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Coulson stood outside the medpod looking in on Skye as she clicked away on her laptop when Fitzsimmons came around the corner from the lab.
He looked towards them "Anything?"
Jemma shrugged a shoulder "welll, it appears whatever was changing her bloodcells has stopped. Meaning she is physically done changing"
"Okay..."
"But I fear eventually, mentally she will degrade"
"What does that mean exactly?"
Before she could answer a loud thud follwed by a string of colorful words got their attention.
Coulson looked in on Skye to see her on the floor, tangled in her bed sheets with her laptop laying beside her. He entered the room and helped a frustrated Skye untangle herself from her linens. She turned over her laptop and gasped when she seen the screen flickering and a giant webbed shatter mark. Her eyes began to water and her lip poked out as sat on the floor "I can't even get out of bed by myself"
"Hey. Skye look at me" when she did he continued "Fitzsimmons are working around the clock on this okay? It will all work out. It could be worse..."
"Worse? How much worse could it get?!"
He shrugged his shoulders as he picked up the broken cpu and fixed her bed "You could have tentacles"
"I'm thinking being a squid beats being stuck in a 3 year olds body! Look at me! I look ridiculous AC!"
"I think you look adorable" he tossed her a grin and lifted her back on to the bed.
"That's because you don't need help doing everything! I can't even sit on the toilet myself without almost falling in!" she said in a huff then blushed at her admission, she put head in her hands "This is so embarrassing"
"We'll figure this out. In the mean time..."
"No... I mean... I have to pee. WHICH is why I tried getting out of bed to begin with" she looked up at Coulson with wide glossy eyes.
Coulson cleared his throat then glanced around before helping her off the bed and walked with her down the hall to the bathroom where he ran into May coming out.
"May! Oh your timing is impeccable! Skye needs assistance" he glanced down at his tiny agent who reached up, grabbed his hand and shifted from foot to foot.
"Assistance wi..." The older women shut her mouth in a thin line then rolled her eyes before pushing the bathroom door open for Skye to enter. May mouthed 'you owe me' to Coulson as she followed her underling into the restroom.
When they exited Skye look relieved and as usual May had a stoic face. The younger agent looked up at the older women and looked embarrassed but said thank you anyways. May nodded and left without a word; making her way to the cockpit.
Coulson held out his hand "Come on. Let's find something to eat"
"I look 3 but I'm not really a little kid who needs to hold hands ya know" she said but she reached up and grabbed his hand anyways. Coulson smirked as he led her to the kitchen.
After lunch was eventful because Simmons made the mistake of suggesting that Skye take nap which caused a meltdown from the younger agent saying she was too big for a nap. The tantrum eventually ended with her tiring herself out and falling asleep then Coulson carrying her to bed.
Tripp pointed to Skyes sleeping form on the monitor "The hell was that?!"
"As I began explaing to the Director earlier; Skye has finished changing in appearance but mentally she is far from finished and by that I mean eventually she will also have the mind capacity of juvenile"
"So your telling me not only will she look three but she will begin to act three?"
Simmons nodded "Yes sir and I believe we got our first glimpse today after lunch"
"She has no uhm... no uhm control over her actions" Fitz threw in "She'll will have no recollection of, of who we are once thee uh..." He snapped his fingers and looked to Jemma for assistance.
"Skye will have no recollection of who we are once the change has occurred. Though it is unclear whether or not she will have 3 year old Skye's memory or a clean slate"
"Any progress on a reversal?" Coulson asked as he eyed Skye on the screen
"None yet sir. I'm sorry" Jemma bowed her head.
"We keep this info to ourselves until we know more. Understood?"
The team nodded went thier separate ways after that, a little dejected.
Coulson later found May doing tai chi and began talking to her.
"Am I interrupting?... no?" He sat down beside and watched her fluid movements. He didn't think he would ever tire of watching her do this; he loved it at the Academy and he loved it just as much now. He would sometimes watched as May taught Skye during thier early morning sessions but he would never tell her that.
"Are you okay?"
No answer.
