Note: I came up with this idea awhile back, so it's non-canon in that Bakshi and Ward never met, and Bakshi escaped some other way. Hand-wave it. Basically anything from… I guess, episode 10 of season 2 onwards?

"Unholy Trinity"

"You must come with me, Agent Skye," Bakshi said, stalking after her. She'd used up the rest of her ammunition on the other HYDRA agents she'd encountered.

"Why?" she said.

"I have someone who is interested in meeting you."

"If it's my dad, you're outta luck," she replied. "Already met him."

"Someone else, actually," he said.

Skye just had to get to the door at the other end of this building. The end was in sight. She began to run…

And nearly ran into someone else she recognised from their files of known HYDRA agents.

"Brock Rumlow," she muttered. "Crap."

"This one's mine, I'm afraid," Bakshi said when he also noticed Rumlow. Skye was trapped between them. If she ran one way or the other, they could still probably catch her. Her best hope was to play them off against one another.

Then she noticed Rumlow's stunned smile.

"Or we could always share her," he said. Bakshi gasped softly.

"What a day of surprises," he said. Rumlow raised his shirt, and Skye noticed a soulmark.

Wait. Oh, shit. If she was lucky, they'd be too caught up in each to notice her running.

…Yeah, except Rumlow was head of STRIKE. Bakshi would be easier to take down, and she certainly knocked him to the floor long enough to make a break back the way she'd come, since she sure as hell wasn't risking a confrontation with Rumlow. Nearly there, nearly there…

"Skye? There you are."

"Oh, for the love of God!" she shouted. "Ward, seriously? Well, that's just the icing on the cake, isn't it? Now my day is complete."

"I heard you were in trouble," he said earnestly, stepping closer to her. She backed off a step, and glanced to where Bakshi and Rumlow were approaching her, Rumlow especially looking pissed. Probably because Skye had knocked over his soulmate.

"Yeah, attempted kidnappings," she said. Ward scowled at the two HYDRA agents.

"Which of you bothered her first?" he asked. Bakshi's jaw dropped, and he looked up at Rumlow, whose eyes had widened.

…No. Not possible.

"Is she with you?" Rumlow asked. He elbowed Bakshi.

"We'll play nice if you will," Bakshi said. Skye noticed the surprise on Ward's face.

"You're my soulmates," he said, staring at them. There was a small smile at the corner of his lips. "My soulmates."

This was so not Skye's day. She bolted past Ward, definitely not prepared to take on all three men, especially since Ward would end up on their side, and screw SHIELD.

Actually, now her day was complete.

"Daisy," Cal said, running out of the room where she'd been held captive for half an hour. "You escaped."

"Now's not the time," she said. "And the name is Skye."

"Skye," he said, falling into step beside her. "Why are you running?"

"Because I've pissed off the three men coming after me, who all happen to be each other's soulmates, and they probably all want to kidnap me on different people's orders, and now is really not the time to be talking about… whatever it is you wanna talk about."

"Your powers, D… Skye."

"Yeah, sure," she said. She glanced over her shoulder, the sound of footsteps getting closer. "Get me outta here in one piece, and then we can talk."

"Really?" He looked and sounded so hopeful that she sighed.

"Yeah, really," she said.

They burst out into the sunshine soon enough, only having to fight off a couple more agents who were supposed to be kidnapping Skye as well. Why the hell was she suddenly so popular?

"Have you found your soulmate yet?" Cal asked as he led Skye to a car, which she really hoped was his.

"Not yet," she said. "Was Mom your…"

"She was," he said, sliding into the driver's seat. Skye climbed into the passenger's seat, and barely had time to buckle up before they were off, Cal driving like the devil was at their heels. Probably not far off, considering who was pursuing them.

"So she's dead?"

He pursed his lips. "It's complicated. She died, my mark died with her, and I didn't gain a new one until recently."

"What changed?"

"Which direction are we going?"

Skye fiddled with her phone. "Left in half a mile. What changed?"

"I've been trying."

He didn't continue, and she looked at him. "Trying to do what?"

"Change. For you." He blinked rapidly. "I don't want to be the monster you h-have nightmares about."

"So, what, anger management course?" she said. "Chill pills? Help me out here, Dad."

He beamed, glancing at her. "You called me 'Dad'."

"Watch the road! We're not in a Hollywood movie, we might actually end up in an accident if you don't keep an eye out."

He laughed as she thumped her head against the head-rest. "You're safe with me, D… Skye."

"At least Daisy is better than the name the orphanage gave me. But it's Skye. I'm not using another name ever again. I'm too used to this one."

"You look like a Skye. But you were born a Daisy."

She leaned against the window. "Thanks, I guess."

"Which direction now?"

She studied her phone. "Not far before we meet the others. So." She tucked her phone away again. "Stop trying to distract me. You said it was complicated."

"Your mother has a remarkable ability to keep coming back to life."

Skye processed that for a minute.

"She's alive?" she said.

"And with her soulmate now. I don't think she trusts me."

