheek against the top of her head and sighed. "Charlie, baby, we need to talk."

Skye bit her lips when she felt Charlie tensed against her body. "But I didn't do nothing. I wasn't bad, I wasn't evil. I promise I wasn't, Skye."

Panic ran through her veins and Charlie felt the familiar sensation that came to her everytime she was scared or upset. The door violently slammed and Charlie jumped. She put her hands on her ears—letting Jack the pirate falling down—when the doors of Skye's wardrobe began banging as well.

"I'm sowwy. I don't wanna do this. I can't make it stop," she cried, buring her head into Skye's neck who still hasn't let her go. "I'm sowwy."

Feeling Charlie's tears wetting her top, Skye simply held her tigher and planting a lot of kisses on her small head. "Shh, calm down. You're okay, just calm down, and it'll stop."

Eventually, Skye's sweet words calmed her down and she sniffled, rubbing her red eyes. "I'm sowwy."

"I know you are and it's alright. I'm not mad."

"Really?" Charlied asked, surprised.

Her mama was always mad at her everytime things like that happened.

"Yeah, really," Skye reassured her and she lifted Charlie from the chair and picked the pirate up from the floor. She put Charlie on her lap when she sat on the bed, her back leaning against the wall and handed Jack to Charlie. "Baby, I want you to talk to me. Do you wanna tell me when all of this has started?"

Charlie played with her fluffy pirate and leaned back against Skye's chest to get more comfortable.

"I don't really 'member. I know when Mama screams or when Mama beats me I'm very sad and the things just break. I tell 'em to stop breaking but they don't wanna listen," she stopped and what she said after that sound almost like a whisper because her voice got very low that Skye nearly had to come closer to hear her. "Mama said that's 'cause I got the devil inside of me and she tried to take it outta me with Howy water that she put in the baftub but I don't think it worked 'cause your friends came and Mama said I was still evil when they taked me away," she turned around and looked at Skye. "Can you take the devil out? I don't wanna it anymore. I don't like it. I think it makes me bad, Skye."

Skye smiled at her sadly. She touched Charlie's small cheek with her finger and felt her heart ached. Charlie smelt innocence, she shone innoncence and yet, she had already met people who only wanted to break that innoncence because she was different. Her big blue eyes shouted for love and all she had ever got was hate.

She put a soft kiss a Charlie's forehead.

"How did she try to get the devil out of you, baby?" Skye gently asked and Charlie bent her head. "You wanna tell me?"

Charlie shook her head, her lips trembling. "But I can show you."

Before Skye could understand what was happening, Charlie had her small hands on her cheeks and she felt her brain being filled with a lot of pictures. They were memories, but not hers, Charlie's.

She felt everything; Charlie's mother's loath and Charlie's fear. She could hear everything; Charlie's mother yelled at her daugther and Charlie begging her mother to let her go.

"Mama, I don't wanna," Charlie cried but her mother wasn't listening. She had to do it. She had to take the devil out of her daughter. Because only the devil could break things only by thinking. Only the devil could make things fly in the air. She had to do it. For her daugther's sake. She couldn't love her daugther if she kept this demoniac thing inside of her. She could not. She will not.

"Shut the fuck up, Charlotte," she yelled at her. "I'm doing this for you. You're gonna get better then."

The little girl kept struggling while they came into the bathroom. Her mother stopped in front of the bathtub, full of Holy water. She could have felt bad for what she was about to do. She felt nothing. She felt numb.

Charlotte felt her mother losing her grip around her but she tried to climb her way up her mom's body. Because she unconsciously knew what it was going to happen. And she was afraid. She was really afraid.

"Mama, there's too many water in there. I can't swim. I don't wanna. Don't make me. I'm scared," Charlie begged because she couldn't do anything else. Because she was too young to protect herself. Because the one who was meant to protect her ended up being the one hurting her to death.

In the bathroom, eveything started to move around, to fall down or to break. And this was something that her mother couldn't take—not anymore.

"Mama?" she implored again but her own mother ignored her.

Her mom grabbed her and violently threw her into the water, making sure she had her daugther's head under the water all the time in order to drown the devil inside of her daugther.

Skye snapped open her eyes and her hands instinctively lifted to her neck as if—for awhile—she had forgotten how to breath. She had felt herself drowing while she was living Charlie's memory.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry," She said, engulfing the little girl in a big hug. Closing her eyes, she tried to push away that scary memory while inhaling the smell of Charlie's hair. "I'm so so sorry."

"It's okay," Charlie replied, trying to sound brave hidden in Skye's arms. She liked being in Skye's arms. They felt warm, they felt right, they felt safe. She liked them way better than her mama's arms which they were always cold and unsafe. "So you're gonna take it out so I can be a good girl?"

Skye rested her forehead against Charlie's and said."I don't need to take it out, Charlie. You got no such thing inside of you. You're a very good girl who has met wrong people and it's not gonna happen again. I promise you nobody's gonna hurt you again. I won't let it happen—you believe me, right?"

Charlie nodded, her small arms still on Skye's shoulders. "Pinky promise?"

"Yeah, pinky promise," Skye smiled, holding her pinky finger.

And Charlie hooked her own pinky finger with Skye's.

"Now, can I get another hug?" Skye asked and Charlie immediately threw her arms around her. She liked hugging Skye. Her mother never like hugs. But she did and so did Skye. Then, she knew she could like Skye. Besides, she already did.

"Skye?" She wispered in her ears. "Can I stay with you? I don't wanna leave."

Skye kissed her cheek and held her tightly before saying. "Yes, you can say with me, baby."

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