The Target was a lot bigger than Skye had imagined. She had seen a few commercials for stores like these on TV at foster homes, but she didn't think they would be this big. Coulson looked down at them.

"We're going to go in through the target, and then go look at other stores in the mall," Skye felt mildly relieved it was a mall and not just one big store. She didn't know how you'd find anything in a store like that. Still it was pretty big, even though they were on the sidewalk now and she had dropped May's hand she grabbed onto Jemma's a little tighter. Jemma held on to her hand a bit tighter too.

May had expected that the girls would be close. She hadn't expected them to be this close. She had only seen them leave each others sides a few time. Maybe it was just a thing about being in a new house, but they had to start school on Monday, and they were in different grades. May was not looking forward to dragging to sobbing children away from each other and was hoping it didn't come to that.

She kept telling herself she was ready if it did, but everytime they grabbed onto each other's hands she was pretty sure if they started crying there was a strong possibility her and Phil would just pick them up, or take their hands or something and take them home.

That probably wouldn't be counted as a 'responsible parenting choice,'.

"Jemma!" exclaimed Skye, Jemma jumped a bit along with May and Phil, "those are the shoes you liked in the catalog!" Skye didn't seem to notice the stares. May looked to where the girl was pointing. Those were the same shoes as yesterday.

"Those are the shoes you looked at yesterday, why don't you go grab them, we can get them before we go to the next store," May suggested, Jemma nodded a bit,

"Thank you," she murmured before walking slowly over to the shoes and grabbing the box. She walked back again and placed them in the cart.

Skye was trying to walk ahead of the cart with Jemma's hand in her's. The issue was that Jemma was small for her age and was trailing behind. Skye didn't know if this family was going to work but she did know one thing, they didn't want Jemma to be perfect. Or at least they didn't care too much if she wasn't.

Once Skye had broken in to one of the computers, and she had seen her case file. She didn't know all the words but she knew they weren't good.

Violent outbursts,

Disregard for rules,

Those were the main reason she was rarely in a foster home. Jemma wasn't in foster homes very often either. Before she had been in lots though, and most of them had wanted to foster her because of what her file said,

Well behaved

Well mannered

Intelligent

Then people discovered the counting and the clocks. Now that was probably on her file.

Skye had never told Jemma any of that. She didn't want to make her sad. Now she might have to because otherwise Jemma was never going to be happy no matter how nice this family was.

"Jemma, you need to stop," Skye whispered,

"Stop what?" Jemma asked. Skye sighed, she wondered if it would be more or less frustrating if Jemma was being sarcastic.

"They're social workers Jemma, they know what every word on our file means, they know we're not perfect so you should stop acting like it," Jemma scrunched up her face, she apparently didn't buy it.

"How do you know they're social workers?" Jemma asked,

"May had one of those cards Ms. Hill has, it had her picture and her name and everything, and Coulson said they work together," Skye explained. Jemma seemed to consider that for a moment.

"Okay," Skye held on to Jemma's hand a bit tighter.

The rest of the shopping trip went surprisingly well. In fact the rest of the week went surprisingly well. The rest of the week of course was the rest of the day, but still.

"How are we supposed to tell their school uniforms apart? They look exactly the same," May exclaimed pulling the plastic tag off a sweater.

"They probably have the sizes on the inside," Coulson responded,

"That's true," May looked at the permanent tags. Coulson sat down with a bunch of hangers and passed one to her. She pulled the sweater she was holding on to it. Suddenly she had an idea.

"Pass me that marker," she said, pointing at a sharpie on the coffee table. She took it when he did and quickly wrote SKYE on the hanger. She grabbed the rest of Skye's uniform, pulled the sweater off the hanger and put everything on it how it would be worn. She grabbed another hangar and wrote JEMMA on it before doing the same with Jemma's. Coulson took another marker and they both put the rest of the clothes on the hangers.

"Well, that solves the problem temporarily,"

"Long enough for us to go to sleep,"

Skye woke up with a school uniform at the end of her bed. She groaned, uniform schools were always mean. The teachers always yelled and sent her to the principal's office. Then they called home and she was back at St.Agnes. She should have known that there would be a catch with the May-Coulsons.

Uniform school.

