Hello everyone! This is my very first fanfic!...I absolutely love Agents of SHIELD, and can't help wondering what the second half of the season will bring. Please, please, please leave feedback, and I will do my best to improve with every chapter!
Chapter 1: Reunion
Skye shuddered as she looked at the pile of dust that had once been her friend Triplett. She wiped her eyes, knowing there would be no way to collect Trip's remains. The room was dead silent except for a faint growling noise coming from the spiny beast that was once Raina. I've got to get out of here, Skye thought. She pressed her hand against the stone wall, feeling for resistance, and it crumbled before her eyes. Skye yanked her hand back, trembling, and caught a glimpse of Coulson and Mack huddled together on the other side of the wall, hands raised protectively over their heads. Skye let out a sob of relief and stumbled over to Coulson who rose and wrapped his arms tightly around her: "It's okay, Skye", he whispered, squeezing her tightly, "you're going to be okay".
When he released her, Mack gave her a shaky grin, saying "C'mon sis, let's get out of here". Skye returned his smile, glad that he was okay. But she couldn't stop thinking about Trip. "Tr-trip…", Skye stammered.
"I know", Coulson said, "he's somewhere down here too, but we'll find him".
"No", Skye whispered, "He's dead. An obelisk shard pierced him…he's gone". Skye dissolved into tears as Coulson embraced her once more.
"It's not your fault, he murmured, "Come on, we should get back to the others".
The three agents made their way back to the front of the tunnel, where they found Fitzsimmons, wrapped in each other's arms. They were both crying softly. Fitz shrieked when he saw Mack, and his tears quickly turned to laughter: "You're alive! You're all alive! Simmons, they made it! We thought...that you…that you were…"
"Well, we're very glad you're alive", Simmons said matter-of-factly, giving Skye a hug. "But where's Trip? He took down all the explosives, and–" She caught a glimpse of Skye's expression and faltered: "He's not…he can't be…oh no, please, no!" Simmons nearly collapsed as she burst into tears.
Fitz embraced her protectively, the tears back in his eyes: "C'mon", he muttered, "I'm sure May's worried sick".
May didn't see them approach. Her shoulders were shaking violently as she stared down into the pit where she had last seen Coulson disappear. The other agents were stunned –they had never seen May even come close to crying.
Coulson carefully approached her: "Mel –". May froze. She slowly turned, facing Coulson, then immediately slapped him in the face. He stepped back, surprised. "Good to see you too", he mumbled.
May grabbed him and hugged him tightly: "God, I thought I lost you, Phil", she whispered, her voice trembling. "I thought you were gone forever". She released him abruptly, and quietly embraced the other members of the team, her expression clouding when she noticed Trip's absence. "Let's get back to the bus", she commanded, her voice once again steady. "I'm sure we have a lot to talk about".