AN: Hey there! Getting back on track I will post 2 chapters per week at least as promised. Hoping that I will not be hit with writers block that is. Anyhow, a thank you to all of you who support this story and continue reading it, as well as my Beta MegaDiary123.
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Skye's POV
With no training and with Simmons having to go to classes the next day, I had decided to focus my attention on hacking. I mean, what other choice did I have? I still had at least three more days of having nothing in particular to do. And I was suspecting that if I even attempted to enter the gym, or run for more than thirty minutes, Hill would know and she would have my head. It was like she had eyes everywhere for crying out loud!
My hacking interest was evident from almost the time when I was found. Coulson, having finished the Academy of Communications wasn't really bad at hacking so when I asked him to teach me, he saw it as a bonding exercise and didn't even think about denying. The real reason why I wanted to start hacking, was so that I could help with the research about my past.
In the beginning we had started easy some time after he and the others took me in. It came pretty natural to me, hacking that is. This made me think that maybe before the accident I already knew how to hack, but I couldn't be sure.
Anyway, it wasn't really hard to exceed Coulson's hacking level quite quickly. Add this to the training that May and Natasha were giving me, as well as some instructions of how to handle a gun by Clint and it was only bound for me to end up in the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy.
So, with those thoughts in my mind and a really heavy schedule between training and homework, who had time for school? One of the first times that I really checked how good I had become in hacking, was when I hacked my way in the school system and skipped a few classes. May was furious once she found out what I had done and had, rightfully, blamed Coulson for teaching me in the first place. She was determined to have me properly finish High School in time, but when I told her that the classes that I was taught seemed easy either way she thought better about it. After a few tests, an IQ test and some more persuading from my part, I was allowed to skip the classes since it should have happened either way, hacking or not.
The price however, was a promise to not hack again in an official organisation or do anything illegal with these skills. I had given my word, though everyone knew that I wouldn't keep it. How was I supposed to develop my abilities without practise?
This is how I ended up hacking S.H.I.E.L.D. more often than not. I never went too deep, afraid that I would set an alarm or something and I really didn't want to get caught.
But then I came to the Academy. It could have been the lack of supervision from Coulson, or boredom or even stupidity but I thought why not look deeper into the organisation about me. I tried searching my name, but nothing came up. So, when that happened I went deeper and started crossing all my knowledge about who I was. So, after crossing reference after reference I ended up stumbling upon a redacted file about a girl named Mary Sue Poots.
It was a classified file about a female infant that was dropped off at the Saint Agnes Orphanage. The date that the infant was dropped off was covered in black, making it impossible for me to read, but the file was redacted on the 23rd of April 1989. Which, by the calculation we had done when I was found, was around the time when I was born. The name of the person that I would have to contact about more information was also in black. This whole situation looked really strange and suspicious to me, so I had to look more into it.
I started looking more into this "Mary Sue Poots" person. Not a lot of information was available but given that she was somehow was related to S.H.I.E.L.D., it was somewhat expected. All I could find was some information about the families that adopted her. But the information was still too little. Instead, I started looking more into the orphanage. My research kept growing bigger as the days turned into weeks and so, here I was, on a Sunday afternoon looking into this whole story once again. Trying to find anything that I might have missed. But I had made up my mind a few weeks ago.
I was this person, at least this is what all the evidence so far said. After all, every activity from that person seized to exist about the time that I was found in that broken down building. And this was the main reason why I wasn't sure whether or not I could trust May and Coulson anymore. I knew that they were high in the S.H.I.E.L.D. rankings, levels as they were called. This is also the reason why Director Fury himself had helped with the investigation about my past.
So, this only led me think that they must have known about the redacted file. And since I was able to make the connection between this and me, they must have made the same connection, right? But if they knew, why wouldn't they tell me?
The door of the room opened but I didn't pay any attention to the sound. This was until my fingers were almost trapped between the screen of my laptop and its keyboard.
"What the hell Jemma?" I asked, still shocked from her sudden move. "If you break my fingers, I'm not paying the bill and I would really like seeing you try and explain to Maria Hill how this all played out". My computer was now safely switched off by my side, after I had saved all the work I had been doing all day of course.
"No more looking into your past today" Simmons exclaimed as if annoyed by what I had been doing. After I kind of explained my past I had, as well, let her know about the discovery of my identity. And she was very helpful, saying that she would help me figure out more and that if there was anything that she could do then all I had to do was ask. What did I even do to deserve a friend like her? I thought to myself. "Besides…" she continued rambling and I had long stopped paying any attention to her. That was until she poked at my side, making me turn to her. "I wanted to give you this" she held out her arms and gave me a wrapped box.
I carefully took it in my hands and place it on my lap. I looked up to her and she nodded with this trademark smile of hers, to motivate me to open it up.
"I know we agreed that you didn't want to celebrate this day and I also know that you told me that every year you have trouble when it comes to this day". I was now holding the rectangular box and had ripped its lid off so that I could see what was inside. "I didn't have much to choose from, you know being a first-year and all. But I thought that when you feel like your past is holding you back or anything brings back bad memories, you can look at it and remember that there are always people here, willing to help you. Remember me" as she finished I had taken out the object she was talking about.
It was a mini hula girl, who was shaking with the slightest movement. She was holding a guitar, a smile was evident on her face and was wearing traditional Hawaiian clothes. She reminded me of Lilo from "Lilo and Stitch", one of my favourite movies so far. I hadn't reacted in any way since I opened my present and I could sense that Simmons only got more anxious.
So, I put the hula girl on my desk making her shake one more time. The smile on my face wasn't even something I tried to achieve and with that I looked back at Simmons once more. "Thanks Jemma. It means a lot".
Later that night, there was a light tremor that went through the facility. I wouldn't have known about it were it not for the hula girl who started shaking for no apparent reason. That made me wonder whether this had happened before, but eventually shrugged it off and went to sleep.