She hadn't been expecting that. At least the uniform seemed kind of comfortable. The sweater was one of the itchy ones though. Not soft like a hoodie. At least it had pants and sneakers instead of a skirt and Mary Jane shoes.

Skye grumbled to herself as she changed into it.

She looked at herself in the mirror in her room. Her hair was messy but other than that she thought she would make a good first impression.

She walked out into the hallway and wondered if the May-Coulson's would still make her and Jemma breakfast on weekdays.

She knew how to make toast so if it wasn't she'd be fine. She was pretty sure Jemma knew how to as well and if she didn't Skye would make her some. She wiggled her feet in her shoes and wondered if someone could help her tie the tie she was holding in her hand.

She walked down the stairs of the large house and found it almost entirely empty. She looked at the window and realised it was still dark, she had woken up too early. She sighed and sat down on the couch, well she was already dressed now. She stood up again. Then she realized something, that meant that Jemma wasn't awake, and she had fallen asleep with Jemma on her floor. She ran upstairs and pushed open her door. She scanned the room. No Jemma. She fell to the ground to see if maybe she had rolled under the bed. No Jemma. She pulled back the covers on her bed, wondering if maybe Jemma had pushed herself against the wall. Still no Jemma. She opened the door, not noticing the noise she was making. She opened Jemma's room and didn't see her anywhere. Where was she? Skye let a small sob escape her mouth. She walked out of Jemma's room and slammed the door behind her before sliding against it and tucking her head into her knees.

She heard footsteps at the end of the hall and looked up to find Coulson rubbing his eyes,

"What's wrong," he asked her sitting down next to her in front of Jemma's door.

"I don't know where Jemma is," she admitted. She felt terrible. She had always promised Jemma she would find her and now she had lost her.

"You know what I bet?" Coulson said standing up and offering her a hand to help her up. Skye stood up without his help,

"What?" she asked,

"Jemma probably went downstairs with May," he responded. Skye wiped her eyes,

"Really?" Coulson nodded,

"How about we go check before we panic alright?" he asked. Skye nodded and followed him down the first set of stairs, and then the second that were hidden behind a door she had thought was a closet. They walked down and Jemma was sitting on a chair as May kicked one of the punching bag things that she had seen at St.Agnes a few times in the storage room.

May was hitting it hard too. She was good. Maybe social workers got in more fights then she thought. She walked over to Jemma and sat down on a chair next to her's. Jemma was in her uniform too. Coulson walked over to May,

"I'm going to go start breakfast," May nodded,

"Thanks," Coulson's smiled,

"You two staying down here?" Jemma shook her head and Skye stood up with her.

The next few hours passed much too fast. Before Skye knew it she was in front of a class filled with desks and with a room at the back labeled "COATS," in big orange letters. Skye looked over at Coulson who had walked her to her class while May walked Jemma to her's. Skye had considered asking to walk Jemma to her class but even though the May-Coulsons didn't necessarily want the perfect kid she was worried they would think that was too much.

She clutched the straps of her backpack. Coulson put a hand on her shoulder,

"How about we go to the coat room," he suggested. She took a deep breath and nodded. They walked towards the coat room. Skye took her backpack and her coat off and put them on the hook.

She looked up at him,

"Are you okay if I leave now," he asked. Skye nodded. He smiled at her, "okay well have a good day," Skye nodded. As Coulson walked away she wondered how the seating plan here worked. She doubted that she would be allowed to choose her seat. It didn't seem like that kind of place. She sighed and walked towards the class anyways.

Coulson was on the way out of the office to go pick up Jemma and Skye when he was stopped by Maria walking in front of him.

"I have a new case for you,"

"Maria I'm off of work now," he told her,

"Coulson , this is important and you're the only person who will take this, everyone else is either on call or have too many cases," she argued. Coulson sighed,

"Okay, who's the case?"

"Barbara Morse, twelve years old. I'll email you the file and the address,"

AN:Carin: HEYO! Chapter three down! Sorry it took me so long to update but I had a story for school so I was working on that, but that's done now, at least the rough draft. Now we just have to do stupid editing. If there are a bunch of mistaken in chapters soon to come it's because my brain has run out of grammar and cannot proofread anything else. I don't love this chapter but whatever, it gets the story where it needs to be.

Anyways hope you enjoyed,

BYE!!!!!