History Of The Skye

Bobbi held her arms up over her head, ignoring the ache in her fractured and bruised ribs. Then she leant forward and took a deep breath so the doctor could test her lungs. Then a check of the stitches in her right wrist, then her head... It was all very tiring.

"Healing nicely." The Doctor commented when she'd finished her examination. "No rigorous activity for another couple of weeks." Bobbi nodded, pulling her shirt back on - luckily she didn't have to go braless too. "Which means you can stop training with Agent May."

"But-" The blonde tried to argue.

"No buts, you're healing, and part of healing means not getting more injuries." Bobbi grumbled to herself as she left the medical wing of the super secret, technically-doesn't-exist underground base in the middle of the Canadian wilderness.

"Hey, Kid." Skye was waiting in the open area of the medical wing, sitting on a bed and absently scratching at her cast. Apparently she'd refractured her left wrist during her kidnapping, she had a habit of breaking bones when she was taken places against her will. It made Bobbi want to go back to Mexico and kill every one of the assholes that had been in the place... But, right now she'd settle for the one that was on base. Ward.

"Hey." Skye looked up from her cast with a smile. Bobbi had been the first one to write on the plaster with a bold black marker, but not long after that Hunter had attacked the poor girls arm with a multitude of colors. "Can we go?"

"Good to go." Bobbi threw an arm around her shoulders as they left. "I'm practically healed already." Brown eyes peaked up doubtfully at Blue, but didn't say anything. "I'm fine, Skye."

"I'm hungry." The girl said after a minute as they wandered slowly and aimlessly through the base. A base that technically they weren't even meant to be at.

"Then let's get you fed." The kitchen was big and functional. Everything in the base was functional... Except for the gaming system Agent Koenig had in his office and the pictures on the walls that simulated windows. Agent May was already in the kitchen, preparing vegetables, she barely glanced up when they walked in.

"Make yourself useful." Skye yelped, but Bobbi just caught the carrot that was thrown at her head.

"What're you making?" Skye hopped up onto a stool and watched the two work in silence. It almost felt domestic to Bobbi.

"Something you've probably never had before." May answered, tossing something into a pan on the stove.

"How do you know?"

"Because it's healthy." May smirked, Skye huffed and crossed her arms awkwardly around her cast. "How was the medical?"

"Same as a week ago." Bobbi shrugged dismissively. "Have you guys decided what's going to happen?" The 'with us' was silent, but heard loud an clearly.

"Time and place, Morse." The older woman shook her head, her eyes darting to Skye pointedly.

The door to the kitchen opened and all three turned to see Lance Hunter. "Well, I was just going to get something to eat." He started, they weren't blinking. None of them. It was creepy. "But, since two of you can kill me I think I'll come back later."

"Sit." May rolled her eyes and turned back to her vegetables.

"Right, I'll sit." Hunter sat at the opposite end of the bench to them. "I'm sitting. Lovely. Fantastic." Skye stole a piece of Bobbi's carrot as she sliced it, keeping an eye on Hunter. "Well, this has been fun, Ladies, but I think I'll-"

"Dice." May dropped a bag of meat in front of him and slid a knife over.

"Really, I think I'd be-" He cut himself off at one hard look from May, reaching for the knife. "Got it, dice."

"What can I do?" Skye asked, stealing another piece of carrot.

"You're doing it." May said and Bobbi might have seen a smile but it was gone as quick as it came so it could have just been a trick of the light. "You're supervising."

"Why can't I do that?" Hunter whined from his end of the bench where he was carefully dicing the chicken - probably afraid to face May's wrath if even a single piece was wrong. "I'm much more qualified and-"

"Dice." May just said which was enough to make him look back down to the chicken. Skye giggled, maybe she could get May to teach her how to do that.

A nearly silent twenty minutes later the two teenagers and one preteen were ordered out of the kitchen to wash their hands and tell everyone else lunch was ready, with May calling after them to make sure Hunter used soap. The man grumbled the entire time to the bathroom that he knew how to wash his hand, thank-you very much, but made a show of using the soap when he got there.

"You know where Coulson's office is, right Kid?" Bobbi helped Skye keep the water and soap away from her cast.

"Yeah." The girl hummed, wiping her hands on her shirt instead of using the paper towels.

"Good. Take Hunter, I don't trust him running around here alone." Both girls ignored the mans sputtering that he was the adult in the room right now, he didn't need the 11-year-old to babysit him.

