A/N: Okay. I can't resist. I'll definitely continue writing this story. And thank you so much for all your reviews! I just want to say this one has a minor reference/spoilers to S1E10. So, don't worry. There's no much of it either. And there's not much of Skoulson either because he'd been "away". *sobs*

Overall, thank you so much for following up with this story!

Disclaimer: All the money in the world could never buy me the characters, AOS or even MARVEL. *sobs*

The plane was quiet that night.

Only the tiny chatters from the living room could be heard – Simmons and Fitz both were trying to talk down Ace, taking his mind off his dad. Ward had been nursing himself by the bar, drowning himself with the bottle of scotch. May joined him later on, after making her calls and statements to the HQ, finishing the paper works.

When FitzSimmons finally tired out the boy, Fitz carried him and let him sleep in his bunk.

"The kid's asleep?" Ward slurred.

"Slow down on your scotch, Grant. The boy's fine." Simmons massaged her temples.

"Where's Skye?" Fitz asked, after straightening his shirt.

"I think I saw her going down to the cargo earlier on," May poured herself another shot.

"You too, Agent May. Slow down on your drink," Simmons said as she walked towards the cargo, May and Ward following suit after.

In the cargo, they stood by the deck, all of them looking down at Skye, punching the bag with her earpiece on. She definitely wanted to be alone.

"D'you think she's going to be all right?" Fitz turned to ask Simmons.

"I don't know, Fitz. It does hurt," Simmons replied.

"What hurts?"

"When you have someone cared about in a dangerous situation without help and that you cannot do anything about it. Sounds familiar?"

"But at least we had that planned out before. We knew what to do," May getting back to her senses despite her head feeling heavy.

Ward finished the shot he had in his hand, "She's going to hurt herself if she keeps punching that hard for the night."

"At least she didn't drink herself drunk. That could at least prepare her for combat." May replied, secretly feeling slightly ashamed that she depended on alcohol to run away from situations alike.

"I heard her sobbing last night. Does it have to do with Coulson?" Simmons recalled. All three of them shrugged. They went silent for moment before Simmons started walking away.

"I think we should let her be, Jemma." Fitz held on to her wrist, restraining her.

"It's okay, Fitz. I'm not going up to her. Do you still back-up your phone to the computer though?"

Fitz nodded before tilting his head in wonder until he realized what she was about to do, "Oh."

"Yeah. May I?" Fitz let her go.

"Whatever you do, just make sure she doesn't strain herself." May turned on her heels, walking her way back to the cabin. Ward caught up behind her, stumbling his way back to his bunk. Fitz watched Skye still punching the bag, Simmons walking down the stairs.

With one strong and hard thrust, Skye punched the bag again; the sound of impact was so loud it made Fitz flinched.

[The night before.]

Skye heard a knocking on the car window. She winds it down, knowing that Coulson was over on the other side, "Want to accompany me for my 'me' time, I suppose?"

Actually, Coulson had no idea why he was there in the first place.

Coulson propped his elbow by the car window, bending over, smiling and asking her back, "Do you want any?"

"It'd be good to have one," Skye replied, grinning shyly and turning back to the tablet on her lap, continuing to watch her video clip on YouTube.

Outside, by the lab, Fitz already had his phone out to take the picture of a smiling Coulson peeping into the car through the window.

Coulson opened the car and slid in, peeping over her shoulder, not bothering to close the car door, "What are you watching?"

"Jeff Dunham."

"The ventriloquist?" Coulson looked at her questioningly.

"Yeah. Why do you have to look at me like that?" Skye turned to face him.

"Is that what you do during your 'you' time?"

"Are you judging me right now?"

"I thought you watch all those revolutionary kind of videos."

"Are you going to watch this with me then?" Skye asked hopefully.

"Nope," Coulson puts his stoic face back on, "I still have a lot of paperwork to do."

"Please?" Skye tried to look pleading.

"Okay, fine." Coulson moved up closer to her, placing his arm over her shoulder, bringing her close to him, letting her prop her head on to his shoulder. As she watched, she laughed. But Coulson only managed to smile because he could not pay attention to the screen. He watched her laughed, it made him smile. And throughout the remaining seven minutes of the video, Coulson watched her and held her a little bit tighter by the seconds.

"Come on, AC!" Skye punched him playfully on his other shoulder, "You have to admit, that was funny."

"That was okay," He still had his stoic face on.

