AN: Now, I know what you're thinking. 'It can't get worse right?' Well, very optimistic reader... Oh dear...

A Mother's Love

Bobbi lifted Skye's motionless body up and made a dash. There was so much blood Bobbi couldn't even tell where it was coming from. Wherever they were- it was like a maze, and with Her severely depraved body for 2 days it made her judgement... questionable. Skye grew even more pale by the second and with a quick glance to the girl the mistake was already made- Bobbi felt a tug on her shoulder and was grabbed and tossed like nothing, effectively throwing Skye in the ground, again like a rag doll.

"THAT is my Daughter! HOW dare you try and take her from me!" Cal snarled, as Bobbi was thrown free into the wall- Skye was on the ground. Skye was face down on the ground and almost didn't look real, until the floor started pooling with blood.

Bobbi slowly stood back up, Willpower being the only thing giving her strength at this point "She's hurt, she needs a doctor!" She yelled with a voice of fury and high concern but course and broken. "I am a Doctor! You... You can't take her from me, you can't. No no no!." Cal began pacing back and forth as he Wildly began swinging his arms "Not again, you can't have Daisy. She's mine! MINE!" Cal charged at Bobbi with that word that held such.. Menace. The older woman hardly had any actual strength in her, she was beyond exhausted and that little scuffle with Garrett was about all she had left...

Why didn't she hang on to the gun? She couldn't help but feel her Mother being disappointed right now. That could've changed everything, Skye could be getting the help she needed right now. Bobbi was foolish, arrogant. That may have cost her dearly, the same arrogance Natasha held.. Had held, she corrected. She had plenty of time to come to terms of her sister being dead while strapped down to a chair for 2 days.

Cal put his hands around Bobbi's neck and started to squeeze. "S-Sk-e" she choked out-this was it.. All of her years of training like her Mother taught her, for what? To end in a horribly cliche moment? If she wasn't being strangled to death she may have thought how incredibly lame this was, Skye needed help, and now she has failed. Bobbi could feel her life Flash between her eyes as she gazed at her sister lying motionless on the ground- her vision was starting to blur. The grip this guy had was unreal, InHuman even.. "I am sorry, I am... But you need to die so she can live with me."

He was nuts.

As Bobbi's eyes slowly started to close and allowed the pitch black void take hold. She prayed someone at least save her sister. Skye deserved so much more. She'd been through too much, this wasn't fair. Every possible turn this little girl had, was abuse. Nuns who never cared for her well-being, Terrified on Animals because of abusive foster homes.. Why wouldn't the universe give her a break?

There was a loud crash followed by the door blown right off the hinges. "Hands off the girl and back away!" Was that... May? Bobbi's vision had nearly blacked out and everything was getting muffled. Whoever it really was, well they were too late.

"Last warning! Unless you want an arrow in the chest!" Alright... that sounded like Clint. Who else lived in the medieval times? Clint was probably the only person to be extremely threatening, and yet sound the least threatening.

"No, touch me and I snap this girls Neck."

"Trust me, I'll kill you before you get the chance. Let her go now."

May glanced over and saw Skye laying in a pool of blood, her heart jumped right through her chest, before feeling like it had stopped completely. "Oh Skye! No no no! Oh God!"

May didn't know what to do.

"EMT en route! Apprehend the suspect" Another older man Bobbi vaguely thought was a cop. She couldn't make coherent sense of the situation.

Bobbi didn't see Cal move his head but she just.. knew, and in a last ditch effort she tried to free herself, Cal was pushed off her and Bobbi gasped for the biggest breath she could muster, before passing out completely.

"Well played, we seem to be at a standstill." Cal chuckled. He still thought he had the advantage here.

"Skye, baby, wake up. You have to wake up, please. Skye open your eyes." May cried on the floor with her little girl. Clint felt a sadness and an anger take over- this Man was responsible for shooting Natasha his love, Kidnapping Bobbi and Skye and who knows what else. This was his family. "Please, don't take her from me." May whispered as she held her little girl tight. "You can't take her from me, she's my baby. She's been through too much."

Clint did the only sensible thing- under direct orders he was given the order shoot to kill. He drew an arrow from his quiver and took aim with his bow. He wasn't even looking at Cal- just staring at the pool of blood in front of him, he released his arrow. He knew his arrow hit his mark. They always did. He didn't aim for a vital spot though, maybe it was a weakness within Clint. Death seemed to easy for this Man. The Coulsons were more or less his Family. You don't mess with Family.

The next 5 minutes were the longest 5 minutes of May's life while they waited for the EMT.

They were both alive, But Skye was in... well she was in horrible condition. She lost a lot of blood and hardly had a pulse, and those were the things they knew. Skye looked like a corpse by time they had her in the ambulance.

