Disclaimer: I'm just a fan of Agents of SHIELD, playing around with characters and such... If you recognize it, I don't own it. Unfortunately.
A/N: This one is shorter, but I may be able to post the next chapter within the day, so I hope that will make up for it. Sincere thank-yous to everyone who has favourited and reviewed. I appreciate it. :) (Future chapters may change the rating to "M", but I'm not sure about that. We'll see where it goes. I'd just like to give a heads up of the possibility.)
"It's okay, May." Coulson betrayed nothing. "We were just finishing up. What do you need?"
Skye thought that perhaps May looked suspicious, but then again, May always looked suspicious. Why is A.C. so cool? How the hell can he play it so cool all the time? It's hell trying to hide all of this from him, from the rest of the team... Am I the only one really affected by this serum? Skye wondered a lot of things, but that kiss made her think that she was probably wrong about being the only one affected.
"I'm headed out to get supplies. Any requests?" May asked calmly, almost as if she had expected to find the two of them in a room together.
"I could really use a change of clothes..." Skye admitted. She hadn't realized, until she was in proximity to Coulson, that she still smelled very much like Ward, from all those times he randomly grabbed her, hugging her, kissing her. Skye shuddered, and May seemed to understand.
"I could too, actually," Coulson admittedly sadly, "A suit isn't very conducive to laying low." May nodded.
"Change of clothes for both of you. Got it." She said. "I'm taking one of the Night-Night guns with me. If I'm not back in two hours, get out of here and head to the next destination."
"I've been on the run before, May." Coulson gently reminded her. "I've just never been homeless beforeā¦"
"I can help with that," Skye piped up, and they smirked at each other. May raised her eyebrow as she looked at them, put her hand on Coulson's arm to get his attention again, and gave him a serious look.
Tell her.
May walked away, and Coulson sighed heavily, running his hand across his face. He was still scruffy, and he was about to call after May to ask for a shaving kit when Skye was the one to put her hand on his arm.
"You should probably leave it," She said quietly, and he looked down at her, realizing she was right. "We're in this together," She reminded him with a small smile, and his smile in return was sad.
"It's my turn to show you something," He said, his voice sounding heavier than she had ever heard before. "Come with me," He rested his hand on her shoulder, leading her to his room. His laptop was sitting open on his table, the large LEVEL TEN ACCESS ONLY bright across the screen.
"What is this?" Skye asked, and he felt her tense. He pulled his hand away from her.
"Before I play this, Skye, I want you to know that I don't remember any of this. This is entirely new to me." He was pleading with her, and she have him a worried look. She reached up and placed her palm against his scruffy cheek.
Someday, when all hell was not breaking out, she would tell him that she liked his five o'clock shadow look.
"I trust you, A.C," She promised him softly, but the anguished look on his face only became worse.
"You may not after you've seen this," He told her, and she frowned at him slightly, pulling her hand away and turning back toward the computer screen.
She knew that it must be pretty bad, whatever it was. She carefully moved her hand over the keys, hesitating a moment before pressing play.
Coulson's face was on the screen, younger, less lines, but with a darker look in his eye than what he had when Skye first met him.