"But… can I see her?"

"One day, maybe."

"So what about you? How come you ended up with a new one?"

"I don't know what changed. I tried chanting, I tried vitamins, I tried fight club. They threw me out of the last one."

She'd seen the way he 'handled' the agents they'd come across. "I can imagine."

"It wasn't until I let go of my anger, and changed my focus, that I got my new soulmark."

"Good for you," she said.

"Only grey, not black. No one can ever replace my first family," Cal said.

"Even though Mom's with someone else?"

"Even though," he murmured.

"Is your soulmark a bad one?"

"It isn't just 'Hello', if you were wondering."

"Yeah, but are you one of those people who thinks it's bad luck to tell someone else what your soulmark says?" Skye pressed.

"Not between family members," he said. "It's common, especially since parents see if their child is born with the mark."

"Yeah, but you weren't born with this one," she said. He thought about it, and then sighed.

"My new words are 'I hope you come in peace'," he said. "I took it as a sign that…"

"That what?"

"I needed to keep my allegiances open."

"So…" She frowned. "If you find your soulmate, you'll be on their side, even if it's not my side?"

"Nothing is more important to me than you, Daisy," he said. Okay, that was clearly going to be a hard habit to break. Maybe she should just take 'Daisy' as her code name.

"That's cool… I guess," she said.

"You know I've done bad things, but they've all been for you, D… Skye."

"I inspire people to do horrible things, it seems," she said, thinking about Ward's promises and declarations. Then she thought about his soulmates, and shuddered. "And now I'm gonna have nightmares about the unholy trinity coming after me."

"They won't dare touch you while I'm around," he said fiercely. There was that rage she was terrified of, but not for her sake.

"You're not gonna go after Coulson again, are you?" she asked. His lips thinned at the name. "Jeez, he's my boss. Like a father to me, yeah, but… oh. That's the problem."

"I'm your father."

"A girl can have more than one father, you know. Or… okay, call him an honorary uncle or something. But he's been my rock when I needed one. May isn't the type who gives you emotional support, FitzSimmons had each other when I met them, and Ward turned out to be a creepy creeper who was on HYDRA's side all along. Just… don't blame Coulson. I searched for you for so long, and he became what I needed when I thought you were both dead. The person I turned to when I didn't have you or my mother."

"And when you thought I was a monster," he said. She noticed that the steering wheel was getting squashed under the pressure, and tentatively touched his arm. He relaxed.

"Everyone does bad things," she said. "At least you acted… for not-bad reasons. If that doesn't sound narcissistic."

He chuckled again. "I think you got my sense of humour."

"Pretty sure I didn't get your medical skills." She looked down at her phone again, and her eyes widened. "Okay, you need to stop now."

"Why…? Oh." The grass nearby was blowing like crazy, and the cloaking on the bus disappeared as it landed in front of them.

"Just stick by me," she said. "You'll… have to be confined."

"I understand," he said, looking grim. "I try not to get angry, but what I made myself… I can't always help it."

"Like Bruce Banner, except you don't turn into a big green… person."

He raised his eyebrows at her deliberate avoidance of the word 'monster'. But he stayed by her side, even as she looked back and saw another car hurtling along the road towards them.

One of those days.

She led him to the bus, grabbing his wrist as they ran. No sense in letting anyone think that he was running after her and shooting him down. It probably wouldn't work, anyway. They hurried up the ramp, and it closed before the unholy trinity – yep, she was definitely calling them that – could open fire.

"Skye?" Coulson said. She smoothed down her hair, and finally let go of her father's wrist.

"He saved me," she said. "I figured we may as well bring him along for the ride."

Coulson looked him over. "I hope you come in peace," he said, arching an eyebrow.

Skye's head swivelled from one man to the other, Coulson looking confused and Cal looking mildly terrified. She poked him, hard, and he gave her a reprimanding look that made her feel about six years old.

"Don't say anything weird or inappropriate," she whispered. He squared his shoulders and looked at Coulson, who was now giving Skye strange looks as well.

"As long as you have need of me," he said.

Coulson's jaw dropped. "You…?"

"He doesn't plan to kill you anymore, which helps," Skye said. "Though you might wanna avoid arguments anyway. Hey." She nudged her father softer this time, and he looked at her. "I told you a girl could have two dads."

She grinned as she walked past Coulson. Figures. Her biological father and her father figure were now soulmates.

…Crap. She'd have to learn how to go crying to one if the other wasn't letting her do something technically against the rules. She'd have to ask… well, not Jemma. She'd never broken a rule in her life until she met Skye. May! May would definitely know how to manipulate parents.

I may still write Bakshi/Rumlow at some point, because the idea tickles me, but here. Have Unholy Trinity. And the_elusive_muse and 1_The_Purple_Donkey_1 both requested Cal/Phil, so don't lambast me for unrealistic pairings. Look at the previous chapter for another example.

Please review! Author needs to know that she hasn't completely lost it. (Only partially.)