"Where are you going?" Little fingers tried to squirm their way into her cast, but the blonde stopped them. She'd also made sure the kid hadn't been within six feet of bacon since getting her arm recast.

"Ward." She was halfway out the door when Skye stopped her. "I'm just going to tell him lunch is ready." She assured with a forced smile. The kid was way too perceptive for her own good. She could take Ward, she knew it, they were in the same hand to hand class and her win streak was only a little better than his. But, she was going to wait until her ribs stopped hurting to kick his ass.

"Wouldn't it make sense to send the little one to get the teenager and the teenager to get the Agent?" Hunter furrowed his brow as he followed Skye. Which he was doing because he wanted to, not because Bobbi told him to.

"Bobbi doesn't trust Ward anymore." The girl kicked at the floor as she walked, dropping her head. "Bobbi, Izzy and Ward were best friends before, but now Ward isn't allowed within ten feet of me."

"The bloke from Mexico that shot up the place?" To tell the truth, Hunter hadn't seen the other boy much in the three weeks since he'd been introduced to S.H.I.E.L.D. He kept mostly to himself, or locked in Coulson's office.

"He was there when I was kidnapped." Or at least he said he was, and he was there when she was being held in that cell.

"Well, that would throw a spanner in the trust thing." Hunter nodded, knocking on the door to Coulson's office and waiting for an answer... Well, he was trying to be the adult here, but Skye just walked in without waiting. And Bobbi said she was more mature, at least he knocked before entering.

"Skye!" Coulson looked surprised, tapping at a few things on his computer. "What are you doing here? Where's Morse?"

"Getting Ward, it's lunch time."

"I'm kind of busy right now, Skye." Coulson shook his head, picking up a handful of papers to prove his point.

"May said." Hunter didn't know if it was the threat of May or the puppydog eyes turned on the man, but he sighed and got up. As they started for the kitchen again Hunter might have heard Coulson mutter something along the lines of 'this is why we don't have kids on base'.

"Morse. A word." Agent May called as she passed the room where the teenagers were meant to be studying, but it looked suspiciously like board games.

"Coming!" Bobbi yelled after the woman as she kept walking, glance around the table. She could make a case that they had been helping Skye with her spelling since they were playing Scrabble... "Skye, keep an eye on Hunter. Ward, four feet from Skye. Hunter, make sure Ward is four feet from Skye. Ten when the game is over." The blonde commanded before running after the senior Agent. "Agent May?"

"Coulson's office." Bobbi's heart was racing, something was wrong. What was wrong? Surely, she wouldn't be called to Coulson's office just because they were playing Scrabble.

"Good, you're here." When they walked into the office it was already full of people. Agent Coulson, Agent Hill, Agent Hand, supposed-to-be-dead Director Fury and - Holy Hell - Agent Romanoff. Bobbi was in a room with the top-ranking, most dangerous Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Am I going to die now?" She blonde flushed when she realised she'd said it out loud, but Romanoff just laughed.

"Not today." The red-head denied.

"This is about the girl, Morse." Director Fury spoke, the girl? What girl? There was only one girl and that was-

"Whatever Skye did I'll fix it." Oh, jeez, please don't say she had hacked something she wasn't meant to again. They hadn't put the nanny bracelet back on her, but she didn't think Skye had been around computers without her there since they got to the base.

"I'm curious as to why that was your first reaction." Fury leaned forward and stared at her with his eye. It was intimidating.

"I'm not." Hand snorted from her seat. "I've met the brat."

"Agent Hill says you're close to the girl, and maybe that's something we'll need." Oh, Bobbi had a sinking feeling she was about to find out why most of Skye's record was a Level 10 Classified file - except for the Orphanage records that were mostly public knowledge.

"Sit down, I don't bite." Romanoff was lounging on a couch against the wall and patted the seat next to her almost predatorily. "Much." She flashed her pearly white teeth at Bobbi when she hesitantly sat down.

"This is about Skye?" Bobbi forced herself to look away and grow a back bone. So she was an untrained 17-year-old who had stolen a car and run away from S.C.H.O.L.A.R against direct orders in a room full of the most dangerous Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D... No big deal, right?

"Do you know what an Oh-Eight-Four is, Miss Morse?" Okay, Director Fury, the Big Boss of S.H.I.E.L.D was talking to her, knew her by name.

"An object of unknown origin." She answered automatically, Agent May was the one that taught History, which included the history of S.H.I.E.L.D and it's beginnings as the S.S.R.

