So, I'm trying something new here and writing a multi-chapter fic. It's a Skye!kid fic, because I love those and can never find enough to read. I'm a new writer, so please go easy. If you have any suggestions, either for my writing or for the plot, please let me know. I love hearing from you guys xx

In this fic, Skye is 6


Skye flew out of the car as soon as it came to a stop. She didn't care that they were taking her back to St. Agnes', she didn't care that this "family" only lasted a couple of weeks, and she didn't care that they were taking her back because her foster brother told them she wouldn't stop hitting him (which was a lie). She needed to get out of the car. That was how Foster Family #4 died, the Harvey's. It was a week before her 6th birthday, and they had just signed the adoption papers a couple days before. It was the happiest she ever remembered being. Until a drunk driver swerved into them late one night. It was all her fault. They wouldn't be dead if it wasn't for her. She was at her first sleepover ever, and she was nervous because sometimes she still wet the bed and she has nightmares a lot, so she refused to fall asleep. She asked Avery's mom if she could call Mrs. Harvey because she wanted to go back home.

She was sitting on the floor by the staircase, trying not to cry, when Mr. and Mrs. Harvey walked in the door. She felt even guiltier because they both came and she couldn't stop a tear from escaping. Mrs. Harvey spotted her and rushed towards her while Mr. Harvey stopped to talk to Avery's mom.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you come back. Please don't be mad at me!" She was full-on crying now and Mrs. Harvey just pulled her into a hug. She stiffened for a minute, out of reflex, and then relaxed into the hug. She could feel her gently stroking her hair and it felt nice.

"Skye, never feel bad for calling us when you need us. We're your parents now. We want to be here for you and we aren't mad. How about we head home?" She whispered into Skye's ear.

Skye could feel her tears starting to stop. She was still getting used to hearing that she had parents. That if she called, they would come when she needed them. It was a foreign feeling, but she thought she was starting to like it. She looked up at Mrs. Harvey and smiled tentatively up at her. "O-okay," she managed to hiccup out. Mrs. Harvey lifted her into her arms and Skye wrapped legs around her waist and her arms around her neck. She wasn't used to being hugged, or have someone there to help her stop crying, and it was all new to her, but she hoped that she would get used to it. Mrs. Harvey didn't even yell at her, she just thanked Avery's mom, made sure Mr. Harvey grabbed Skye's overnight bag, and carried her to the car. Skye was feeling much better.

Mrs. Harvey buckled her into her car seat and kissed her cheek before getting into the front seat. The kissing and displays of affection were also things Skye was trying to get used to. She had a lot of "forever homes," but no one had wanted to adopt her. Out of all the families she'd been with, she was happy the Harvey's wanted to keep her. They didn't yell at her or hit her, Mr. Harvey never tried to scare her or touch her, and they seemed to actually want to be her parents. She was finally starting to feel happy.

They started heading back home and Skye stared out the window and towards the night sky. She had always loved looking at the moon and stars. They never failed to be right where they were supposed to be. "How about when we get back home, we read you your favorite story, huh? Don't tell anyone, but Goodnight Moon is also becoming one of my favorites," Mr. Harvey grinned at her and Skye giggled and caught his eyes in the mirror. He was smiling back at her when the car swerved right into them.

Mr. and Mrs. Harvey died on impact and Skye was left alone, in a mangled car, for an hour before someone saw and called the police. Miraculously, she walked away with only minor scrapes and bruises, but she couldn't stop seeing how Mrs. Harvey's head was twisted a weird way, or how Mr. Harvey's arm bone stuck out through his skin. She stopped talking for a little while after that.

It was because she wouldn't talk that Foster Family #5 didn't work out so well. The Ramsey's started off being nice. They smiled at her when they took her home and their real son, Aaron, said he wanted to be friends with her. She didn't trust him. When foster families had real kids, she knew that they would end up hating her. They didn't want to share her parents with a girl like her. They always ended up being mean, taking her toys away or taunting her. She eyed them all and tried to smile. Families liked happy kids, but she wasn't happy. She'd had a mom and a dad for a week and now they were gone and it was all her fault. Words got stuck in her throat and they couldn't escape. Mrs. Ramsey led Skye to her new room and left her to get settled in.

Her silence wasn't an issue for the first few days. Obviously, they thought it was a temporary thing, but when she didn't respond when they asked her questions, she could see the anger starting to appear in their eyes. Especially in Mr. Ramsey's eyes. He started picking on her and pushing her around. If she did something wrong, he would yell very loudly and throw things across the room. She guessed it was easier to be mean to someone when they wouldn't say anything back. She finally decided that it would probably be safer to start talking again when Mr. Ramsey started yelling at her for something Aaron did. Maybe if he knew that she didn't do a bad thing this time, he would stop. When she finally did open her mouth and said that it wasn't her who knocked his computer to the ground, it was Aaron, Mr. Ramsey stopped, and then started yelling louder about how she was blaming their innocent kid for something that she did. A couple weeks later when Aaron accused her of hitting him, Skye could tell the Ramsey's wouldn't believe her if she told them the truth. They were looking for an excuse to get rid of her, and honestly, she was looking for an excuse to get out of there, so she didn't deny it.

