Back From the Dead Chapter 1: You're Always Here With Me, an agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. fanfic

Back From the Dead

Disclaimer:
I own nothing.

Rating:
T (possibly subject to change...not really sure where I'm gonna end up with this...)

Genre:
Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Pairing:
Coulsye (possibly with a little Background!MayWard & Fitzsimmons)

Lyrics Used:
Ashley Tisdale "You're Always Here"

Author's Note:
thesuperjess requested this fic and I LOVED the idea! So, I just had to do it!

You're Always Here With Me

"Agent Coulson." Dr. Streitman called out, causing Phil Coulson to all but jump out of his seat as he turned to approach the doctor.

"Dr. Streitman." Phil greeted, tersely. Things were still strained between himself and the doctor after Phil had learned the truth behind his resurrection. However, he couldn't deny that if anyone had any chance at all of saving Skye, it was him. For that reason, and that reason, alone, he would remain civil with the doctor.

"I'm so sorry, Phil." Dr. Streitman replied, bracing himself for whatever reaction the senior agent threw his way when he heard the news. In that moment, Phil knew the news wasn't going to be good. "We lost her." He never would have thought it possible, but, those three simple words brought Phil's entire world crashing down around him. "We did everything we could, I assure you. But, one of the bullets pierced her right ventricle-"

Holding up a hand, Phil knew he had to stop him, right there. He needed to keep this brief before he lost the fight against the tears pricking his eyes. "It's okay, Dr. Streitman." He offered, audibly struggling against the tears. "I'm sure you did." Drawing a deep, steadying breath, he added "But, if you don't mind, I think I should be the one to tell the rest of the team. I think news like this might be taken easier if it came from me."

The older doctor understood where Phil was coming from. The news of the death of a dear friend was always ever-so-slightly more palatable coming from another dear friend rather than a complete stranger. "Of course." Dr. Streitman replied, warmly, nodding as he made his swift exit.

"Well?!" Jemma replied, anxiously, jumping out of her seat, startling Leo who had fallen asleep holding her. "How is she?! Is she going to be okay?!" She demanded. Not knowing was driving her certifiably insane. However, Phil didn't have to say a word. The look on his face told the entire team far more than they wanted to know.

"She didn't make it." Phil replied in a quiet, choked, voice. He was slowly losing the battle to maintain composure and he knew it.

Ward just silently hung his head as he fought back the tears. May tried to wrap a comforting arm around him, but, he just couldn't even look at her at the moment and shook the arm off his shoulders a little more violently than he had originally intended. But, he just didn't have it in him to care, at that moment.

May, for her part, held all of her emotions inside. As always, her face gave away nothing of the pain that was slowly tearing her apart from the inside out. She knew Grant blamed her for what happened to Skye. On some level, she couldn't help wondering if he was right.

Jemma took a different approach. "Excuse me." She announced, quietly, before calmly leaving the waiting room. She couldn't be in there, right now. She didn't want their pity or their sympathy. I don't deserve it. After all, she was the bio-chemist. She was always the one to patch everyone up. She made everything better. She should have been able to save Skye.

Leo knew exactly where Jemma was headed when she left the waiting room. Without a word, he simply rose from his seat to follow her. Catching up to her just before she reached the ladies' restroom, he grabbed her by the arm and spun her around to draw her into his embrace. Collapsing into his arms, she allowed the violent sobs to finally break free as she clung to Leo for dear life. Understanding that she needed this, Leo just silently held her as she cried while fighting back his own tears. He had to be strong for her. He could deal with his own emotions, later, after he knew she would be okay.

Back in the waiting room Melinda knew she had to get out of there. She never did like anyone to see her emotional in any way shape or form. Emotions made you weak and she would never allow anyone to see her as weak. "I need to shower and get the plane ready." She declared, her words falling on deaf ears, as she took her swift leave. Silently, part of her wished Grant would follow her even though she knew he wouldn't.

