Welcome to this (halfway) new story!
To start with, I have to make a SERIOUSLY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: As the plot bunnies are currently going crazy inside my head, from this chapter on this is an alternative plot to "With you till the end of time", with the pairing Coulson/OC and May/Logan. Also the backstory of my OC is slightly changed for dramatic purposes only.

I hope you will enjoy both of the stories and keep on following!

Reviews are still highly appreciated!
Disclaimer: I don't own AoS, only my OC.


This Chapter is set after Chapter 3 of "With you till the end of time." Iff you don't want to read through the other three chapters, that's what has happened so far:
Coulson was saved during a HYDRA shooting by a golden retriever taking a bullet for him. They took the dog back to the base where Simmons found out there was something wrong with ist DNA. After a while the dog morphed into a woman and reminded the director of somebody he used to know long ago.


Chapter 1: A pile of memories

May and Skye waited while Coulson pulled out a key and opened a drawer on his desk. Then he frantically searched through documents he had collected in it. When he turned around to face the others, he had several photos in his hands that he lied in front of them on the desk. He had not looked at those pictures for ages, it had hurt too much and he had not have time for distractions.
The first one showed a group of young adults, apparently partying and raising bottles of something. Easy to spot, Coulson stood in the middle, and on the right side of the picture, there was a blond woman, wearing jeans and a wide sweater, her blond hair cut short in a Lady Di style.
The same woman could be seen in the next picture, but there she was wearing a floor-length dark red dress with a deep neckline and black gloves. Her hair was longer, more like a longbob, and she had a real rose clipped into them. She was dancing with Phil, very close, nearly leaving no space between their bodies. Even though neither of them looked directly into the camera, everyone could see they were smiling at each other.
On the third picture, there was only the woman. It seemed to be kind of a dancing competition because she was wearing a glittering stage outfit that showed every perfectly defined curve and flaring make-up on her pretty face. The way she looked at the camera with her caramel eyes was daring, provoking and really hot. She looked definitely like the woman they had now lying in their vault.

"No doubt, that's her. Coulson, who is she?", Skye wanted to know. He decided to tell the truth, what use would it be to hide it? Maybe it would even help them. As unlikely as it was. "The woman on the photos was Rosen Willows. She was British, from Greenwich, but I met her at the University of Columbia. She was my best friend and later girlfriend as well. I broke up contact when I joined S.H.I.E.L.D., later I started looking for her but I found out she had died in some car crash two years after I left. She was on a motorcycle, always loved Harleys and speed. That girl was one of the few who didn't think it was weird that I did do research about a secret government organization. She was a dancer, leader of the uni-crew. But I have no idea who that woman downstairs is. She looks exactly like her, but it cannot be, Rosen must be in her forties now and that woman looks like someone in their late twenties." Deep inside, he nevertheless hoped that it could be her, that his Rosen somehow could still be alive after all. He missed her. Had always missed her. Would always miss her.

Just as May wanted to say something, there was a knock at the door and Hunter peered in. "She is awake. At first she seemed totally confused, now she is making signs at the camera to send someone down. And she seems to get more and more pissed off. I think someone should go and talk to her." May didn't seem very happy about it: "It could be a trap. And even if we have all those nice technical devices down there, we don't know what she can do. I never thought I'd say that one day but maybe she can do magic? " Rosen a magician? That sounded just too weird. But well, Rosen as a dog wasn't weird at all or what?! The director tried to stop his mind from running too fast, they had no idea if it was her after all. "Maybe, but we have to communicate with her at one point. And talking to a pissed off individual is a lot more difficult than talking to a calm one", Coulson commented therefore calmly, "I'll go and talk to her, see who she is and what she wants. If this transformation is something new or if that is a permanent ability."

Skye left the room first, somehow more excited than concerned, followed by Hunter. When both of the younger agents where outside, May put a hand on the director's arm. "You don't have to do this, Bobbi or I could interrogate her. I know this is personal for you Phil, don't even start denying it, and you don't need even more to worry about." He looked her in the eyes, covering her hand with his. Thoughts racing in his brain, chasing each other. But then one thought crystalized, clear and unmovable. "It is like the other thing Melinda, I just have to know, I need to know if it is her. I have grieved over her death for years, you know, and now that woman who looks like her is here…" The other agent sighed, then she nodded slowly. "Okay, I understand, but don't go in there alone. Let me or Bobbi or even Skye come with you. Please? And there is something… something I think you should know. There was a woman on your… on your funeral, she came later and stayed separate. I think this was her. Or someone looking extremely similar, just with red hair." Phil looked at her, shocked. From all the things she could have said, THAT had never crossed his mind. How could it? He generally tried not to think about his death. Even though that was pretty tough sometimes. Suddenly Phil seemed to remember he had a job to do. He took a deep breath and straightened himself. "Then let's go, face this woman, whoever she may be. Melinda, please stay. I'd very much like you with me right now", he added softly. The Asian looked at him, her eyes full of understanding. "Of course", she said quietly.