The Memory, the nightmare and the future

He opened his eyes and saw the blood on his hands but he knew that it didn't belong to him, he started crawling around the room the blackness enveloping him like open arms, but still he couldn't find the switch to illuminate the room once more.

"Phil…."

He heard the voice and focused tuning his other senses to work as one and find out where she was.

"Phil..."

Now there was more then one voice and this made him stop right where he was, he could hear them around him. They were taunting him knowing that he was in the same room and practically within reach but he couldn't see.

"Phil."

Now he was starting to panic, he knew that this wasn't normal and as a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent he should not be panicking, but as he told all of his students "Courage is not the master of fear, but the mastery of it." Right now he didn't feel like the master, but knew that he had to keep going.

He felt around the room and knew that the voices were taunting him, his fear; he felt his hands touch the wall flicking the switch to illuminate the room. His heart dropped through the floor when he saw what was making its way towards him, he looked around the room and saw hundreds of Melinda May's. Each one bloodied disfigured and heart broken attempting to finish the job that Garrett could not have finished before. They had a variety of weapons from the gun in her hand, to the knife sticking out of her leg courtesy of Garrett himself.

"Phil are you going to help? Do you like seeing me hurt…?" One had walked in front of him pulling the knife out of her leg and raised it above her head to strike Phil Coulson down.

"Phil, you there? Phil, Phil…!"

A hand touched his shoulder and he shot up out of the seat and turned to see the real Melinda May, looking at him with concern and worry written across her face.

"Hey handsome, you ok? You were miles away. Would I like it there?"

He put his hands around her waist and pulled her too him closing the gap so that not even air would be able to get in between to the two heated bodies, he turned his head into the crook of her neck and stood there. Time at that moment had no meaning for those two, just holding on and reminding themselves that they had made this, he inhaled and smelt the fragrance, that heavenly scent that would soothe his soul like balm to a burn.

He started to pet her neck, licking her pulse point and feeling the tremor running down her back, he put his hands on her butt and pulled her closer.

"Hey Phil, not that I mind what you're doing, but what has brought this on?"

She tilted his face up and looked into his eyes, the raw emotion that was written across his face made her heart drop. She could see the fear, angst , worry and love all in his eyes directed at her as though she was the only thing that mattered. She saw his eye start to brim with tears and she now understood what he was trying to convey, it had only been a week since they had rescued him from the underground lab, from Garrett.

She is guessing that everything was still fresh in his mind including the knife sticking out of her leg as this is the place that Coulson keeps placing his hand and rubbing delicate circles.

"Hey, hey, look at me baby…" He kept his eyes down to the floor and would not look back.

"Look at me…please." The pleading tone her voice had taken gave him no option but to look at her.

He could see the love, worry but care written across the beautiful brown eyes that was his love, he knew they were safe but he could not shake last week seeing her bloodied with the knife in her leg. They might as well have put the knife in his heart because every time someone hurts her they attack a piece of him and he knew there was nothing that he would not do to ensure here safety he just needed to be sure she was here.

"Phil I am here, you are here and we are safe and unless Garrett knows how to get up with a snapped neck and broken ribs he won't be bothering us anymore. We are here with S.H.I.E.L.D. they have been weeded out and we maybe small but we will rise again I know it but you have to believe me that I am here." She put her hands on his face and pulled him towards her pressing her lips to his and letting her tongue dance the way into his mouth. She heard a moan rise from his chest and knew that he was beginning to forget and was returning to the here and now, she could feel his fingers flexing against her hips but the left was being delicate as it was travelling down to grab her behind the knee.

He grab her hand and pulled her into the bedroom, he twirled her around and pulled her back flush against his body letting her know exactly how he felt or at least his bodily response felt.

The dancing was so unlike Phil, but May knew that they needed to act a little wild and carefree as there had been so much stress and heartache, it was nice to just be wild and free. He kissed her again pouring all the love and devotion that he could and ensuring that she understood she was his world and he was going to show her.

He shoved her down onto the bed and prowled his way up her body and eliciting the dirtiest, but sexiest noises with her chest raising with shallow breaths, he breasts attempting to break free, for which Coulson had every intention of helping them. He raised her arms above her head and ripped her vest in half and dropped both pieces from his head.

"Phil!" She looked at him pretending to be annoyed but the dilation of her purples, her gyrating hips grinding against his own noticeable arousal and the licking of her lips clearly conveyed a different message to Phil Coulson.

He dropped his head down to her perky breast and this is how he knew that heaven was a place on earth, because right now at this moment, he was there and no one was going to ruin or disturb it.

He knew that they needed to start looking into the cloning of Melinda May, find out how it was done? Were there more? Just how far they have gone to programming the personality traits of these clones?

But right now he had something far more important to do and that was to make love to the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

She laid there with a halo of black hair around her, swollen lips, dilated eyes and the sweetest body that he was thoroughly enjoying. He felt guilty, years back as he thought it was unrequited love but now it has been retuned he was going to have all he could.

He was crawling down her body kissing, licking and nipping along the way he looked up and saw her staring down at him but not a single word was spoken.

He was just about to dip is head when he heard…

"Agent Coulson, please come to my office as soon as you can." Fury ended the communication.

May looked like she was going to get up when she was forcefully pushed back down on the bed, "Where do you think you're going?" Phil queried.

"You've been summoned?"

He returned to his original position first, "He will have to wait. I am hard at work making love to a beautiful woman." He dipped his head down between her thighs and proceeded to do just that and even if Fury walked through the door he would have to wait, cause right now he and May were busy having some much needed quality time.