The Wrong Side of Heaven
Disclaimer:
Y'all know the drill by now...
Rating:
M (for mentions of rape and sexual abuse)
Genre:
Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Pairing:
Coulsye
Lyrics Used:
Florence + the Machine "No Light, No Light"
No Light In Your Bright Blue Eyes
No light, no light, in your bright blue eyes | I never knew daylight could be so violent | A revelation in the light of day | You can't choose what stays and what fades away
72 Hours Later
From the moment he'd arrived in his cell, Phil Coulson had felt...Well, 'different' was really the only word he could come up with for it. As soon as they'd arrived, he'd felt Loki jab something into his back and, almost immediately, he could almost literally feel his entire body chemistry changing. The sensation had lasted for hours. However, Loki had already...had his way with the agent numerous times over. Phil had stopped counting at ten when it just became too utterly sickening to even think about. At first, he'd just done it as himself. But, now, he'd taken to 'roleplaying' as he'd called it. First it was Jemma. Phil remembered that time all too vividly.
Phil had finally managed to fall asleep in his cell for a couple of hours when his eyes snapped open when he heard the door creak open oh-so-slowly. Foolishly, he'd allowed his sleep-deprived brain allow him to hope that his team had found him. That he was finally going home. "Agent Coulson..." The young woman called out, timidly, through her British accent. It sounded so familiar. So much like the bio-chemist he knew.
"Jemma..." Phil called out, softly, voice full of hope, as he rose to a seated position on his cot to reach out to the bio-chemist.
"Oh, thank goodness I've found you..." Jemma replied, seemingly relieved as she all but dragged Phil to his feet, throwing her arms around his neck.
"God..." Phil breathed, shakily, clinging desperately to the young woman in his arms. "You've no idea how great it is to see you..."
However, the senior agent managed to miss the evil smirk playing across the woman's face over his shoulder. "Close your eyes..." She instructed, softly.
Pulling away from the bio-chemist, Phil searched her eyes as he replied "What?!"
"I've brought you a little something..." Jemma replied, in an uncharacteristically cryptic manner. Something was wrong, here, and Phil wouldn't rest until he figured out what. "And, I want it to be a surprise, so, close your eyes..."
"I do-I don't..." Phil stammered, lost, before the woman before him silenced him by pressing her index finger, gently, to his lips. Something in Phil's mind shut down as he submissively followed her orders, his eyes sliding closed, almost of their own accord. The next thing he knew, he was being lowered down, back onto his cot.
"Keep your eyes closed..." The voice that spoke those four words was very obviously not Jemma Simmons. Phil tried to fight Loki off of him only to be over-powered as Loki rolled him over onto his stomach. "I thought this form might loosen you up a little..." He elaborated. "I'd hoped it would made things more enjoyable for you..."
It was all Phil could do to resist the urge to vomit as Loki ripped the clothes from his body, running his tongue along the entire length of his spine, before pausing to nip at his earlobes while he expertly stripped himself, as well. As the god began sucking, roughly, at the agent's neck, Phil soon screamed out in pain as Loki shoved himself inside of him, roughly, with no warning nor time to adjust.
"I see my plan is working..." The psychotic god purred, as he continued thrusting, harshly, in and out of the the agent beneath him. "I shall have to make a note to make you scream for me more often..." As the god continued biting and sucking and thrusting, Phil mentally beat himself down for allowing himself to believe that his team had come for him. How could they? He asked himself. They don't even know where I am? He chided himself as the tears streamed, freely down his cheeks as he shoved his face into his pillow, praying for death to claim him once more. At this point, even death looked rather welcoming compared to the idea of dealing with any more of this torture.
"Hey!" Skye cried out, in shock, as her friend and teammate, Jemma Simmons, suddenly yanked her laptop away from her. "What do you think you're doing?!" She demanded. It had been seventy-two hours since the man she loved had been taken and she was still no closer to finding him. She hadn't slept since she'd begun her search and the effects were obvious. Obvious to everyone except for her. "I need that to find Coulson!"
"Skye, it's been seventy-two hours since Agent Coulson was taken." Jemma replied, pointedly. "And, you've not slept a wink since then." She added, before passing the laptop off to Ward. "Take this down to the lab and connect it to the main screens." She turned to the specialist, explaining her expectations of him as he nodded curtly before taking his leave.