"Pssh. It's so hard to make you laugh."

"I think I should do my work now," Coulson released his hold of her.

"Do you have to?" Skye tried her pleading look again.

"If you need me, if you can't sleep or you wanted company or whatever, just put a show on the TV and I'll be right down, okay?"

Coulson cupped her face, before leaning over and planted a kiss on her forehead, causing a pause, both of them just staring at each other. Coulson smiled, "Goodnight, Skye."

Skye could not help herself but to smile back, "Goodnight to you too, AC."

Simmons knocked on Skye's door, hoping she was still awake. In which it was true when she heard a muffled, "Come in, Jemma."

Simmons slid the door open, stepping in slowly, "How'd you know it was me?"

"Is there anyone else out there who'd care for me?" Skye was wrapped up in her sheets, her back facing Simmons.

"Oh, Skye," Simmons gently sat on her bedside, "Don't say that. We're all here for each other."

"But we couldn't be there for Coulson."

"He'll be alright."

Skye quickly turned around and sat up to face Simmons, "What do you mean he'll be alright? He went out there on his own! No back-ups, no nothing!"

Simmons jerked back a little, shock at the sudden outburst.

"I'm sorry," Skye pulled the hoodie she was wearing tighter, "I'm sorry. I was just pissed at him. I'm sorry, Jemma."

Simmons observed the black hoodie she was wearing, "Were you mad at him because of yesterday?"

"You knew what happened yesterday?"

Simmons shook her head, "But I heard you crying yesterday. Was it because of Agent Coulson?"

"I don't know," Skye pulled her legs to her chest, burying her face in between it, "He doesn't want to tell me the truth."

"What truth?" Skye kept quiet. She was angry, she was disappointed. But she dare not let Simmons have a bad impression May or Coulson. Simmons got up, thinking that it's better to give Skye her time to get her mind straight, "It's all right. If you want to talk, I'll be glad to offer you a listening ear, okay?"

Skye got off her bed, stood up and hugged her, "Thank you, Jemma."

When Skye let her go, Simmons pulled out something from her jacket, "We'll get him back."

Skye took it from her and Simmons went out of her bunk, closing the door behind her. Tears started falling as she sat down and looked at the pictures Simmons had given to her – pictures on their Five-0 night, when they were asleep on the couch, when Coulson was sleeping on the floor holding on to her hand and the most recent one – a smiling Coulson peeping through the car window and she smiling back at him. She lay on her side, clutching on tight to the photos.

"Goodnight to you too, AC." She cried herself to sleep as she thought of Coulson, smelling him from the hoodie she was wearing.

In the helicopter, Coulson had his poker face on despite his heart beating so rapidly. He observed the people in the helicopter with him, having only two thoughts - Skye had been so upset the day before and what does all these people want from him?

It's a magical place, that is all what he could say about his recovery, being in a shack in Tahiti, partnered by a therapist whose command of English was irrelevant and stuck with novels. Out for eight seconds, he was told. Was he really? That is all of the truth that he knew of but he knows it was not right. The truth is that he does not know what happened to him at all. He could not even access his own file, for goodness sake. What is he going to tell these people? What are they going to do to him when they could not get anything out of him?

But he let the thought go instantly. For another one, another constant one popped up into his head - Skye.

Skye is his only other constant distraction. In a good way, that is. She is always full of life, hitting him back with at times witty comments, her sarcasm and her intelligence. But he wanted to know why was she upset the night before. Why did she tear all those papers he'd given to her? Did he hurt her in any way? He had wanted to knock on her door that night, to gather her in his arms so that she could tell him what had gone wrong for her. He wanted to be there for her. But no. He was too cowardly. He walked away and let her sobbed on her own. But now, he regretted it.

He doesn't know what is going to happen to him but if he were to never wake up again, this time round, his passing is one he would regret for not being brave enough - brave enough to comfort her.

He felt the drug draining him again and he muttered to himself the only words he had wanted to say to the person he wanted to say it to, "Goodnight, Skye."

AN/: Yeayyy! I wrote another chapter! There it goes. I am going for a month's vacation, guys. So, I don't think I'd be able to update this until I come back because I'd be somewhere remote on a mission. But I will put up a new story before I go. Yeah, yeah. I know. This doesn't have much Skoulson but I want to try and follow the story plot a little to fill in scenarios of their nights together.

Please do review because I appreciate them a lot! ^^ Merry Christmas and a happy new year, guys!