This story is a continuation of The Compass that Guides Us in oneshots.

You don't neccesarily have to read it before enjoying these, but here's the basic premise: Little Skye (5yo) lives on the Bus with May, Phil, Tripp, Bobbi, Hunter, Fitz, and Simmons. She got there after May and Coulson posed as her foster parents while protecting her, subsequently fell in love, Skye got captured, they saved her with the team, and they all ended up on the Bus. There is also a Bad Word Jar.

So here's the first oneshot!

Thanks for the prompt from Guest! Here's what he/she suggested: May and Coulson realize that Skye should probably start school and ask Fitzsimmons to home school her because they're a little busy. Problem is Fitzsimmons are too enthusiastic and try teaching her super advanced stuff and Skye's confused because she can't even add yet. Bobbi comes in, starts Skye off on a lesson in one of the grade appropriate school books, and its decided that Bobbi should take over her schooling for now.

I had a lot of fun writing this :) Can't wait to get started on another one shot!

Skye's Teacher

"What does geenurohs mean?"

Phil looked up to see that Skye was staring studiously at the back of the cheerios box.

"That's not a word, dear," Jemma chirped, pouring herself a cup of tea.

"It says so right here!" Skye protested, pointing at the box.

Hunter looked at the box with bleary red eyes, cradling his coffee like a precious jewel in his hands.

"That says generous love."

"It's like when someone is very giving. Like if Hunter gave me his coffee, that would be very generous," Bobbi remarked, picking up Hunter's coffee cup and taking a sip.

Hunter uttered a very rude word and Skye pushed the Bad Word Jar in his direction.

"Can I have some coffee?" Skye got down from her chair and scrambled up into Phil's lap.

"No, coffee is only for grown ups. I don't think you'd like it anyways."

"You're not being very generous," Skye pouted, trying out her new word.

"You can have a sip," Phil couldn't suppress his smile.

Skye eagerly took a sip and immediately made a face.

"Eww! Grownups are weird!"

"You've got that right, girl," Tripp chuckled.

"I, for one, prefer tea," Jemma spoke up.

Phil was already thinking about something, focused on Skye's first question. He had no idea how the little girl knew how to sound out words, but it was clear she was ready for more schooling. It was about a month after they had rescued Skye from the lab, and they had been so focused on healing and sorting out their life in the Bus that they had totally forgotten about schooling for Skye.

He made a mental note to talk with May about it that night.

"Should we start giving Skye more schooling?" Phil wondered to May.

They were sitting on the couch. They had a rare evening to relax, having just wrapped up an investigation.

May blinked.

"Do you think she's ready?"

Healing took a long time, and Skye was no exception. She still got into their bed with nightmares almost every night.

"It might be good for her," Phil suggested.

"Alright," May agreed. "Maybe we could ask someone else to help?"

"Absolutely!"

Phil and May looked up to see Jemma clasping her hands in front of them, Fitz at her side.

"We would love to teach her," Fitz agreed.

"She's definitely very intelligent, we can come up with some exercise- oh! We can use the Bunsen burner I got her!"

"And I can teach her about the gadgets…"
"Fitzsimmons!" Phil interrupted. "Skye's five. I was thinking more like letter sounds and reading and maybe some basic math?"

"Oh of course," Jemma nodded vigorously, brown eyes bright.

"We will come up with the perfect curriculum," Fitz assured them.

"Alright…" May looked at Phil dubiously. "Want to start tomorrow?"
"Yes!" Jemma squealed and Fitz was practically jumping up and down. "I'll just write out some theorums and… oh flash cards…"

Phil and May watched as the two scientists swept out of the room.

"Are we going to regret this?" Coulson looked at May.

"Probably," May said dryly.

Skye sat perched on a stool, dark hair pulled back by a plaid headband with a bow on top, wearing a navy skirt and a white shirt with a ninja cat on it.

"Let's start with math," Fitz and Jemma beamed at her.

"Alright, one plus one is two. Let's really quickly look at why. Russell and Whitehead wrote on the subject extensively, but we're going to boil it down to a simple theorem." Jemma pointed at Fitz who flipped the whiteboard.

The proof starts from the Peano Postulates, which define the natural

numbers N.

N is the smallest set satisfying these postulates:

P1. 1 is in N. P2. If x is in N, then its "successor" x' is in N. P3. There is no x such that x' = 1. P4. If x isn't 1, then there is a y in N such that y' = x. P5. If S is a subset of N, 1 is in S, and the implication (x in S = x' in S) holds, then S = N. Then you have to define addition recursively: Def: Let a and b be in N. If b = 1, then define a + b = a' (using P1 and P2). If b isn't 1, then let c' = b, with c in N (using P4), and define a + b = (a + c)'. Then you have to define 2: Def: 2 = 1' 2 is in N by P1, P2, and the definition of 2. Theorem: 1 + 1 = 2 Proof: Use the first part of the definition of + with a = b = 1. Then 1 + 1 = 1' = 2 Q.E.D. Note: There is an alternate formulation of the Peano Postulates which replaces 1 with 0 in P1, P3, P4, and P5. Then you have to change the definition of addition to this: Def: Let a and b be in N. If b = 0, then define a + b = a. If b isn't 0, then let c' = b, with c in N, and define a + b = (a + c)'. You also have to define 1 = 0', and 2 = 1'. Then the proof of the Theorem above is a little different: Proof: Use the second part of the definition of + first: 1 + 1 = (1 + 0)' Now use the first part of the definition of + on the sum in parentheses: 1 + 1 = (1)' = 1' = 2 Q.E.D.

"Let's go over it step by step," Fitz cleared his throat. "First, we define N…"

Skye stared at the board with a partially open mouth as Fitz and Simmons took turns talking.

"And it's as simple as that! Alright Skye, your turn, what does 1+1 equal?" Jemma finally turned to Skye with a wide smile.

Skye just stared at her, brown eyes wide.

"How's it going…. Whoa." Bobbi walked into the room then stopped, taking in the whiteboard.

"We're just working on the basics to start with," Fitz explained.

"It looks like the basics of getting a PhD, not kindergarten," Bobbi gave them a confused look, lifting Skye down from the stool she had been sitting on. "I was just stopping in because I found these addition sheets I thought you could use and printed them off the internet…" Bobbi held up a couple pages, the first one with little pictures of butterflies and caterpillars.

"Ooooh butterflies!" Skye jumped up excitedly. "Can I color them in?"

"Let's take a look at the questions first." Bobbi instinctually got down on ground level with Skye. "Do you know your numbers yet?"

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!" Skye counted proudly. "I can say even more, want me to keep going?"

"Sure!" Bobbi listened as Skye counted up to 100, making a couple mistakes and missing numbers here and there.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Bobbi said enthusiastically. "Can you write them?"

"Most of them," Skye said proudly. "Wanna see?"

Jemma cleared her throat and both Skye and Bobbi looked up.

"Maybe… maybe Bobbi should take charge for now," Fitz said hesitantly, Jemma nodding.

"I think we might get a little carried away," Jemma bit her lip. "It might be for the best if you did it, Bobbi."

Bobbi and Skye exchanged a look, before looking up at the two young scientists.

"That sounds like a good idea."

Credits for the proof: Doctor Rob, The Math Forum /

Keep sending me prompts, I love them! :)

Also, can you imagine little Skye in that outfit I described? She would be literally the cutest thing ever.

Next up: Skye and Hunter get into trouble