The thing about Skye
She hates doctors.
Skye hates doctors. Not doctor doctors (it's not their fault she ended up having to see them so often), but therapists.
She was forced to go to a lot of therapists when she was younger, all thinking they could fix her, or figure out what's wrong with her. Always trying to dig and prod and drag all of Skye's most painful thoughts and memories out into the open to dissect and talk and reason about until she feels stupid for even having those thoughts.
(She still has those thoughts, but now she has the added shame and pressing certainty that she's even more stupid than her teachers and the nuns always told her).
The ones that didn't want to talk, shoved medications at her left and right- medications that either got stolen by her foster parents, or medications that made her more miserable than ever. She preferred it when her foster parents stole them.
So, when May brings in a therapist, Skye is less than impressed and her hackles are already raised before she even meets the man.
It's only the fact that May was married to him that she doesn't start throwing things at him as soon as he walks through the door.
He's one of the doctors that want to talk and dissect, and Skye hates that her fate as an agent rests in his hands. If he says she's not fit to be an agent, would Coulson send her away? This is the first place she's ever felt accepted and loved. It's her home. Her team is her family. What her old social workers would call her 'forever home.'
And her being here is the very thing currently putting them in danger. Her and her… powers.
A/N: Please review.
~Silver~
