Following 1x11 so minor spoilers. Because there was a lack of Philinda/Coulvary/Mayson scenes, I needed to write this as a result. I know May being the cellist is a long shot, but I can dream right? hahaha

She doesn't knock, she never does. And he never really tells her to. She finds him sitting on his desk, staring at the same page for a minute now. It looks like he hasn't noticed her yet, until she finally decided to make him notice her. She walks towards in front of his desk, and he finally looks up the report he was trying to read.

"May, what can I do for you." She just rolled her eyes at him, he was the one who was injured badly when he was taken by Centipede, and that was only the physical wounds. She knows something changed, whatever they did to him down there, made him different.

"Auto-pilot is on for the night. Are you alright, Coulson?" She asked him.

He's attempt at a smile didn't really work. So he just looked at her knowing fully well that whatever he was going through, she's the only one who would be able to understand. And he wanted to tell her so badly.

"I don't know." He looked down on his hands, and May sat down on the chair opposite him. Then he looked straight in her eyes.

"I know what they did to me. SHIELD. I didn't just die for 8 or 40 seconds…"

"You don't have to tell me." She didn't hold his gaze, suddenly remembering that day. That day when Hill told her he was dead.

"I want to Melinda." He stood up and sat down on the chair next to hers and looked straight at her.

"Raina, knew things. She knew personal things. She told me I gave up on a chance for a normal one, at love. She knew about the dinners at The Richmond…" He held her hand, and was surprised when May didn't pull away.

"When you played the cello, and how I missed hearing you play…" May just looked down at their joined hands, and smiled sadly.

"And when they told me how you cried for days, after SHIELD told you. And I kept thinking, how I never got to say goodbye, when I thought I could never tell you I was alive. I am so sorry, I put you through that. I never wanted to put you in so much pain." He looked at her with eyes again. Saw the tears forming around her eyes. And he was surprised when she suddenly, pulled her hand away. But placed it on the side of his face.

"I know you are. I know." He held her hand that was on the side of his face. Just wanted the feeling of her there. That maybe she has forgiven him, that maybe she still loves him too.

"You should get some rest, Phil." May said quietly. Pulling away.

"You should sleep too. I know none of you haven't slept since I was kidnapped. Stay." He looked at her desperately trying to cling to the woman he loves. And he just gave him a small smile.

"Okay, if it will help you get some sleep." She followed to his private quarters, and he changed out of his suit. While May just took of her jacket and boots, and lied down on the bed beside him.

Coulson's arm wrapped around her. She turned to face him, kissed his forehead, and joined her forehead with his.

"Sleep." She ordered.

"I'll try." He smiled at her. Relishing the feeling of her warmth, and just pulled her closer. He knows, that she's aware that he still hasn't told her everything. And he knows that he'll probably never be the same again. But he remembers what Melinda told him before, 'There's only moving forward.' And that's what he was going to do, and hopefully she would be there with him.

Just needed to get this out of my head. Hope you liked reading :) Reviews are always welcome.

As for my other stories, I'm not sure when I will be able to update because of school works, but hopefully I would be able to update this week. :D