An: Carin: So two people reviewed the story the night I updated so those responses will be at the end of this chapter.

Mama and other variations did not become a constant in the May-Coulson home but a lot of the other traits Skye had shown did. In fact seemingly a day together had made a lot of progress. Bobbi hid in her room a lot less. All though she still wasn't too fond of physical contact she would usually allow her hair to be brushed out of her face or an occasional kiss on the forehead. Jemma had become a lot more talkative, and Skye had made a lot of progress. She had gone from being very quiet to talkative and funny and there were sometimes May would have even described her as clingy, which would have been frustrating for most people but for them their nine year old wanting to be held and cuddled was such a hurdle jumped over.

Unfortunately just when it seemed like they were finally getting out of the woods the nightmares started.

They weren't every night but they were woken up by the loud screaming at least three times a week.

The first time it was Bobbi. She had woken up screeching at the top of her lungs, sobbing, and covered in sweat. She had refused any comfort and shoved herself into the corner of her bed. She had screamed at them until finally May had sent Coulson out of the room and Bobbi had allowed her to sit next to her and rub her back while she calmed down and talked about it.

Next it had been Jemma. Jemma hadn't been woken up by her screaming but the rest of them had been. Once she had been woken up she hadn't wanted to talk about it. She just wanted whoever was closest to hold her and rock her back and forth while she counted. The next mourning she had corrected all the clocks.

Last had been Skye. Skye had woken up screaming and hadn't stopped until May and Coulson had given her heavy reassurance that she was at home with them and Jemma and Bobbi and no one was going to hurt her.

Then it happened again, and again except with a new order everytime. It didn't take long for them to know exactly who was screaming, and everytime it happened May and Coulson both spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling.

Skye didn't entirely know where they were going but she was excited about it. Well other than the fact that it meant May was doing her hair. May wasn't so great at brushing out the knots gently. It was leading to a lot of 'Ow!' And a lot of 'sorry'. Finally May pulled an elastic around the end of a braid and both let out a long dramatic sigh. Skye ran a hand through her bangs which was now her only hair that was still down.

"Is it done?" she asked,

"Yes," May sighed, "it's not great, but I hope you like it," Skye turned to the mirror and looked at the braid,

"What kind of braid is it?" she asked, she knew there was lots of types of braids and this wasn't the typical three strand braid she was used to.

"It's a French braid," May told her. Skye smiled. She grabbed May's hand and the two walked down the hall to where Jemma was standing.

"You ready?" May asked.

Jemma nodded. Jemma came and held on to Skye's hand. All three walked towards the stairs. Bobbi was pulling on a pair of shoes and Coulson was putting on a jacket.

"Where are we going again?" Skye asked,

"You'll see," Coulson stated.

As the family got out of the car Skye took in her surroundings. It looked like the restaurant a foster family had taken her to. She grabbed Coulson's hand immediately and he smiled down at her.

"We're going to a restaurant?" she asked. Coulson nodded,

"We thought it would be fun and we have something important to talk about," suddenly she remembered the last foster family that had taken her to a restaurant. The Jones family. They had been nice and treated her like a daughter, then Mrs.Jones got pregnant and they sent her back. They had told her all this at a nice restaurant like this one.

Skye ran a hand over her arm and tried to push away the nervousness in her mind. Coulson seemingly noticed,

"Don't worry it's nothing bad," he told her. Still Skye kept her toes curled in her shoes as they walked inside and were taken to a table. A waitress came up and took their drink orders.

May smiled at them and so did Coulson,

"So we wanted to talk to you girls about something pretty important," Coulson started,

"We wanted to start out by telling you that your answer doesn't change anything," May added, "It's fine no matter what," Coulson nodded,

"So we love fostering you girls but there are some issues with it," that was all Skye needed to hear. They were sending her back. She stood up and sprinted towards the washroom. She locked herself in one the toilets and knelt on the floor. They were sending her back just like people always did. Her stomach felt like it was turning. She turned around and emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet. They had wanted her and she'd ruined it. Her stupid nightmares had ruined it. She let out a sob and She felt the burning in her throat as she turned around and sobbed into her knees ignoring the awful smell. Suddenly anger surrounded her. May had said she was staying here forever. She hated when people said that and then sent her back. She hated that it was happening again. Especially with the May-Coulson's. She wanted to stay with May and Coulson and Jemma and even Bobbi as long as she stayed with her family, but they weren't her family. They didn't want her. She kept sobbing

For a second the whole family froze. Then Jemma went to stand up and May reached out to place a hand on her shoulder.

"Jemma you stay here I'll go talk to her alright," May stated. Jemma looked skeptical but sat down anyways. May stood up and headed in the direction of the washroom. She was immediately met by the smell of vomit and the sound of sobbing. She walked from where she could hear Skye crying.

"Skye what's wrong?" she asked. She was just met with more sobbing, "Skye sweetheart can you please tell me what's wrong," the sobbing got harder and May still didn't get an answer. She crouched on the ground.

"Why are you sending me back?" Skye whispered. May nearly broke into tears herself, they should have made it more clear that what they were saying wasn't a goodbye,

"Skye we're not sending you back, we're never going to send you back," May assured. Still the sobbing continued and Skye didn't unlock the door.

"Go away!" she exclaimed. May didn't leave the room but she did go sit on a small bench that was near the door. She waited a minute, "I told you to leave!" Skye screamed when she realized May hadn't left,

"I'm not going to leave you Skye, and I'm not going to take you back," May assured her. Still nothing, "Skye please will you come back to the table with me so we can explain,"

"I wanna go home I don't wanna stay here," Skye sobbed. May sighed and wondered when the plan had went off the rails.

"We can go home Skye, we'll let Coulson, Jemma and Bobbi finish eating though okay," the door unlocked. Skye nodded,

"And you're not sending us back?" she asked. May shook her head,

"No Skye, not ever," Skye nodded and wrapped her arms around May's neck. May lifted her off the ground and placed her on her hip.

"I love you," May told Skye as she tightened her grip on May,

"I love you too," Skye responded.

The entire family decided that the best idea was for them to pay for their drinks and for everyone to go home where they could eat dinner and finish the conversation. So now Jemma and Skye were snuggled one of the armchairs with Bobbi curled up in the other one and May and Coulson on the loveseat. For the first time Coulson was starting to realise that there was some issues with their home. Their car was too small for one thing, they also didn't have a lot of seating. They had a good sized love seat, and two chairs but they hadn't made a lot of changes to their home because they had thought that they were only going to have one foster child, Maria had told them that Jemma and Skye would both be a great fit for their family. Of course Bobbi had come to live with them with no warning. Somehow they were perfect. A thousand times better than any perfect family he or May could have imagined. And they weren't perfect their house didn't have enough seats, and their car didn't have enough space. They would work on it together, as a family. Which was why neither Coulson nor May had any anxiety as they all looked at each other from opposite sides of the room.

"So we're just going to cut right to the point this time," May told them. She looked to Coulson for him to continue,

"Our problem with fostering you is that there's a scary possibility of one or all of you being moved, which is why, we want to adopt you,"

AN:Carin: I swear the next chapter will be centered around characters other than May and Skye. Also this chapter was kind of sad, the next one will be much less sad. Anyways review response time,Chapter sevenGuest: thank youTamara: I agree Star Wars is great,Chapter eightSlynnr: Maybe? I'm not sure yet, I do have a couple of ideas if I do.LoneWolfOneill: Thank you! I'll definitely take a Star Trek marathon into consideration for a scene,Tamara: It felt like it fit with the scene