That was how she ended up here, almost 7 years old and without a family. She was kneeling on the grassy lawn in front of St. Agnes', trying to force air into her lungs and hold the tears back. She heard the Ramsey's walk by her and towards the front office of the building. They had already called the nuns and told them they were bringing Skye back, so all they needed to do was sign some things and she would be free of them. When she finally felt like she was getting enough air into her body, she started to stand back up again, only to be pushed back onto the ground.

"Mary Sue what the hell are you doing back here?"

"Yeah, another family didn't want you?"

"At least you didn't kill this one. They managed to get rid of you before that happened."

Three older boys were laughing at her and daring her to try and get back up. Jonathan and his stupid friends had always been especially mean to her. She didn't know why. It could've been because she was smaller than most girls her age, or because she didn't have that many friends to have her back, but Skye tried to never back down from a fight, even when she was scared. So, she slowly got up from the ground and tried to look intimidating.

Jonathan laughed at her, "Look guys, she's trying to scare us. What're you gonna do Mary Sue? Beat us up?" His friends started laughing harder and Skye held back her tears. These stupid boys couldn't see her cry, it would make everything worse.

"That's not my name! And I might!" Skye yelled at them and curled her tiny palms into fists. They just laughed harder.

Melinda May and Phil Coulson stepped out of their car and into the sun. After a lot of thought and consideration, they had decided they wanted to foster another child. May was pretty excited. She loved children, and ever since they had found out that they'd probably never be able to conceive a child of their own, they became foster parents. Phil told her that she had a way of getting through to the troubled children they cared for. May didn't know if this was true or not, she just knew that she hated seeing children stuck without families and she wanted to do something about it.

"Okay Phil, remember, we're just here to talk to Sister Margaret about maybe finding another child to foster." May glanced towards her husband and he was giving her a lopsided grin.

"I know honey. I already told you, I don't expect to bring home a child today…but wouldn't it be amazing if we could?" May sighed.

She was about to say something back when she was distracted by little voices. She turned and saw a group of three boys, maybe about 11 years old, standing around a small girl. The boys were laughing at the little girl, and her hands were gripped into fists. Her hair was dark, long and tangled, and her bangs were getting in her eyes. Her shorts had dirt on them and her shirt was about 2 sizes too big. May could see that the little girl was trying not to cry, even as she raised her fists and shouted, "That's not my name! And I might!" at the three bigger boys. The boys laughed harder and looked at each other. May heard Phil ask her what was going on but she didn't know.

Suddenly, one of the boys stopped laughing, leaned in towards the girl, and pushed her to the ground. Hard. May saw the girl's ankle twist as she fell and her little face ended up in the dirt. Both May and Phil started rushing towards the commotion. As they approached, they heard the boys taunting her, "You're so scary Mary Sue," and "No wonder no one wants you Mary," before the boys saw them approaching and ran away.

Phil reached the little girl first and reached out to help her. "Hey, Mary is it? Are you ok-"As his hand gently landed on her arm so grab her attention, the girl screamed and tried to scramble back. She whimpered in pain as she put weight on her ankle, but continued to crawl backwards. She was crying softly now. May saw the little girl look up in fear towards Phil and so she gently pushed him out of the way.

"Hey sweetie, my name's Melinda, but everyone calls me May. We saw what those boys did and we wanted to make sure you weren't hurt. Are you okay?" She kept her voice calm and soothing. The little girl hadn't even glanced at her yet, her brown eyes were locked onto Phil. She looked scared. When she remained silent, May tried again.

"Mary Sue? Is that your name?" May moved slightly, blocking Phil from the girl's sights. The girl stared at her hands and mumbled something. May tilted her head towards the child on the ground, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear that."

The little girl finally looked up, and May's heart clenched when she saw that the girl was still crying. "My name's Skye…" she said again. May smiled at her.

Skye was staring up at this lady and couldn't tell if she could trust her or not. Her ankle still hurt and she thinks her shin might be bleeding, but she couldn't take her eyes off of them. She didn't know if they were mean or not. Skye looked into the lady's face. She said her name was May. That was a pretty name, and her eyes were kind. She felt like she could maybe trust her, so Skye told May her name, and May smiled at her. That made her feel a little better.

"Is it alright if we look at your leg? We saw that you twisted it when you fell." The lady was asking her for permission. No one ever did that. She could say no to her right now and the lady wouldn't be able to touch her. She wanted to say no, just to feel the power of saying such a word, but May's voice sounded sincere, and her kind eyes beckoned her to trust her, so she nodded at her.

When the man reached down towards her leg, Skye shuffled back even farther. Her eyes darted toward s May and back towards the man. He didn't look mean. His face was open and he had those wrinkles around his eyes that old people got because they smiled a lot. But, Mr. Ramsey didn't look like he was mean at first, and he definitely was.

"No! Only you!" Skye whimpered. Her ankle was hurting and she was tired. She'd had nightmares all night last night and couldn't sleep.

May glanced at the man and then back at her. "Skye, this is Phil. He's my husband and he's also a doctor, so he's very good at seeing if people are hurt. He won't hurt you, I promise."