"Ma'am- Your daughter. What's her blood type?" May froze as the ambulance picked up speed. "I uh-I- I don't know she.. O-Positive I think.." the paramedic nodded slowly. "I know it's hard ma'am I've managed to get the bleeding to stop but she's lost a lot of blood-" the nurse stopped her words when the machinery began to show her heart rate was spiking sporadically. "Bruce! Speed up, she's spiking!" The paramedic had to force oxygen into the girls system for the next 60 seconds-The paramedic yelled as the monitors began to flat-line..

The ambulance came to an abrupt stop.. they must've gotten to the Hospital..

Oh God... her baby girls heart had stopped.

"Oh No, Skye please no!" May cried, "Stand back!" The paramedic pushed May gently out of the way and pushed the back doors open. A bunch of nurses came rushing over- "get her into the E.R immediately- her heart stopped approximately 90 seconds out."

This couldn't be happening...

This can't happen..

Skye deserved so much more than this... So why? Why at every turn was this girl faced with an impossible amount of dead ends? Her 3 girls were in the hospital... 2 of them were now battling for their lives.

May did the first reaction that popped into her head- she ran after her baby.

She only made it as far as the door to the E.R. "I'm sorry you have to wait here."

More nurses and Doctors rushed in.

No... Oh God No...

May was usually calm, composed, collective- but everything that was happening she broke... she fell to the floor crying hysterically. What else could she do anyway? Natasha was still in surgery and now Skye... and Bobbi..

May was left wondering if she did everything she could. She was confident when she assembled a rescue team that she could forcefully let the old Melinda May out. But that's not what happened- If anything seeing what she saw with Natasha and after the initial shock wore off followed by her other 2 little girls... hurt.. It just brought the Mother out in here even more- and yes Melinda wasn't the biological Mother of these children but that didn't mean she could ever love them any less.

"Mrs. Coulson? I'm Doctor Steven Strange." May jumped up from her seat instantly, dread filling her with worst case scenarios. "My baby..?"

"She's alive, she has what is known as Traumatic Pneumothorax, fancy name for a collapsed lung. The built up pressure from her injury was enough to stop her heart. It's rare but it's something that happens- however..." Doctor Strange paused, May knew he had more to tell. "However...? Please- what else?"

The Doctor took a deep breath. "I'm afraid your Daughter is in a Coma. She took a nasty hit on her head, which leads me to believe once the swelling goes down she should wake up. I'm afraid we have to monitor her closely, she's a fighter- but she's not out of the woods yet. I've never seen quite an injury like this with a child and survive."

May nodded numbly at the Doctor. Her little girl was a fighter- May knew that the minute Phil and Her decided to bring her home.

"Where do we go from here? You'll have to forgive me for freaking out. 3 out of 4 kids I have are currently in this hospital unconscious." May wiped a tear that threatened to spill over.

"Natasha-Romanov-Coulson - 17 Gun shot wound 2 Days ago, is in recovery. Barbara-Morse-Coulson - 25(check) - crushed Larynx- unconscious in recovery. And Mary-Sue-Poots-" May cut the Doctor off abruptly "Skye, her name is Skye." Doctor Strange looked puzzled "She hates that name and won't respond to it-" May smiled briefly as a few more tears fell "We were going to surprise her after they came back from the park. Legally changed name and official adoption. " May held back a sob at the thought. "Right.. You can go in and sit with her.. I'll go find your husband."

Skye was on the other side of the building in the pediatric wing.

Skye opened her eyes confused. She didn't remember where she was... It was dark.. "H...Hello?" She called out in fear.. No response, and she was scared, terribly so. Where was she? Where was her family? Had they left her again? "Stupid Mary-Sue, did you actually think anyone wanted you?" A familiar voice called out.. She shuttered at the voice, Lars Jackson. One of the people who had tormented and tortured her the most. "Here you are, all alone again. You disgust me Mary, how can you not see no one ever liked you, no one ever will like you. You're a freak!"

This couldn't be real Skye thought, it couldn't. Lars Jackson was the worst kind of person. Tears poured down her face is a long stream at the words she had used to hear every single day. "Crying again are we freak?" Where was her Mom, her Dad, her Family? "Mommy!" Skye cried out, Lars let out a devilish laugh, as though the terror was some kind of delight. "That's cute Mary, you have no family remember? The last Family you had were killed because of you."

This was all wrong, Skye knew it. But before she had time to question it she was... Somewhere else... She was back at the Orphanage. "Mary-Sue, why do you keep coming back here?" One of the sisters asked.

Why did she keep coming back? Why couldn't Skye be a perfect fit for a family? Years of being crammed into her brain about God and how 'God is Love' and yet here Skye was, literally beaten and abandoned and she couldn't help but think to herself, what kind of God condemns a child through this kind of torture? "Where's my Mommy?" Skye choked out as the tears continued to fall. One of the sisters head tilted in a weird way "Oh... You killed them. God has created such a cruel monster."