"I mean your even less talkative since..."
She shot him a glance as she continued her routine but didnt speak.
"Alright, good talk" he stood up and left her alone.
May was sitting in the cockpit having decided it was time to fly back from Lebanon now that they knew Skye would survive her exposure to the 0-8-4. She flipped a switch that activated the comm system "Lock it or lose it people"
There was a knock on the door behind her
"Phil, I'm fine" she grunted
"Why wouldn't you be?" Came a tiny voice from the other side of the door "oh God the 0-8-4 get you too?"
May held in her sigh as Skye asked if she could come in "Skye I'm about to..."
"Please?"
Rolling her eyes she granted access only to hear Skye jiggling the the door.
"Uh May?... I can't reach the handle"
Holding in a growl she opened the door to a frustrated Skye with tears in her eyes. She took a step back to let her in and took in her appearance as she did. Skye was sporting major bed head and had on a ridiculous shirt that was much too big on her, she was basically swimming it. It took a couple tries but she was finally able to climb into the 2nd pilot chair and let out a tired sigh.
"Damn, guess you never think about what a privilege hieght can be" Skye joked as she got on her knees to look out at the sunset.
May smirked and sat in the pilot chair and started up the bus. She looked over to Skye "Buckle up."
Skye grinned and plopped down in her chair; happy she wasn't being asked to leave. She grabbed for the safety buckles and fiddled with trying to get them to connect. Casting a worried glance over at May then back down at her hands she tried again. May toggled some switches and looked over at Skye "Skye wheels up. Buckle. Up."
The smaller girl nodded her head and tried again as the bus came to life. She could feel the tears building in her eyes and sniffled; mentally she willed her self not to cry in front on May or ask for help but the tears were now making it hard to see what she was doing. After the 3rd sniffle the older women looked over as a tear ran down Skye's little cheek. She stared for a moment before unbuckling herself and leaned over to help Skye.
"Here." May took the buckles from Skye's hands and fastened her then adjusted the straps so they were snug
Skye looked away "Sorry," she wiped her eyes and sniffled "I knew what I wanted to do but my hands wouldn't cooperate"
"Muscle memory. It's second nature to your mind but not to your new bod... situation. It's not your fault"
May took to the sky and slipped on her aviators "And next time just ask for help. There's no shame in it"
Skye rolled her eyes "Right. This coming from Ms. Independent"
"Touché."
They sat in comfortable silence until Skye spoke "Think maybe one day you'll teach me?"
May knew she was referring to piloting and cast a glance at the small girl next to her "Want to be a pilot when you grow up?"
Skyes mouth fell open and closed a fews times before glaring at her S.O. "I hate you"
"No, you don't"
"Uh huh!" Skye paused then asked "Are we there yet?"
"No."
Another ten minutes passed before Skye asked again. After the fifth time May looked over with a glare to find Skye grinning at her. Realizing Skye had been messing with her the whole time she let her lips press into a thin line "I hate you."
"No you don't"
May trained her features not to let her smirk show as she turned back to the painted sky infront of her.
After a while she switched to autopilot and looked over to the sleeping form beside her. She unbuckled her then lifted her, suprised at how light she actually was. She was holding Skye so that they were chest to chest, her head resting on Mays shoulder and her own arm under the little girls backside for support.
When she reached the med pod Simmons was talking to Coulson who wore a soft smile when he looked up to see them enter. May walked to the bed and gently laid Skye down then pulled blankets up around her, she made no eye contact on the way out but did speak "Not one word."
Later Coulson entered the cockpit and sat in the empty chair next to May "Simmons says she sleeping so much because of the strain her body went through during it transformation"
May nodded and switched something on the dash.
"When we land we should take her to get clothes that actually fit"
"We?"
Coulson nodded.
"No."
"Come on. Think of it as undercover"
"I hate undercover." She still didn't look in his direction
"I know but you'll do it anyways. If not for me then for her." He left the room with a grin plastered on his face.
"I hate undercover." she said again to the empty space around her as she set the coordinates for the playground.