A/N Need some Skimmons fluff after the angst of the show. Oh my croft! That last ep though!

The first time Skye met Jemma Simmons, it was very lucky for her.

She was twelve years old and walking down the road back from school, a melancholy expression on her face. The people at her school were making fun of her again; calling her names because she was an orphan. It wasn't her

fault her parents didn't want her, she'd told them, but they'd just laughed some more and called her useless and unwanted.

As she was walking down previously mentioned road, she wasn't looking where she was going and walked into something solid. As she slowly looked up, a look of fear and dread crossed her face. Standing in front of her was GrantWard, the hardest kid in the school, who just happened to be the leader of the gang who made fun of her.

A malicious grin spread across his face and he cracked his knuckles, a sign that he wanted to punch something, and Skye, knowing that the nearest thing to him was her, turned to run the opposite way, so she could find a different route back to the Orphanage. However, he grabbed her arm anddragged her into a suspiciously close alleyway.

She tried to scream, but he put a surprisingly large hand for a sixteen year old over her mouth and told her that if she gave a single hint to anyone that she was being hurt, he would personally make sure she ended upin hospital. She nodded, fearfully, knowing that he would definitely keep his promise.

Ward grinned and took his hand from her mouth and she knew she should have run away the second she ran into him.

"So then, Mary Sue. Let's have a little fun, shall we?" he hissed, menacingly, and Skye felt her blood turn cold with fear.

He punched her in the face and she fell to the ground, clutching her face, him laughing over her. "Told you you were useless. You can't even put up afight to protect yourself." he sneered, kicking her in the ribs, repeatedly.

At some point, she heard a crack and Grant stopped kicking her, grinning in satisfaction. She started whimpering at the pain, letting a few tears roll down her face. Ward heard her and got angry, kicking her in the stomach, hard, making her groan.

He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her feet. "So, Poots, a little birdie told me you were a lezzer?" he snarled, then laughed at her confused expression, "You like girls. You know, God said himself that hewas against gay people, so you, Mary Sue, deserve this." he told her, before bringing out a knife he had apparently hidden in his pocket.

"God isn't against gay people." Skye said, defiantly, "Sister Bernadette said that everyone is equal! She said that God loves us all, no matter what." she was stalling and Grant knew that. She was trying to hide her fear for the shiny metal in Grant's hand by acting brave, but they both knew it wasn't working.

"What a load of sap!" he spat, advancing on her, backing her against the wall of the alley, "If you're a good girl and don't make much noise and let me do this, I might just hurt you a little bit less, eh?"

He put the knife up to her cheek and dragged it along in a line, making a deep cut. The blood trickled down her face and Skye did her best not to scream. He laughed at her expression, obviously enjoying watching her in pain.

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Jemma Simmons was walking back from Fitz's house after trying to help him figure out how much carbon peroxide he would have to use to make an experiment work, when she heard some laughing and soft crying from inside an alley. She got scared and debated whether or not she should go in, after all, she could get killed... Or worse... Expelled.

After debating with herself for a few moments, she decided to see what was happening in there, after all, someone could be getting hurt.

She turned the corner and gasped at the sight. Grant Ward, the 'hard kid' in her school was standing over a young girl, who was cowering on the floor and bleeding! He was holding a knife in one hand and was wearing a sly smirk on his face. "See, you deserve this. There was a reason your parents deserted you and that's because they couldn't stand the sight of you, you useless bitch!" he shouted at her and she whimpered again.

Jemma was amazed the girl wasn't passed out, or at least crying hysterically because, on closer inspection, she could see that her face was covered in deep cuts and bruises. However, looking past that, the girl was beautiful. She hard long, wavy, brown hair and big doe eyes. She was very skinny, probably too skinny for a girl who couldn't be older than twelve.

Jemma had to do something! Grant Ward was beating up this girl who, most likely, hadn't done anything wrong. She couldn't go and get her parents, that would take too long, she couldn't go back to Fitz's either. So she did the only thing she could think of.

She ran at Ward and jumped on his back and forcefully took the knife from his hand and threw it on the floor. She then bashed his head into the wall and he fell unconscious, probably with concussion, Jemma thought. Good.

Jemma approached the young girl, who was shivering and shaking, and Jemma wasn't surprised. "Are you alright?" she asked. The girl nodded and stood up, wincing slightly.

"I've had worse." she said huskily, and Jemma noticed some of her ribs were protruding from her t-shirt, obviously broken. The girl checked her watch and her eyes opened in surprise, "Dammit. I have to get back. They'll kill me." she muttered, "Bye and thanks." she quickly walked out of the alley, but Jemma grabbed her arm.

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Skye quickly jerked her arm out of Jemma's grasp and puts her hands up in a defensive position, before noticing the softness in her eyes. "You can't go home like that, you're too hurt." Jemna insisted.

"I can't. I'm late enough as it is. They'll kill me for being late." Skye replied. She didn't want to bring this girl into it.

"No. Look, my parents will call yours when we get back to my house. It's just down the road. Please. My parents are experienced doctors, so they can patch you up and fix your ribs. Then, while you're waiting for someone to pick you up, you can tell me what happened. Okay?" Jemma offered. Skye was about to refuse, but the sincere look of concern in Jemma's eyes and the fact that her ribs were actually really starting to hurt made her nod in agreement to Jemma's plan.

Jemma smiled contentedly and started walking down the road, Skye following behind her. "Sorry, but what's your name?" Skye spoke up from behind her.

"Jemma. Jemma Simmons. And you?"

Skye fidgeted for a moment, trying to think of a different name for her to use. After all, she wasn't going to tell this really pretty girl that her name was Mary Sue Poots was she? Jemma Simmons might take back her promise to look after her.

"Ma... I don't have one. Not really. The name I have isn't my real name and I hate it anyway." she told Jemma, trying to avoid telling her her real name.

Jemma nodded, "Okay, so what would you like to be called, then? A nickname?" she asked.

Skye was grateful that Jemma didn't press for answers about her Orphanage-given name and pondered what she wanted to be called, before deciding on a name and smiling.

"Skye."