"I should go, as well." Phil declared, quietly. "I have some...some paperwork to fill out." He muttered before taking his leave. Finally alone, Ward buried his face in his hands as the tears silently streamed down his cheeks. He knew he could blame Melinda all he wanted-maybe that would make all this easier-but, he knew she wasn't completely to blame. He wasn't entirely innocent in all this. He was Skye's SO. It was his job to make sure she was safe and protected. It was his job to have her back-especially after all the times she'd had his. I'm so sorry I let ya down, Skye...He thought to himself as he quietly cried it out. Once the tears finally stopped, checking his watch, he saw that it had been almost fifteen minutes, he took his leave and returned to the Bus, eager to get back to his bunk...maybe go a few rounds with the punching bag.

"Aw, hell..." Dr. Streitman cursed under his breath as he re-entered the OR to find none other than Director Nick Fury, himself. "Son of a bitch..." He muttered, knowing exactly what the Director would want from him. "Uh-uh! No way!" He declared. He'd already permanently damaged one life-long friendship over the Director's orders. He wasn't about to go there, again. "I'm not. Doing it. Not again. Not to her!"

"I'm afraid you don't have a say in this matter, Dr. Streitman." Fury sneered. "This girl happens to be extremely important to my one good eye." He argued, stepping closer to Streitman. "She also happens to be an 0-8-4. I will not let her go without, at the very least, discovering her full potential."

"Believe me, nobody knows how important she is to Coulson, better than I do!" Streitman fired back. "But, I also know that Coulson would never want this for her! Yes, he would give anything in the world-even his own life-to have her back! But, not at this expense! He would never want me to drag her through depths of Hell that I'm fairly certain even Satan himself actively tries to avoid!"

"Which is precisely why I haven't asked his permission." Fury sneered. "I am the Director of this fine agency and I am telling you, bring. her. back." He demanded. "That. is an order."

As the Director stormed out of the OR, Dr. Streitman sighed heavily. "Well, that's it. I'm goin' to Hell..." He muttered under his breath as he set to work prepping his team and the necessary equipment to bring the young hacker back.

Standing over Skye's dead body, he gently stroked a lock of hair from her face. She was so young. She didn't deserve any of this. Definitely not dying at the hands of that bastard, Quinn. Crossing over to the sink, he wet a cloth. Wringing out the excess water, he returned to the operating table where Skye lay lifeless and began tenderly cleaning the blood from her face and chest. "I am so sorry..." He muttered as a lone tear escaped down his cheek.

Unable to concentrate on the task at hand, Phil angrily stabbed at the paperwork on his desk before shoving everything before him off the desk and onto the floor. Normally he kept his office meticulously immaculate. But, right now, he just didn't have it in him to care about anything. At least not about anything other than how empty The Bus suddenly felt without Skye running around creating her usual chaos. He would have given anything in the world just to hear her voice one more time. Flopping down on the bed, Phil sat up and buried his face in his hands. He never even had the chance to say 'goodbye'.

Running his hands up his face and through his hair, Phil stood up, throwing off his jacket. Yanking off his tie, he just allowed his clothes to pile up on the floor at the foot of the bed. With the tie gone, his hands just went through the motions as he undid his shirt and tossed it to the floor. Sitting back down, he blindly went through the motions as he pulled his shoes and socks off before standing back up to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants off.

Crossing over to his closet, Phil blindly grabbed a pair of pajamas and re-dressed himself. Crawling into bed, he pulled the blankets tight around himself in a feeble attempt to fight the cold that had settled over his entire body from the moment that he had first learned of Skye's death. Here, alone in his bed, he couldn't fight it anymore as the dam finally broke as the violent sobs wracked his entire body while tears streamed down his cheeks, soaking the pillow under his head. Unable to stop the sobs, he just allowed himself to cry himself to sleep for the first time in a long time.

Author's Note:
So, I hope y'all like this first chapter! I can't promise when I'll get the next one up. But, I promise to get it up as soon as I possibly can. I've got a pretty full plate at work, next week (working six days). So, I can't promise how soon the next chapter will be up. But, I am really excited about this story. So, even I look forward to the next installment.

~Skye Coulson