Coulson went straight to his office. He had to come to terms with it. Skye was his daughter, lost to him over 20 years ago but here again.
There was a knock at his office door and May stepped in.
"How are you?" She cautiously asked.
He was silent. May sighed.
"They told me you were screaming not to give her the drug. Why?"
He remained silent for a moment.
"It's Daisy." He simply said.
May's demeanor instantly changed.
"What about her?"
"Skye. It's her." Coulson looked up.
"No, Phil. We've been down this road, she's gone. I can't do this again." May got up to leave.
"I have proof." Coulson said and stopped her.
May sighed and turned around.
"That's what you always say." She was fighting not to cry. "I. Can't. Do. It. I've accepted that she's gone, you have to and-"
"Simmons ran a DNA test." He cut her off. "I swabbed Skye's clothes, my cheek, and a cup you used. She ran the rest while we were in the guest house. She's ours."
He handed her the paper that stated what he was and May took it. Her hands began to tremble and she choked back a sob.
This was why she felt so connected with Skye. It was etched in her blood, in her heart she knew her daughter anywhere. They both did.
"How did you know?" She asked.
"I just knew." Phil walked around his desk.
He cautiously stepped forward and when May didn't make a move to stop him, he held her to him.
She broke down and held the paper to her chest with one hand and grabbed Phil's jacket in the other.
After, she found herself wandering down to Skye's med pod. This girl was her daughter. Daisy was alive. Not as healthy as May would like at the moment but she would pull through according to Simmons.
She breathed a sigh of relief and entered. Standing over the bed, she could see it now. She saw herself and Phil in this young girl. She pushed some hair out of her face, remmebering what her brown eyes looked like. Did they mirror her own?
As Skye continued to heal, both Phil and May felt better and better themselves. But she was stubborn, once she woke up she kept climbing out of her bed against Simmons' orders.
They decided not to tell her right away. She had been through an awful experience, and was still healing. Now was not the time to give her life changing news.
Coulson tried his hardest to find Director Fury to figure out what the hell they did to him and as a result, his daughter. He needed to know. He hadn't told May yet, he didn't want to scare her unless he had all the facts.
And of course because things couldn't stay peaceful, Lady Sif arrived from Asgard and told them she was hunting an escaped prisoner named Lorelei. Supposedly this woman could sway men to do whatever she wanted and was dangerous.
They tracked her to a small town in Death Valley and cornered her in a local bar. She had a biker gang and the local police force under her control. Sif went inside to try to take her into custody but she escaped by turning Ward and riding off on a bike with him. And the collar meant to keep her from speaking and controlling men was broken.
Coulson told Skye and she was upset, but he needed her to track him down. He was good and would be hiding well.
When she finally did track him down, she found him in Vegas at Caesar's Palace. SHIELD stormed the place but found the room empty. They didn't know where he was. But he was dangerous if he was turned and devoted to this woman.
They returned to the plane where Fitz told them there was no sign when he checked cameras all over Vegas. Then he said he fixed the collar and took Sif to the cage to inspect it.
Coulson asked May what she would do if she were Ward. Then she began to hear banging and the plane took off.
"If I was Ward. I wouldn't run. I'd take out my main threat." She said through gritted teeth.
Ward and Lorelei had taken the plane.
May ran to the cockpit to try to take back control. Coulson said he would check on Skye. On his way he ran into Fitz.
"Ward and Lorelei are on the plane. Where's the collar?" He asked.
"In there with Sif. Locked her in. Would not want her to get out and hurt Lorelei." Fitz said with a goofy grin.
It took Coulson a second to realize Lorelei had gotten to him too.
"Of course we wouldn't." He lied. "And Lorelei wants me to go downstairs and guard the girls."
May ran into the source of their problems.
"Aren't you the brave one?" Lorelei said when she saw May.
"You took my plane. I want it back." May braces herself for a fight.
"Well we can't always get what we want." The other woman said with a fake pout. "Actually, I can."
With her asgardian strength, she took a swing and threw May across the room.
The fight ensued. May groaned and got up. Ward stepped into the room and she tried to talk him down but he wouldn't budge.
While Ward held a gun to May, Lorelei left to retrieve Sif's sword. May waited for the right moment, which came when Fitz yelled that they have a problem. She took the distraction and knocked the gun from his hands. She just needed to get him under control.
But he managed to grab the gun and after crashing through a glass pane, they found themselves on the ground she was staring at the wrong end of the gun.
"Sorry about this." He said before he pulled the trigger.
But it just clicked. May had the magazine in her hands.
"Whoa. Whoa I'm sorry." Ward said.
May didn't believe him and stood ready to fight
"It's me." Ward tried to say.
"He speaks the truth." Sif said as she marched a captured Lorelei in.
May punched Ward, hard.
"Good to know." She mumbled.
It was over, Ward was back, and Lorelei was going back to Asgard. Ward apologized to everyone profusely.
After May went back to the cockpit to take off, Coulson went to talk to Skye. He found her with FitzSimmons and asked for a moment alone.
He finally broke down and told Skye that the drug was from an alien source.
"Alien as in unfamiliar?" Skye asked.
"No." Coulson said.
"Wow." Skye gasped.
