In the Formation of Something New
Skye hated soul mates and soul mate marks.
There wasn’t a time that she could remember that she didn’t hate the idea.
Ever since she was bouncing back in forth between the orphanages and the families that didn’t want her, at least that’s what she thought at the time; she had been convinced that nothing good could from soul mates.
It was just another person who wouldn’t want her.
She couldn’t help thinking that the nuns didn’t help matters with always telling her that she didn’t deserve to have a soul mate and that he wouldn’t want someone like her.
It had become a habit of hers to ignore the green ‘L’ that was on her left collar bone as she grew up.
When she met then got together with Miles, she figured that their relationship was proof that she didn’t need her soul mate to be happy because they loved each other without it.
They were able to ignore the green ‘L’ and orange ‘R’ that were tattooed on their bodies pretty easy.
Then S.H.I.E.L.D. happened.
Skye wanted to be mad that the organization came between them, destroyed what they had so easily but deep down, she knew that there were cracks in their relationship long before she came into contact with the group.
The first time she was forced to deal with the possibility of finding her soul mate, she was terrified.
It happened when she learned that Fitz’s first name was Leopold.
As much as Skye liked him, she didn’t think they’d fit romantically.
Thankfully, Simmons revealed to her later that Fitz’ soul mark was of a ‘B’ and blue which was ironic considering the scientists’ system where ‘B’ was for blue was for biological or however it went.
Skye was relieved that she didn’t need to think about her soul mate anymore.
Hydra revealed itself which was terrifying but Simmons found her soul mate in Trip and Skye couldn’t help being happy for them.
Just because soul mates weren’t for her didn’t mean she couldn’t be happy for her friend.
From what she could tell, Trip was a good guy despite training under Garrett unlike someone else she really didn’t want to think about, so she knew the closest thing she had to a sister was in good hands but of course, she may have had a chat with him anyways.
Now, Coulson was trying to rebuild S.H.I.E.L.D. but it was obvious that they needed more people to take on missions.
Which brought them to the trio standing in front of them; former Agent Isabelle Hartley and two guys she had no idea about.
“Coulson, these are Lance Hunter and Idaho.”
He nodded at the men before introducing his team then heading to his office to discuss matters with May and Hartley.
It was a couple days later before Skye had any serious interaction with either man.
She was grabbing something from the kitchen when she was startled by a hand grabbing her arm.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”
“I wanted to see something, sweetheart.”
Pulling her arm from his grasp, she crossed them as she waited for the guy to explain.
“What’s that on your shoulder?”
“There’s nothing on my shoulder, thank you very much.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Your chest then.”
“These are my boobs and I know they’re great but there’s no need to stare at them.”
Lance huffed.
“I meant the green letter though you do have a nice pair of…..anyways, the letter; it’s your soul mark isn’t it?”
Her body tensed before she unconsciously took a step backwards and away from him.
“And if it is? What’s it to you?”
Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, Lance pulled it up and over his head.
Skye’s eyes landed on the green ‘S’ on his chest and she didn’t need to look at her own mark to know that it was the same shade of green.
There was nothing to say about it but the obvious; they were soul mates.
She couldn’t help admire his chest and arms.
“Put your shirt back on.”
“Are you sure you want me to?”
Biting her lip, she refused to answer because she’d rather not do this now or ever.
Lance put his shirt back on then took a step towards her.
“What’s wrong?”
“I never wanted to find my soul mate.”
His jaw dropped and he couldn’t help feeling hurt at her words.
“Oh…”
“I always thought that that person would just be another person who wouldn’t want me.”
Lance glared at her and crossed his arms.
“You don’t get to decide that, I do.”
Looking down at the floor, Skye felt guilty as she started to tremble slightly.
“I’m sorry.”
Softening his stance, he crossed the distance between them then gently grabbed her chin so he could get her to look at him.
“I’m a screw up, just ask Bobbi, actually don’t. However, I wanna give this a try.”
Skye looked at him and couldn’t help think of how happy Jemma was with Trip.
“I’m not promising anything but we could start with a drink.”
Lance grinned before draping an arm around her shoulder.
“Sweetheart, the first thing you should know about me is I enjoy a good drink.”
Rolling her eyes, she couldn’t help being amused by her soul mate.
Soul-mate……this was going to take some time to get used but maybe, the nuns weren’t right after all.