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The story WILL GO ON!
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I promise things will get a little smoother, it took a bit for me to get settled into the story.
Don't you all think Phil would lose his heart to a five year old Skye in like 3 minutes? Their relationship starts earlier, but don't worry, May will come around :)
Also is there like a standard way to refer to Coulson? I've been kinda alternating between Phil and Coulson... Skye will call him Phil to start with.
Also IMPORTANT: If you have a scene idea for this little strange family and want me to write it, leave a review explaining it, and I'll think about including it! Think family fun/angst/situations
Disclaimer: I do not own Agents of SHEILD
"So do you like your room?" Coulson asked the girl.
She blinked and looked around at the pink room. On one wall were pink flowery letters spelling out MARY.
Phil watched in confusion as the girl dragged a chair across the room, got up on it, and took down the letters.
"You don't want your name on the wall?" he asked confusedly.
"My name is Skye."
Coulson almost didn't hear the words, they were uttered so softly and unexpectedly.
The girl's voice was soft and almost melodic.
"Your name is Skye?" he repeated, just to make sure he had heard right. Coulson was pretty sure the file had said "Mary Sue Poots" on it.
Skye nodded.
"Are you sure?" Coulson wasn't really sure how to handle this.
Skye nodded again.
"I don't think that's actually your name."
Skye's face darkened and the tiny little girl began walking out of the room.
Crap. May was right. There really isn't training on children. Five minutes in and the little girl was already changing her name. What if she did something even worse? Like cry?!
What do you do when a five year old tells you she has a different name than her actual name?
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry Skye. If that's really what you want us to call you…"
Skye looked slightly pleased, but remained mostly stoic.
Coulson quickly excused himself from the room and fled downstairs.
"She doesn't talk," Coulson hissed to May. "The only time she's spoken up was to change her name!"
"What did she change it to?" May asked evenly.
"Skye," Coulson shook his head in frustration.
"Interesting." May went to the cupboard and took out a glass, filled it with water, and took a drink.
"Alright, let's take this one step at a time," Coulson took a deep breath. "Okay. Dinner. What are we having for dinner? And who's going to cook?"
"Why are you looking at me?" May gave him a withering stare.
"I'll cook then," Coulson said quickly. "Mac n cheese will work. All kids love it."
He quickly check the kitchen cupboards, rapidly discovering there really wasn't much in the way of food.
He did find a hidden gun though.
"Did you hide this?" he held it up.
May took a long drink of water from her glass.
"Yes."
"Don't you think this is a little risky? What if she found it?"
"She's five. There's no what she can reach up there."
May had a point and so Phil carefully put the gun back.
Just as he put it down, Skye walked in, brown eyes wide and examining every inch of space.
"Alright Skye. Looks like we're going to have to go shopping for dinner," Coulson told her cheerfully. "Does that sound ok?"
The five year old was silent.
May and Coulson exchanged a look. This was going to be a long couple weeks.
The silence continued for exactly two hours and twelve minutes, which was when May put a white ceramic plate with three slices of apple lined up in front of Skye.
The girl had eaten a plate and a half of mac n cheese and drunken two glasses of milk. She seem to be happy, rolling her plastic cup between her tiny hands.
And then May put down the plate of apple slices.
The reaction was immediate.
Skye's entire body tensed up. "No, no no!" she shook her head, brown hair dancing around her face.
"Skye?" Phil tried to touch her shoulder but she jerked at his touch. And began crying. "I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it," she sobbed, curling up in her chair.
During most of this, May had been staring in slightly shocked silence, but she suddenly leapt forward and took the plate of apples away, dumping them in the trash.
"Skye, Skye, sweetie, you don't have to have them okay? We're not going to make you have them. See, May took them away. Skye, please look up, it's okay," Phil was frantically trying to console the tiny little girl curled up on the chair.
Skye's sobs finally slowed to hiccups and she eventually sat back up, eyes puffy and face tear streaked.
"There you go, everything's okay." Coulson smiled. He looked up to see May lurking in the doorway, troubled expression on her normally stoic face.
"Can… can I have more mac n cheese?" Skye hiccupped.
"Of course."
Phil watched as Skye began eating again, her body trembling slightly.
"Can you tell me what happened? What was wrong?"
Skye just shook her head and kept eating.
"Did she talk to you?" Coulson asked May, letting his head fall into his hands.
Through unspoken arrangement, May had helped Skye put on her pjs, brush her teeth, and get into bed.
The two agents regrouped at the couch, both exhausted.
"No." May crossed her arms but leaned back against the plush fabric.
"Any idea what happened at dinner?"
"I think it was the apples," May stated.
"The apples?" Coulson raised his eyebrows.
"Well, I don't know. Do you have any better theories?" May said testily.
"I wish I did," Coulson sighed. "I have no idea what we're doing."
May's dark eyes were unreadable.
"Being parents," she said.
At that moment a scream shattered the air.
"I've got you covered!" May yelled, pulling out her gun out of seemingly nowhere as Coulson sprinted up the stairs.
"Skye!" he shouted, bursting into the pink room.
Skye was curled up in a tiny ball in her bed, under the pink covers, sobbing and shaking.
"Clear." May quickly checked the room, gun ready.
"I think she's having a nightmare…" Phil holstered his own gun.
He and May hesitated, looking at the crying girl in the bed.
"I'll just double check the grounds."
May disappeared.
"Thanks May," Coulson muttered under his breath before turning to the girl. "Skye?" Phil gently shook the small girl, surprised at how tiny her little form was.
Slowly the brown eyes blinked open, full of confusion.
Skye sat up and looked around, breathing slowing to a more normal rate.
For about the millionth time that day, Coulson thought briefly about how he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. Quickly he tried to think back, all those years ago, to what his parents would do when he had nightmares.
Well. He would give this a try and hope it didn't make things worse.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Coulson asked, carefully sitting on the bed.
Slowly Skye nodded.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
She shook her head.
"Are you sure? It might help."
Another shake of the head.
"Alright then. Do you think you can go back to sleep?"
"Okay," Skye whispered. She laid back down, snuggling under the curtains. Coulson got up to leave.
"Wait!"
He turned to see Skye sitting back up.
"What's wrong?" he quickly walked back.
"Stay?" Skye's brown eyes were huge in her wan face.
Surprised by the request, Coulson quickly pulled up a chair next to the bed and sat down.
"Of course."
He felt strangely touched when she reached for his hand and held it tightly until she fell asleep.
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