And as soon as the words left the nuns mouth everything began to blur and blend around until she was standing over... "BOBBI! Tasha!?" Those were her sisters laying down on the ground covered in blood. Skye threw herself on the ground and began shaking them. "Please, please please wake up. I want to go home." They never woke up though, until the room around her blended around again. This time however she was at home... Everything seemed normal... "Mommy? Daddy?" Skye didn't hear any footsteps but she quietly made her way up the stairs. Tiptoeing to Natasha's room as quiet as a mouse.

"MARY-SUE! What have I told you about coming into my room!?" Natasha snapped in a fierce rage. Skye recoiled back at the snap, she'd never seen Natasha so mad before. "I'm sorry. I can't find Mommy or Daddy." At least that much was the worth. Natasha just tilted her head in confusion. "You killed them too Mary, they're dead all because of you, EVERYTHING is always your fault!" Natasha stood up and shoved Skye into the wall, hard. Everything went silent and dark as Skye reached for her head... It felt warm and wet.

Where was she? Would she ever wake up from this nightmare? Skye wanted her Mom.. Her Dad... She wanted the warm feeling of love they gave her, not this cold dark place of hellish memories.

Bobbi was sitting in the waiting room for word from her Mom or Dad on someone's condition. The Doctor had said she was fine, she'd be sore for a while sure- but she walked away pretty much unscathed. "Bobbi?" The girl lifted her head up to see her father. "Dad! Is Tasha alright?!" Tears were pouring out without any warning to her, Phil put his hands up. "She's a fighter you know that, I removed the bullet and did everything I could. She's alive." He put his hands on her shoulder and smiled. "Your Mother and sister?" He asked.

Bobbi shook her head. "I can't go in Dad, I can't. How can I look Mom in the face knowing how badly I failed her? She probably hates me. Skye will probably hate me!"

"Barbara... You know better. Your Mother loves you dearly, she isn't capable of hate. What happened was terrible but you did what you had to do to survive. I'm not going to say things would've gone the same had you done something different. You did what you needed to do."

"But.. I killed a man. Daddy, how can I forgive myself? I couldn't protect her!"

Phil let out a small sigh. " I won't lie to you. That's something you're going to have to live with for the rest of your life. That's why I never wanted you... Any of you in SHIELD. I never wanted you to know the burden of taking a life. But just know that I love you, you did what you needed to protect you sister. You're both alive because of you. Barbara Morse-Coulson, I am so proud of you."

Bobbi let out a small sob. "Can you ever forgive me?"

"I never once blamed you for any of this. You're so strong but I know how emotional you are too sweetie. I'll say it one time, and you'll probably hear the same thing from your Mom. This was not your fault, we love you the same- if not more for what you did keeping Skye alive."

Phil wondered... He heard Natasha say Skye freed her. "How did Skye get you free? Wasn't she being watched?"

"She told me her friend snuck in and Freed her. Grant Ward. I never saw him though."

"We can worry about that later, lets go see your mom." Bobbi wiped the tears off her face even though he eyes were all red and puffy she followed her dad to the door.

As the two opened the door they saw May sitting on the side of the hospital bed with tears pouring down her face looking at Skye who looked even tinier hooked up to machines. Bobbi tried to back away but felt a small tug from her father. "Mel." Phil's voice was soft and gentle. May looked up diligently and immediately saw how red Bobbi's eyes were. May wasn't a fool, she stood up from her chair and rushed over to her daughter and pulled her into a hug. "Thank you, Bobbi. Thank you so much. I'm so glad you're okay."

Maybe Bobbi misunderstood her Mom behind her sobs. "Aren't you mad at me?" She tried to fight the tears this time but she couldn't stop them. "It's all my fault. I'm so sorry mom."

May pulled back a bit and scrunched her face. "You're sor-... sorry? Bobbi, you saved Skye's life. You know I know what you're going through. Everything you did lead to Skye being alive. You can't worry about what-ifs. I did for years I always wondered what I could've done different. And sweetie I'm telling you... You have nothing to regret."

"I love you mom."

A huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders knowing her mom wasn't furious with her. "My girls are fighters. You just wait, Skye will wake up."

It was almost like May wasn't trying to convince herself honestly, she was holding it together, but just barely. "I gave Skye's social worker a call. She was visiting Family is England and is getting a flight here as soon as she can but they've been having bad weather over there."

Phil nodded and carefully walked over to Skye and took a seat, examining the vitals from the Monitor. "What did the Doctor say?" He asked keeping his eyes on the machine.

"He said she's in a coma and is likely to wake up when the swelling goes down. Why?"

"Bobbi, go fetch the Doctor for me."

"Phil?"

"Dad?"

"Do it now Bobbi." His words left no room for argument and Bobbi made a quick dash for the door.

"Her heart rate is way too low Mel and it's dropping. That's not a good sign."

"Phil, what are you talking about?"

"I just want the Doctor to double check her. I don't think my heart can handle anymore catastrophic problems today."

AN: Um... Don't hurt me?