Author's Note:

Hey! I thought it would be cute to do a prank war chapter between Skye and Trip. Hope you enjoy it.

Though this chapter mostly about Coulson remembering one of there famous prank wars.

Takes place when Skye's 12 and Trip's 22.

Again, I don't own anything; if I did Skye and Ward would be together again.

Phil's point of view

Contrary to popular belief, my little angel that went by the name Skye Coulson, was a notorious prankster. One of her favorite things to do was scare the crap out of her brothers and sister; often by hiding fake spiders in their coat pockets or jumping from behind closed doors and shouting 'GOT Ya'. Out of all the Coulson's, Skye and Trip had the strongest rivalry when it came to pranking one another. Their siblings each having an even score of 10-10 for the month.

I remember when Trip had hidden a fat mouse in Skye's school bag the other day, the poor thing riding around in the front pocket for much of the day before Skye had found it. The mouse had eaten its way through her math textbook and lunch bag falling into a food coma.

There was that one time when Skye had strung a small box to the ceiling above trips bedroom door and tied it to the bunk he shared with Leo. The box was full of glitter and would cover the first person to turn the handle and walk into the room. Skye had settled herself behind the door when she heard one of her brothers enter the house, Trip's voice carried itself down the hallway from the living room-just like skye had predicted. He was the first to enter the room which resulted in the box opening above him and dumping its contents on the oldest son. Without hesitation, Skye had jumped from her hiding spot and snapped a picture, laughing at the surprised look on her brother's face as Trip tried to process what exactly had happened.

Skye spun around with excitement, "This is so going on Facebook!" she exclaimed in triumphant. Her words snapped Trip out of his trance as his expressed changed to one of mischievous as he ran a hand through his hair, dusting off most of the glitter. He stalked towards his younger sister, a glint in his eyes which made Skye back away. "Don't you dare!" Skye warned, but it was in vain.

"Oh, I dare," he replied before lunging towards her to start a tickle assault, but she escaped his first attempt by ducking onto his bed and then sprinting out of the room, a shriek escaping her throat.

The chase started immediately, with Trip skidding into the wall in the hallway as he made haste to round the corner. He followed Skye into the living room, but he halted when he noticed she had took refuge behind Jemma, who let out a shocked scream of protest when she released what was going on and saw her eldest brother hurtling towards them.

Skye jumped over the coffee table-almost knocking their mother's favorite lamp-and made haste to the other end of the room. Trip tossed Jemma out of the way and darted around Lance as he vaulted over to the couch. His long legs helped him catch up to Skye quicker than she liked. She attempted to scramble up the stairs to get away from him. Unfortunately, her brother was faster than her and managed to grab her by the ankles to carefully pull her back and pin her to the floor.

"You're going to regret that prank," said Trip as he caught his breath back.

"Don't you dare, Trip," Skye screeched in protest. "Let me go!"

Trip took his time teasing her before he began his vicious assault by grabbing his sisters sides and tickling her most sensitive spot.

Skye had flailed and flopped like a fish out of water her face immediately going red tears beginning to leak out. The laughter of Jemma and Lance could be heard over Skye. Skye could barely control her breathing due to the amount of laughter. She instinctively kicked her leg out with a powerful thud when Trip pinched her side. It stopped the tickle assault as he let out an 'oof' and doubled over holding his stomach.

Jemma and Lance managed to laugh even harder. After a few long moments, Skye managed to catch her breath, she looked at Trip, "Truce?" she asked, not bothering to apologise for by-accidentally kicking him.

"Truce," he agreed giving her a thumbs up.

I think the children forgot that we had cameras installed around the house in case work tried to follow us home. Needless to say, Mel and I had a very interesting video to come home to; it was such a precious moment we burned it onto a DVD-that way we always had those precious moments and could play it back to the children when they're older.