The five of them followed Billy Koenig into the corridor away from the hanger. They passed by a few agents on the way to the Med Unit. A makeshift room had been made resembling a hospital room where Leopold Fitz was staying. Jemma made her way into the room and stood next to him. the others stayed back. Skye took in all the machines hooked up to her friend and let out a strangled sob. Trip's face held a grim expression and Coulson's eyes shown with anger. Ward had done this. May's eyes darkened as she looked at the young scientist. He seemed even smaller laying in the white sheets of the hospital bed. May's face drew harder. The thought that Ward, a man they had all trusted, all believed in, had done this to one of them mad her blood boil. Jemma looked at them.

"The doctors say he will most likely have some sort of brain damage from the oxygen deprivation. The longer he stays in the coma the worse it will most likely be." Jemma's voice broke at the last few words.

Coulson walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "We will make sure he has the best doctors Jemma. We will help him recover."

"I know sir. It's just so ..." Her voice trailed off as small sobs started wracking through her body.

Coulson reached up and embraced the biochemist. Trip came further into the room and placed his hand on her back. Skye, who had tears streaming down her face, turned and ran out of the room.

Melinda found her back on the Bus in her bunk. Skye was curled up on the bed facing the wall. Melinda heard the sobs and saw Skye's body shaking. She sat on the bed waiting. After a few moments, Skye's sobs diminished and she curled more into herself further away from Melinda.

"Go away."

Melinda sighed. She did not do comforting well. At least not anymore. There was a time she would not have hesitated to pull the younger women into her arms and let her cry it out onto her shoulder. But that was pre- Bahrain Melinda and that Melinda no longer existed. She thought perhaps she should just go get Phil. Phil was good with emotions. But Phil had Simmons to deal with. And that left her with Skye. Melinda reached up her hand to touch Skye's shoulder. Skye stiffened.

"I would like to say that Fitz will be okay. But I can't cause I don't know that he will be. I'd like to say a lot of things Skye. I'd like it if I could tell you that everything here will be okay but I don't know that it ever will be. All I know is that you can't look back. You need to move on and you, and all of us really, need to push forward. The alternative is giving up. And if there is one thing I know you are not, it's that you are not a quitter Skye. You have proven that to me over the last few months."

Melinda waited. She could feel Skye relax. Skye shifted her body and turned around to face Melinda. Her face was tear-streaked. She sniffled a few times, wiping at her eyes, finally speaking.

"How do we do this then May?" Skye paused and her voice wavered. "How May? Ward's betrayal. What was done to Mike. All those innocent people caught in the middle." Skye sat up and hugged her legs. "Shield no longer really exists. That badge I got for like one day? Useless."

"Not true Skye. There is a Shield. We are Shield. There are more than just us. Fury made Coulson the Director and we will rebuild. We will get stronger. You will get stronger."

"Yeah how? Nothing is the same May. You don't understand. This place. Here. The bus. Was my home. I wanted it so bad. To be a part of this. It's gone."

"No Skye. It's just changed. It's still here. You are still here. You are a part of this. A big part. You've proven yourself over and over."

"Sure." Skye did not sound convinced. "Ward wasn't even trying to make me into a real agent. He was just playing a game. Following orders. Working all of us. " Skye spat out. " I hate him so much."

"And I told you to use that. Control it and your other emotions and use them when the time is right. I'll teach you."

Skye looked up surprised. "You will?" Her eyes brightened with hope. A look that Melinda did not know she had missed until now.

Skye looked down at her hands on her knees. She spoke up softly. "I could use a new SO." She refused to look up not wanting to see May's face in case it was filled with anger or disappointment.

"I told you before that I'm usually up at five. We'll start tomorrow. Tai Chi first, then some cardio work."

Skye looked up at May. May still had her hand on Skye's shoulder. May squeezed it and smiled at her. "Ward was easy on you. Don't expect me to be."

Skye smiled. "Wouldn't dream of it."

"Then we should probably move and find some bunks on this base. You need to get some sleep." Melinda offered Skye her hand. Skye took it and Melinda pulled her up. Skye grabbed her backpack. They headed off the plane in companionable silence.

Both ended up in the bunk area. They moved to the back area where there were three rooms on each side of the last hallway. Coulson was already in the last one on the right. Trip was standing in the doorway of the first one on the right. Melinda guided Skye to the middle room on the left as she positioned herself in front of the one next to it across from Coulson.

"Goodnight." Trip nodded to all as he turned into his room and shut the door.

Coulson looked at Melinda and Skye for a moment. "Jemma is going to stay in with Leo. I was too tired to fight her on it tonight but she will need some real sleep soon."

"I'll talk to her tomorrow." Melinda offered.

Phil nodded at her. "You both good?"

Skye gave him a half smile. Melinda nodded.

He looked over them both. "Get some sleep. We can all talk tomorrow. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Phil."

"Night AC." Skye turned to go into her room. "Goodnight May."

Melinda paused and looked at the young agent. " It's late Skye. How about we do 6am tomorrow. Set your alarm. Every minute you're late ten extra pushups."

Skye glanced over to see if she was serious or not. May stared back. "You serious?" Cause May had on one of her poker faces again and Skye could not read her.

"I don't ever say things I don't mean Skye. You should know that by now. And remember it." Melinda stepped into her room and slid the door closed without a sound.

Skye did likewise and looked around her room. She shrugged her backpack off and let it slide onto the floor. The bed had a mattress cover over it and some folded sheets and a pillow on top of it. The room was small but adequate. Besides the bed there was a dresser, a night stand and a small bookshelf. There was also a small closet at the foot of the bed. Skye realized she had to use the bathroom. She opened her door and ventured out retracing her steps to the end where the bath was. She stepped inside. The bath held three stalls and four showers. When she was done she hurried back to her room, quickly made her bed, took off her coat and boots and fell into the bed. She grabbed her phone and set the alarm. She shut off the light and snuggled into her pillow. Her last thought before sleep overtook her was how much this place reminded her of St. Agnes.