"Right. And you know they can be powerful." Fury continued, "destructive in the wrong hands, helpful in the right ones." Bobbi nodded under the scrutiny of his eye. "Your friend out there, Mary Sue Poots-" she forced herself not to correct him about her name. "-Skye. That harmless little girl with the big brown eyes that you fell in love with, Miss Morse, is an Oh-Eight-Four."

"What?" He'd said it was such seriousness, but he had to be joking, right? Skye was a kid, not some magical alien thing that could be a weapon. Right?

"That kid down there playing Scrabble with Ward and that English boy you picked up; SHIELD found her in China eleven years ago." It made sense, she looked at least part Asian. "An entire village was decimated, it was a blood bath, we lost a lot of men that day." Bobbi looked around at everyone else in the room. Coulson was frowning, Hill had pursed her lips, Hand had her arms crossed, May and Romanoff looked blank - a little too blank. "The thing at the centre of it all was an Oh-Eight-Four..." Romanoff handed her a picture and the blonde wished she hadn't; a baby probably only a few months under a year old covered in blood with her little eyes closed. In the picture with all that blood and her eyes closed, she looked dead.
Another picture was handed to her and the queasy feeling eased a little; the baby was cleaned up and awake, a pair of familiar brown eyes staring out through the photo. Skye. "The team that found her, they didn't know what was going on, just that a lot of people were dying and that baby was why." Fury started talking again and Bobbi forced her eyes away from the pictures. "You know about the protocol to keep the kid moving, for her safety and everyone around her." Hill shifted a little, maybe she wasn't meant to know that already? "This is classified information, it was deleted before Romanoff's big information dump, the only people who know about it are in this room."

Six people, and now her.

"We want to keep that kid close." One brown eye stared at her. "And she seems to like you an awful lot. Why is that?" Why was that? Bobbi didn't know, she just knew the kid had wormed her way into her heart and refused to leave.

"I made her a promise." The blonde murmured, the day after they met, in the hallway of the seldom-used Index wing at S.C.H.O.L.A.R. "I made her a promise and I kept it... I guess no-one had kept a promise to her before. Agent Hill always said never make promises you can't keep, so I made sure I kept it."

"That's sweet." Romanoff commented, her tone completely monotonous.

"The thing with that now, Morse, is that if someone wants to get at that girl, you've made it quite clear to HYDRA that they're going to have to go through you." Well, if that didn't paint a target on her back nothing would. "So we have to make sure they can't get through you."

Bobbi furrowed her, she hadn't even been able to take down three of those men in the barbershop without getting knocked out. If it weren't for Ward shooting the men during the escape attempt they all would have been dead and Skye would still be in Mexico.

"It takes Agents years to hone their skills, you don't have years."

"Instead you get a month with me." The predatory look was back in Romanoff's eye and it made Bobbi kind of wish that she was here to die because that would surely be less painful. Sure, she'd been training with May, but the older woman had been going easy on her - as evidenced by the fact that she was still alive - if anything about Romanoff was true then she'd be dead five minutes into the first lesson.

"Before that can happen." Hill spoke up, picking up a folder from Coulson's desk. "You're still a minor, Morse." Right. 17. Hunter hadn't kissed her since they were rescued because of that... Now was so not the time to think about Lance Hunter. "After HYDRA led an attack on the school we had to send the students home-" the school was attacked? How had that not come up at all in the last three weeks? "-everyone is fine." Did that include Izzy? Fitz, Simmons, Trip? "You need to get your parents to sign your emancipation or you won't be training, you'll be spending the next six months at high school in Georgia."

"You can leave tomorrow, but we expect you back here by the New Year." Fury stated as the folder was pushed into the teenagers hands.

"Tomorrow?" This was too fast. Half an hour ago she was playing Scrabble, now she needs to get emancipated so the Black freaking Widow can train her to protect Skye who is apparently some sort of 084 that was the reason an entire village in Chine was slaughtered?

"Best introduce Romanoff to your kid before you go." The red-head in question stood up so Bobbi took that as her dismissal. "She's going to watch the kid while you're gone."

So there it is; the first chapter of the sequel to Students Of S.C.H.O.L.A.R... Hope you liked it, I have plenty more to come, it just depends on whether or not my computer decides to cooperate with me on if I can post every week. I'll say this time every week (Monday for me, but feel free to adapt day to fit your timezone), but don't kill me if I don't :D