"I tried to keep them from injecting you with it but I was too late. I'm sorry."
"So what? We're alive. And you've had it in you for a while and you're okay."
"I know nothing phases you, but this should phase you! We are completely in the dark here!"
"That's where we live. I'm an 084. I don't even know what that means. At least we're in the dark together."
"Yes." Coulson nodded. "But not anymore. To tell with codes and protocol. We're going after answers."
"If the teams up for it-" Skye tried to say.
"No. We can't tell them. This is staying between me and you. Men died for this secret. For their safety and ours, we don't tell them."
"Got it. So who do we go after first?"
"The person responsible for this." He pointed at her stomach. "And we make them pay."
Coulson called several high level agents on board and May got them to a certain cruising altitude before they began to talk. They were concerned that the person behind shooting Skye, known as the Clairvoyant, might actually have powers. So they took to the sky as a precaution.
Skye had narrowed down the candidates based on people rejected off the index. People who claimed to have clairvoyance but were disproven. The plan was for everyone to go in pairs and check out a candidate, one person would have half a name and the other a location.
But in order to be able to do that, she would have to be a SHIELD agent. May and Coulson were both proud and scared. They weren't sure they liked her being in SHIELD knowing how dangerous it could be.
But as no one but them knew she was their daughter, they kept their concerns to themselves and went along with her plan.
In the end, Thomas Nash ended up being the most likely candidate. He was supposedly able to predict things on occasion but was rejected from the index. And he was currently in a retirement home in a catatonic state. But when May and her partner reached the nursing home, Deathlock attacked. Her partner was left in critical condition and she returned to the bus.
May informed them that the nursing home had Nash listed as a resident but he wasn't there, it was a cover up. And Deathlock showed up to keep them from getting too close.
Skye gave them more information on the man and Coulson looked at his file.
"How many rounds did you say Blake fired?" Coulson asked May.
"I heard six. Why?" May answered.
"Because there are only five missing from this one." He held up a magazine. "And one from this." He held up another.
Blake had shot Deathlock with a tracking round. Skye got right on tracking the signal and May got them up in the air.
They found him at a race track in Florida. Immediately they headed there and raced to the location.
Upon arrival, Skye stepped out of the van. But May stepped in front of her.
"You'll he running back end from the van. You," she gestured to another agent, "I want you six feet from Skye at all times weapons hot."
"May, it's okay. I can do this." Skye assured her.
"May's right. I feel bad enough you're already back in the field. We're not taking any chances with your safety." Coulson said and nodded to the van.
Skye tolled her eyes and went back inside.
"She'll be fine." Coulson muttered to May as they approached the track.
It didn't go the way they wanted it to. They had him cornered, or so they thought. But he lead them down to the basement where they found the suspected Clairvoyant. He was surrounded by computer screens showing all sorts of things. This was how he knew what they were doing. He spoke to them through a computer, taunting Coulson about Skye and how he had her shot.
Enough was enough. May pulled a gun. She lost her temper, as she rarely did, and was prepared to shoot. But she didn't have to. Her gun wasn't even raised and a shot went off.
Ward was breathing deeply, clearly angry. Nash was dead. But Deathlock was gone, long escaped while they listened to Nash.
Back on the plane, May was angry.
"You told me before this mission she would be safe. We let Deathlock lead us down to the basement and he could have gone after her." She paced his office.
"She's fine. And the Clairvoyant is dead." Coulson assured me.
"I should have stayed with her."
"We needed you."
"Then she should have stayed on the plane!"
"We needed someone with her expertise."
"So you sent our daughter into the middle of this while she's still recovering from being SHOT?!"
"Melinda," Coulson stood up and walked up to her, "she's fine. I promise, I would never put her in danger knowingly. I'm sorry."
"That's enough. I've had enough." She stopped pacing. "I'm taking over her training. She needs to be able to take care of herself."
"Take it up with Ward." Coulson shrugged. She wasn't in a state to be argued with.
"Oh, I will." She stomped out.
Coulson sighed and slumped in his chair. He put his head in his hands. He heard someone step in and he looked up.
Skye was standing in front of him, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.
"How much did you hear?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
"Everything." She confirmed.
He came around and sat in a chair in front of his desk, inviting her to sit in the other.
"Ask me anything."
And she did. He told her how he and May met and married, had her, how she was a year old when she was taken away from them. How they searched the world for her and had to eventually stop because it was driving them completely insane. How they never really did, but they went back to work to try to make the world a better place, hoping she was still out there.
After, Coulson hugged her, her daughter, for what felt like the first time in years. Then he suggested she go to bed, May had gone to bed herself and they would all talk in the morning.
Skye went to go back to her bunk but she stopped when she say May. The other woman was standing at the back of the couch, with a white knuckle grip on it.
"Hi." Was all Skye could say.
May immediately turned around. She could see it in Skye's face. She knew.
May stepped forward and looked her over, really looked at her. Skye knew, they didn't have to hide it anymore. May put a hand to Skye's cheek and smiled slightly, tears in her eyes.
"My baby." She simply said and pulled her daughter into her arms.
Skye gripped her tight and cried into her shoulder. After a lifetime of searching, both of her parents were alive and had been right here with her for months.