Melinda found her husband with his eyes glued to the TV screen the following night. This time he was even more apprehensive about the news he was watching.

"Did you know?" he asked, looking back at his wife. "They've captured all of the Inhumans at your retreat."

"I know. I was there this morning and warned them, told them not to resist."

"You just had been… What if… what if they had taken you away too?"

She found herself speechless. She had never met anyone who was prouder of his job than her husband. He was the human epitome of what SHIELD had been founded upon. He followed each order without questioning why; he trusted everyone at the agency that much. Phil was a good man at heart, with strong principles, dedicated to a cause, hard worker. But now? Now his loyalty was questionable. He wasn't sure who to trust anymore, if to trust anyone at all. And despite his wife's reassurance, Phil didn't believe in the oath he had taken years back anymore. So Melinda was keen on the idea of proving him that everything he always believed was still reliable. She was looking forward for the agents to pick her up and then return her back, in the exact same shape they found her, and show Phil that he could still trust the people he worked for. She knew that there were bad seeds everywhere, but upon looking at Phil, she believed (or wanted to) that everyone in the agency was like him and that she'd be alright.

"I'm going to tuck Skye to bed," she simply said, leaving the living room and walking upstairs.

Skye was coming out of the bathroom and upon seeing her mother she said, "I've brushed my teeth already."

"Good. Now let's go to bed. It's getting late for you."

The girl let out a yawn that proved right what Melinda had just stated. But, before crawling under the bed sheets, Skye reached for her white stuffed bunny. She lied down in bed and hugged the bunny on her side. Melinda's lips drew into a small smile as she walked to take a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Skye, baby, I'm sure you've seen on the TV that things are a bit strange everywhere."

The girl simply nodded and remained silent.

"Do you know what's going on?"

"I asked dad," Skye disclosed. "He says bad people are going after good people." Her eyes filled with tears when she asked, "Are they coming to hurt us too?"

"That's not what's happening. Dad explained it all wrong. There are no bad people. They work for the government and they are aware that some of us, normal people, are different and want to investigate that. That sounds right, doesn't it? They have to protect people against bad things. You know that not everyone is a good person."

Skye nodded her head in agreement. Melinda tucked her into bed, hoping that the gesture and the momentary silence would bring back some sense of calmness. What she was about to tell her wouldn't be easy to hear, let alone easy to understand.

"You know, I asked you about this because I need to tell you something. You and me, Skye, we're human, normal people… but we just have the potential to be more."

"To be more?"

"Mom will try to explain it to you," Melinda seized the time to breathe in and out thoroughly. "No one knows really well how did the story started, but for many, many years, up until now, people believe and tell the story of the blue angels who fell from the heavens."

Skye adjusted her position and asked in a low voice, "Angels?"

"The ancients called them Kree. They wanted change and they left some crystals so that some of us could transform, become better. They believed only the worthy could possess such powers and that only the enhanced ones could inherit the Earth."

"Are we Kree?" the girl asked almost in a whisper.

"Not exactly. But we're descendants."

"Then what are we?"

"We're Inhumans."

"Dad too?"

Melinda pursed her lips and ran her fingers through the girl's hair, "No. Only you and I."

"Are those bad people after you and me or dad?" Skye asked on the verge of tears.

"No one is after anyone," Melinda stroked her daughter's cheek. "You don't have to worry."

They heard loud knocks on the door and the Phil talking loudly. Melinda leaned over to put a kiss on Skye's forehead, slightly smiling afterwards, "You should get some sleep now, bao bei."

"Mommy…" the girl silently wailed.

"Sleep, Skye," Melinda said as she turned off the lights and let the door close behind her.

Skye sat up in bed right after her mother exited. Were the bad people after her and mom or after dad? Either ways, she didn't like the options. What had they done wrong to be hunted down?

She heard a blend of voices coming from the floor below, her father's being the most prominent. Skye immediately knew things were bad – dad never raised his voice. She swung her feet off bed and down on the wooden boards, walking slowly to the door. As she pitter-pattered along the hall, the voices got louder. She stopped once reaching the staircase handrail and crouched, her hands wrapping around the wooden balusters as she watched the scene quietly.

They were there for mom. She gasped once she remembered Melinda telling minutes before that the two of them were Inhumans. If they were taking mom, were they going to take her away too? She'd miss dad so bad. Skye shook her head; mom and dad always promised that they'd keep her safe. But she'd miss mom if they'd take her away. Dad was trying really hard in convincing the suited people not to take her away, but they seemed indifferent to the plea. Mom remained calm, as always, telling him she'd be alright. That was when Skye took a more attentive look at the people who were in the house. She knew them… they were Jasper, John and Aunt Maria. Skye couldn't understand anything.

Melinda eventually walked out the door, despite Phil's insistence and Maria assured him they'd bring her back in a matter of weeks. She promised she'd keep her safe and that she'd make sure they'd treat her right. Phil was a bit relieved with Maria's promise, but he still wasn't accepting the situation. The last thing he saw before closing the door was his wife being taken away and the neighbors outside their doors, watching the scene.

He leaned against the door and closed his eyes, trying to recover his breath and calm down. Upon hearing a sound coming his way, he opened his eyes and saw Skye simply standing in the middle of the staircase, with teary eyes.

"What did mommy do wrong?" she cried. "Why did Aunt Maria take her away?"

Phil walked to his daughter and picked her up in his arms as she cried more and more. Skye buried her face on the crook of her father's neck, her fingers knotting in the material of his shirt.

"Aunt Maria promised she'll bring mom back really soon. Do you trust Aunt Maria?"

"Why did they take her? Am I going away too?"

I'm sorry (not really, but ok) for the heartbreak. Things needed to be shaken up (got the pun...? xD).

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