Skye wanted to trust her, but she couldn't. She didn't know him and he could always end up hurting her worse. Skye started crying harder. She was being such a baby right now.

Phil said something to May that Skye couldn't hear and then backed up a step. That made Skye feel better. May sat down in the dirt next to her and said, "Skye, I'm going to lift up your leg to look at your ankle. Tell me if anything hurts and where. If it hurts, I'll stop okay?" There she went, asking Skye for permission again. It felt good to know what May was going to do before she did it, but even though she knew May would probably end up touching her tender ankle, she couldn't help the hiss of pain that escaped her mouth.

May gently set her leg back on the ground and said, "Nothing seems to be broken. You twisted your ankle pretty badly, but that's nothing some ice can't fix. You have a scrape on your shin that's bleeding, but after it's clean and you have a bandaid on it, it should be as good as new!" May smiled down at her and Skye felt better. She was going to be okay. Her tears stopped and felt embarrassed that these strangers had seen her cry so much. She was going to be seven in few months and she needed to stop acting like such a baby all the time. She mumbled a thanks and expected them to leave, but they didn't.

She looked back up at May and saw that she was holding out her arms. Did she want a hug or something? Skye continued to stare at her before May got the hint and said, "How about we go inside and clean you up? You can walk, but I thought it might be easier if I carried you until we put some ice on that ankle."

Skye thought it over. Her ankle was sore and she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. She needed a nap and she just wanted the pain in her leg to go away. She lifted her arms and May scooped her up and put her on her hip. Skye remained stiff in her arms and looked back at Phil, who was walking behind them. She wondered if she hurt his feelings. She didn't mean to.

May placed her on the counter in the bathroom. Skye vaguely wondered how they knew their way around the orphanage before she saw May glancing around the bathroom helplessly. "They have bandaids in the cabinet over there." Skye said softly. She was looking at her feet, so she missed the smile May gave her, but heard Phil start to pull things out of the cabinet. May wet some gauze and started cleaning Skye's leg up. It hurt a little, but Skye didn't say anything. She'd complained a lot already and they were being so nice to her, she didn't want them to stop. May placed a bandaid over her cut and saw Phil hand her an ice pack. Phil let May put it on her ankle, but said, "Okay honey, keep this ice pack on for 15 minutes. If your ankle is still sore, wait about an hour and ice it again. Do you know how long that is?" His voice was nice and soft, but Skye couldn't tell if he was insulting her or if he really wanted to know if she could tell time. She couldn't, but he didn't need to know that.

"I'm 6, not a baby." She scoffed. And then she froze. That wasn't a very nice thing to say. What if they got mad? What if they yelled at her? Skye could feel dread start to pool in her tummy, but Phil and May's laughter stopped her before it escalated.

Phil smiled at her and shrugged, "Okay I was just checking, I didn't mean to make you think I thought you were a baby. We could always set a timer just in case you forget?" Skye was grateful, because she really didn't know how to tell time, and she thought Phil might've known that she was lying.

May picked her back up and they brought her into the lounge and placed her on the couch. Phil brought in a timer that she'd seen the nuns use in the kitchen. "Okay Skye, keep the ice on your ankle until this dings." May gingerly placed the ice on her ankle and gave her a smile. Skye knew they were about to leave but she didn't want them too. But, there was nothing she could do to make them stay. They had been nice to her when they didn't have to be and she was grateful for that. So, even though she didn't really know them and they could be crazy people, she leaned up and gave May a really quick hug. It was too scary to hug Phil, so she just glanced his way and said, "Thank you," and she hoped they knew she really meant it.

They both smiled at her and stood up to walk away. Skye's eyes started to feel heavy and she let them fall shut and sleep pulled her under.

May looked at the little girl lying on the couch. Her breathing had already deepened, and May could tell that she had already fallen asleep. Phil came up beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist, "Poor thing." May nodded and leaned into his touch.

"Come on, we're late for our meeting," May sighed, and they both walked towards Sister Margaret's office.

The nun was talking to them about children who would fit best in their home and the logistics of taking in a new child. She kept on talking and talking and May had started to tune her out. Phil was listening intently and could fill her in on the important stuff later. She kept thinking about little Skye. The poor little girl had been so frightened of Phil, something bad must have happened with a previous foster father. No child deserved to feel that way. She could feel herself getting angrier the more she thought about it. Skye had been alarmingly light when May had carried her into the house, she could feel that she was underweight, and May knew that most 6 year olds were a little bigger than Skye was at the moment. She remembered how unsure Skye had been when they offered their help and how ill-fitting and dirty her clothes had been. She felt a connection to Skye. She knew that she could help her and wanted to be the one to help her find trust and happiness again. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt eyes watching her.

She looked up and saw Sister Margaret and Phil talking intently. She glanced around the room and found the source. Through the crack in the door, she saw a pair of dark brown eyes staring at her, and they belonged to the same little girl she had just been thinking about. May smiled.


Please, please let me know what you think. I'm new at this and suggestions are totally welcome! I'm so excited for the season finale tomorrow!

xx Ariel