So it feels like every time I get a good thing going, something happens. The first time, it was because I lost my flash drive with ALL of my stories on it. This time, it was because my lovely computer (it was a dinosaur, really, it was it) broke down, but we now a pretty new lap top:).

For all my followers and reviewers, however few you may be, thank you so much for reading. Even though it isn't Christmas time, I am still updating because ei love Christmas and I love these one shots. They're completely AU, obviously, since the show went freaking crazy, but who doesn't love a little fluffy Au sometimes?

Here is a father/daughter style bit of Coulson and Skye:)

Disclaimer: all rights to Marvel and (I cant remember the television network they belong to..oops!)

She was hurting, and he could see that.

Skye moped. Skye moped...a lot. She did the work required of her, researched what she needed to, and hid in her bunk. He knew that she'd been down since they put the bracelet on her, but this was something else. She was miserable.

"Skye," Coulson touched his ear piece. "Comes to my office, please."

"Yes sir." she replied, dreadfully. When she arrived, she crossed her arms plopped into a seat. "Am I finally off the team for real?"

"No," he said, relaxing as well. His tie was loosened and his jacked was off, so he hope she felt a little more comfortable than usual. "I want to ask how you are."

"So ask."

He refrained from rolling his eyes. "How are you?"

"So, so," she said shortly. "I'd like to go home."

"What home?" he pressed. "Where is it that you plan to go?"

"Anywhere but where Grant is!" she snapped, standing abruptly. Skye looked surprised at herself and took a step back. "I...I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Coulson assured her. "Right now, I'm a concerned uncle. What's wrong?"

"I had feelings for him," Skye admitted. Why was she telling AC this?! Gahh, Skye you idiot. She continued, however, with a quick swipe at her tears forming. "I thought, even after the Miles drama, he could forgive me and I thought it was working. When he didn't want to talk to me about the anger staff or whatever the hell it was, I was fun with it. But then he just had to go into her room, sleep with her! Like, what the hell? It's gross?" Skye's anger faltered. "And it hurt. A lot. Now, I don't want to be around him."

"You're upset because Grant slept with May?" Coulson made sure he was on track. When Skye nodded, he shocked the young girl by stepping forward to embrace her. She was stiff for a second before relaxing into the hug and letting her tears fall.

"I thought I was getting better, becoming good enough for him," she cried. "And even if I wasn't, being friends was enough, I could deal with that. But sleeping with May? That hurt way worse than anyone else."

"I'm sorry, Skye," Coulson whispered. "But you can't let that lead to you leaving. It's Christmas Eve, and you'd be alone. You need to be here, with your family."

"Why, when I'm not wanted?" she asked. The separated and both leaned against the desk. Coulson crossed his arms.

"What behavior in the past month or so has made you think that?" Coulson questioned. "I thought we all made it pretty clear that you were wanted here, by Fitzsimmons, myself, and even May and Ward. The team needs you. You tend to keep us real."

"Oh my god," Skye flinched. "Don't ever say 'keep it real' or anything like that again." the two laughed for a moment, but Skye was still downhearted.

Coulson sighed. "I can't try to make you feel better. But, if it helps, I know exactly how you feel. Them being together...it hurt me too, Skye."

It took a second for her to understand. She saw the look in Coulson's eyes and just knew. May being with nobody—he could live with that. Her being with someone else, however, made him hurt. Instantly, Skye felt more of a connection with her boss. She leaned against his arm and nodded.

"It does feel better...Uncle Phil," she said. After throwing a wink his way, she stood up to leave. She wasn't quite across the threshold when she turned and smiled for the first time in weeks. "By the way, it's totally your fault of you've just opened yourself up for a whole lotta boy talk."

"I think I can handle it," he chuckled. "Merry Christmas, Skye."

"Merry Christmas, AC."

The next morning, the team was surprised when Grant opened an anonymous gift, only to have confetti and spray cheese (an odd combination, truly) hit him in the face. Skye shot an accusatory eye towards Coulson, but he shrugged as if to say, "Who, me?" Skye laughed with the rest and continued opening presents. A small box from Coulson held nothing but a sticky note with the words,

I just couldn't help myself. Feel better? Merry Christmas

—'Uncle' Phil

Skye giggled to herself. Merry Christmas indeed.