"HEY!" Skye shouted, jumping to her feet to go after her supervising officer, only to find herself restrained by Fitzsimmons.
"I'm sorry, Skye..." Jemma replied, apologetically, as the hacker glared at her, angrily. "I hate forcing my hand-you know I do..." She added, sympathetically. "But, this is one of the few times I have to." Seeing the rebuttal on the tip of the hacker's tongue, she headed her off at the pass. "It's for your own good!" The bio-chemist interjected. "You won't be any good to Agent Coulson if you don't take care of yourself! Even if you do find him...How d'you propose to rescue him in this sleep-deprived state?!" She asked, quirking an eyebrow, as she dared the hacker to answer her question.
Sighing heavily, Skye knew Jemma was right. She did need to sleep if she was ever gonna be of any use in getting her AC back. "I know..." She conceded. "But, you don't understand...It's not like I don't want to sleep. I'd love nothing more than to pass out and escape to another world where I can pretend none of this shit ever happened and that everything's just fine!" She added, defensively. "But, it's not that simple. I've tried to get some sleep. But, every time I close my eyes, all I see is Coulson and all the fucked up shit that son of a bitch is doing to him!"
"Believe me, we've all got the same problem..." Jemma replied, warmly. "We all sympathize...We're all just as worried about Coulson as you are..." Doubtful... Skye thought to herself, petulantly, as the bio-chemist continued on. "That's why I've brought you this..." She replied, passing the hacker a small vial filled with a clear liquid.
"What the hell is this?" Skye asked, curiously, as she took the vial from Jemma.
"It's a modified version of the toxin in the Night-Night pistols." Jemma explained. "Simply put, we diluted the strength of the toxin to where it simply lulls you to sleep. We've also added a new component which will allow you to sleep without dreams or nightmares."
"So, basically, you made a real-life version of the 'dreamless sleep draft' from Harry Potter?" Skye asked, snidely.
"Exactly!" Jemma replied, excitedly, only to have the hacker roll her eyes, disbelievingly. "Oh, come on..." She urged, hoping Skye would listen to reason. "Just try it." She added, before resorting to her own Hail-Mary pass. "For me?" She begged, knowing the hacker could never deny her anything.
"Fine..." Skye replied, reluctantly. Mostly due to the severe lack of sleep and the fact that she could never say 'no' to the bio-chemist when she begged. "Whaddo I got to lose?" She asked, sarcastically.
"That's the spirit!" Jemma replied, far to happily for Skye's taste. "Whenever you're ready to go to sleep, just throw the whole vial back like a shot!" She explained, excited to see how their new concoction fared. "It should kick in rather quickly..." She added. "And, don't worry about Coulson. Agents Fitz, Ward, May and I will be monitoring the data in shifts. There willalways be someone watching it at all times and we'll come and wake you if we find anything." Jemma paused to give her friend a supportive hug before turning to take her leave. "Pleasant dreams." She added, gently, turning off the light.
After the 'Jemma Incident', the next time Phil watched the door to his cell open, it was Agent Fitz walking in. Even after the last time, Phil watched one of his own team members walk in, he was still desperate to believe that this time would be different. This time, his rescue would be real. Sadly...He was wrong, once again.
"Agent Coulson!" The science officer greeted, rushing to his boss's side. "Thank God, you're okay..." He added.
"Leo?" Phil asked, carefully. He desperately wanted to believe that he was going to be rescued. That the engineer was really standing there, before him. "Is it really you?" He asked, shakily, reaching out to the younger man.
"Of course, it is..." Leo replied, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. For just a fraction of a moment, Phil almost breathed a sigh of relief. Almost. What happened next, shattered the near-perfect illusion as 'Leo' swiftly pulled Phil flush against him, crashing their lips together. As his mouth was forcibly pried open, Phil soon recognized the all-too-familiar taste of Loki's tongue in his mouth. With the sudden realization came tears pricking the senior agent's eyes, flowing freely down his face. "What's the matter, Agent Coulson?" The demi-god purred, moving suck almost violently at the agent's jugular. "You didn't like my last costume..." He added, biting the agent's earlobe, roughly. "Is this one not more...satisfactory?"
