Disclaimer: I do not own Skye, Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Grant Ward, or FitzSimmons. I only own the variation I have created off of this very popular idea.

I firstly must thank Neeeeeal who, as the author of Turn Back Time, has done such a very interesting and lovely job on their story I wanted to give my attempt of it a go.

However, because I cannot find B.J. Britt's wiki page or his age, I'm going with Ward. But that's not the only reason. It's because with the Hydra plot, I see no room or logical way for this story to make sense. So... It's AUish. Ward isn't hydra. Yay! Because I really did love Ward.

Warning, MAY include Avengers. I upped the rating for my own comfort.

When May woke up, her throat felt incredibly raw. Sitting up, she noticed that she had over slept by about an hour. The house was unusually quiet, as though no one else was there.

Now being the well trained agent she was, she immediately felt dread enter her as she leapt out of the bed. She reached for the I.C.E.R. she had hidden under the pillow and quickly entered the hallways. All the bedroom doors were open, but as she got closer to the stairs, she could hear childish laughter and giggling.

May sighed in relief, hiding her weapon under the waistband of her sweats before heading downstairs. She gripped the railing turning to see the kids in the living room. Leo and Grant were playing SkyLanders while Skye and Jemma colored in a Lilo and Stitch coloring book on the floor. Coulson was sitting between Grant and Leo on the couch, smiling as he looked up at May.

"Morning sleeping beauty," He teased, catching Jemma's attention.

"Mummy! Are you hungry?"

"No ThankYou..." May croaked, her voice hoarse like she had been gargling liquid sandpaper. You could hardly hear her when she spoke, it was that bad. Surprised, she gently touched her throat as Coulson stood worriedly.

"Mel? Are you ok?"

"Of-" However, her soft, hoarse voice was interrupted by her own dry coughs. Coulson walked over, placing a hand over her forehead and scowled.

"Mel, your burning up. Go upstairs, change into cooler clothes and get into bed I'm calling Bruce."

"Phil I'm-" But he held up a hand, giving her a 'that's an order look' to keep her from using her already exhausted and hoarse voice. Mel sighed as Phil gently turned her back towards the stairs.

"Grant, can you get me my phone?"

"Ok Phil," Grant stood, running to get the phone from the kitchen where he remembered seeing it. Jemma and Skye watched quietly as Phil forced their mommy upstairs and into bed. He was halfway up the stairs before he turned to head back down and get the phone from Grant. Coulson dialed the number and waited for it to go through, talking the moment he heard Bruce pick up.

"Bruce, do you mind coming over?" Despite the question, Coulson was using the same tone of voice he used when giving an order, not that he meant to, "Somethings going on with Mel, she slept in, has a fever, her voice is barely there."

The kids watched Coulson quietly as he nods along, an indicator that their Uncle Bruce was talking now, "Ok, thanks. I'll see you soon."

"Is Uncle Bruce coming over?" Jemma asked, seeing Coulson tuck the phone into his pocket.

"Yes," Coulson says, "He's gonna be here soon to check up on Mel, so he won't have much time to play."

When Bruce entered, Coulson gave him the clearance to just come on in, he was greeted by the sight of Leo with a Donatello action figure playing with Grant, who was dressed in his Leonardo combat gear. Skye was sitting on the floor, rocking a baby doll in her arms and was the first to see him.

"Uncle Bruce!" Skye smiled, "Phil and Mel are upstairs, Mel wasn't happy that she has to lie in bed."

Bruce smiled, "Thanks kiddo, where's Jemma?"

"Right here!" Jemma says, running out from around the corner and smiled. She was dressed in a lab coat, with a fake stethoscope hanging around her neck. She was smiling as she stared up at him, "I wanna be your assistant!"

Bruce smiled and picked her up, "Really? Well, if you promise to let me do the hands on stuff ok?"

"Ok!"

May cocked her head to the side, watching as Bruce came in with his equipment, Jemma followed closely behind with a smile. Jemma smiled at May and Coulson.

"Hi Mummy, I'm gonna be Uncle Brucie's assistant today. If your a good patient he says I can give you a lollipop!"

For some reason, May couldn't help but smile at that. Coulson smiled, his eyes slowly drifting to the door when he heard the thundering sounds of kids running around.

"I better go make sure the living room isn't destroyed, Bruce just shout if you need me."

May watched him disappear from the room, sitting up to better help Bruce. He immediately placed his equipment bag down, asking questions while he searched for things.

"How are you feeling Mel? Tired?"

"No.." She hoarsely croaked, "But my throat feels raw."

"Shh," Bruce says immediately, "I'm gonna take your temperature, ok?"

May nods, letting Jemma slip the thermometer under her tongue, adjusting it slightly. Jemma sat on the edge of the bed, looking at May and holding her hand. When the thermometer beeped, Bruce takes it out and scowls.

"You got a fever, open wide."

May did as she was told, and after a few moments of looking around, Bruce came to one conclusion.

"Just as I thought, laryngitis."

"How do we cure her doctor?" Jemma asked, worried for her mom.

"Well, the best way to get over laryngitis is to talk as little as possible, take some antibiotics, drink some tea with honey, breathe in moist air, and rest," Bruce says, searching through his bag for the correct antibiotics, "It doesn't hurt to chew gum, an old home remedy."

May sighed but nods, letting Bruce place a wet cloth on her forehead to break her fever. Jemma gave May a big kids on the cheek and a lollipop. May smiled softly at her as Bruce sends the child to go get Coulson.

Coulson glanced up hearing Jemma come running down the stairs. He looked away for a brief moment to look at Jemma.

"Daddy! Daddy! I have the diagnose-tics! Mummy has larry-Gitis!"

Coulson blinked, "Mel has laryngitis?"

"Yeah! But Uncle Brucie is gonna give her antibiotics and told all of these home remedies. She also has a fever and has to stay in bed!"

Coulson nods, scowling because he didn't want the kids to catch it as well. He kneeled down to look at Jemma, smiling a bit, "Thank you for your report Dr. Jemma, is your Uncle Bruce still upstairs?"

"Yes, he's looking to see if he has any antibiotics for mummy."

Coulson nods, "Ok sweetie, why don't you go play with Skye while I go talk to your Uncle ok? Have a grown up to grown up talk, ok?"

"Yes sir!" Jemma smiled and then handed him a lollipop, "Here you go daddy, lollipops make everyone happy!"

With that said, Jemma turned, walking over to Skye while Coulson headed upstairs. He had to hear this from Bruce himself, not that he didn't believe Jemma. But it's a professional's word against a six year olds.

HORRAY 100 REVIEWS! *Cheers*

I have to thank Cilicia and anyone else who mentioned the kids getting sick. But, May getting sick and being taken care of by her kids is much cuter!

This chapter is dedicated to Elizabeth Henstridge (Jemma Simmons) because today September Eleven is her 27th birthday. So, while today is sad, we have something happy to reflect on too!