When they landed, Skye, Ward and Fitzsimmons got in a van and drove out the airbase. The needed food supplies and they had gotten shopping duty. They all had to go together, because ward would only get rabbit food, and Skye needed her sugar intake fueled, and no one was sure where to find FitzSimmons English food, so they all went. May stayed with the plane, overseeing all the work it needed doing, as everyone had accepted that it was 'Her plane.' Coulson went out in Lola. He said he wanted to go for a drive, but really, he was restocking the bar, knowing at least a few of them would want a drink after what was going to happen, and they didn't have nearly enough vodka.

Everyone arrived back after 2 hours, and they had settled back into the bus, waiting for May to return from her routine check up on the plane. Another half an hour, and they were back in the air.

Everyone had congregated in the communal living room, the 'kids' watching a movie, as Ward was complaining about Skye's running commentary, and Fitzsimmons simultaneously shushed them. May sat at the breakfast bar, reading a book, and Phil, he was at the bar, having retired his tie, nursing a whiskey.

Just as Skye made a crude joke about whatever was happening in the movie, someone cleared their throat from the hallway. In an instant, three guns were raised, as Fitzsimmons stared in panic. Phil only continued stiring his drink, seemingly olivious to the intrusion.

'Tasha? Clint?' May finally exclaimed, shocked at seeing her old friends.

'Hello Mels,' Clint responded with a grin.

Ward gave an incredulous look as may lowered her gun but kept his gun raised.

'Wait, I know you.. OMYGOD, you're Black Widow and Hawkeye! You're avengers!' Skye exclaimed. Finally, Phil turned around. 'Skye,' Coulson warned.

That raised the attention of Clint and Tasha, as they turned to stare at Skye.

'Skye,' Clint whispered, sounding almost in awe. Skye took a step back, worried by the tone.

Clint moved to step forward, but Natasha stopped him, not wanting to scare her.

Picking up a bottle of vodka, Coulson walked over to Natasha and gave it to her.

'Should we do this in private, or..' Coulson asked, quietly.

'Do it now,' Tasha insisted.

Coulson turned to Skye, and gave her a sympathetic look to match her confused one. 'Skye, remember that redacted document you showed me? I know what it says, I wrote it.'

Skye stared at him, in surprise, she had not expected that.

'What are you talki-' Simmons tried to question, but was silenced.

'Skye... They're your parents.'

Time seemed to stop, as everyone tried to comprehend what he had just said.

'What? how cou- Are you sure?' Skye asked Clint and Tasha. They nodded mutely, all confidence gone.

Skye rushed at them, and wrapped her trembling arms around them. Almost just as suddenly, she withdrew, eyes brimming with tears.

'What happened? Where.. Where were you?!' she cried, her voice filled with a mix of anger and sadness.

She rushed out of the room, just wanting to get away.

Coulson started to follow, but Tasha got there first, 'No, let me go, it's my fault' she said, filled with guilt.

Skye was sobbing now, running down the corridor. after her momentary feeling of relief at finally finding her parents, she was filled with anger. They had left her. They gave her away. She had never thought she would have felt like this, she had been consumed with searching for them, but now that they were here, she was filled with this foreign feeling.

She pulled open the door of the van, and crawled into the back seat, and continued to cry, body wracking sobs.

Tasha silently searched the plane, filled with worry. What her daughter been though, everything she had missed, she should have been there.

Finally, she heard faint cries, coming from a black van. She cautiously approached the car, and quietly knocked on the door. She got no response, so she pulled the door open, seeing Skye curled in a ball, tear tracks down her face, and her heart broke.

'Skye,' she called softly.

'What happened?' She said, her voice thick with emotion.

Tasha slid into the seat and pulled the door closed. 'Skye, we never wanted to leave you...'

Hey, sorry for the wait, but I'm on half term now, so should be more chapters soo (this fic and others). I really cant tell if this is good or if this is complete shit (most likely the latter), send me a review of what you think, if its really bad, i will try to rewrite it. xx