Phil remained silent as Loki shoved him down on the cot, face-first, as the all-too-familiar sound of clothing tearing struck his ears. Once again, the agent buried his face into the pillow as he silently cried out all of his pain and despair as the demi-god wasted no time before pounding into his entrance. Every thrust burned like acid, but, the worst sensation of all was the way Phil's own body betrayed him as he came every. damn. time. Right on cue. "That's it, Agent Coulson..." Loki purred in his ear. "Cum for me..."
Laying back in her bunk, Skye studied the vial in her hands. On some level, she couldn't escape the feeling that she was letting AC down, by not being there to watch the computer's searches, herself. Intellectually, of course she knew she was being ridiculous. A watched pot never boils...That saying never rang more true, for her, than it did right now. And, she knew Jemma had been right. She really did need to get some sleep. Sighing heavily, the hacker decided to just go for it as she uncorked the vial. Cheers! She thought to herself, sarcastically, as she threw the entire contents of the vial back-just as Jemma had told her to do.
Admittedly, the bio-chemist had been right. Almost immediately, she began to feel increasingly drowsy-struggling with everything she had, just to keep her eyes open long enough to replace the empty vial back on her nightstand. Settling into her bed, Skye was asleep within minutes. At first, everything was just black. Just as Jemma had promised. Sleep without the fear of nightmares plaguing her. Skye nearly danced for joy until her perfect escape had been stolen from her. Suddenly, the blackness disappeared, only to be replaced by an image that shattered her very being.
It was Coulson. He was lying face-down on a meager-looking cot, naked from head-to-toe. However, the hacker had no chance to appreciate his physique as she felt herself trapped-helpless to come to his aid-while the psychotic god who had originally set his sights on her, pounded violently into his backside. Frustrated tears flowed, freely, down her cheeks as she fought against her invisible restraints. However, she soon froze-her movements halting-as she watched Coulson turn his head to look at her. As their eyes met, Skye saw a cold, dark, expression written in his piercing blue eyes. And, when he spoke, his voice was cold and heartless. "This is all your fault, you know..." He taunted, preying on her weak and vulnerable moment. "After all I've done for you...helping you find the truth about your parents...defending you when all others doubted you...this is how you repay me?" The dark sneer in his voice while taunted her shattered her heart from the inside out. "This never would have happened if you could have kept your nose out of places it didn't belong. Snooping around in secrets you had no business knowing...digging up dirt for The Rising Tide...If you had just stayed off of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s radar, I wouldn't be here...with a psychotic Norse god-the very same god who has already killed me once-fucking my brains out...raping me...pounding me into this pathetic excuse of a mattress..."
"No!" Skye cried out, shakily. "No, that's not true!" She argued, weakly, voice thick and watery. "I tried to fight for you! I tried to save you..." She cried, struggling helplessly to save the man that she loved.
"I thought you loved me..." Phil's voice had changed from cold and heartless to weak and vulnerable. "I love you, Skye..." He added, weakly. "And, I thought you loved me, too...That's why I stuck up for you all those times the rest of the team doubted you..." The senior agent's voice cut through the hacker like a knife. Her tears fell like rain as she continued fighting desperately to free herself.
"I do love you!" She cried, desperately. "I do love you, Phil!"
"Then, why?" Phil begged, quietly, as his voice cracked and broke. "Why would you let him do this to me?" He pleaded with her.
"No..." Skye cried, quietly, her voice cracking and breaking. "No...I didn't...I wouldn't..." She whimpered, helplessly, jerking in her sleep as she continued fighting against the imagined restraints. Finally, she woke with a start as Ward gently shook her shoulder. Said specialist jumped backward a step as she jerked herself into a sitting position, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "What happened?" She asked, her eyes frantically scanning her surroundings.
"You were having a nightmare." Ward replied, simply. "Wanna talk about it?"
"Looks like Jemma was wrong about her little potion..." Skye mumbled, more to herself than anyone else. "And, not really." She added, looking up at her supervising officer. "What are you doing here, anyway?" She asked, curiously. "Is there an update on Coulson?"
"Not yet." Ward replied, regretfully, as he carefully sat next to her on the edge of the bed. "I heard you talking in your sleep and came in to check on you." After a slightly awkward silence stretched between them, Ward was the one to break it. "So...you wanna talk?"
Sighing heavily, Skye knew it would do no good to keep it all bottled up, inside. "It was about Coulson..." She began, as she recounted the events of her nightmare.
The third time one of his team members, Phil was not as hopeful as he watched Melinda strut into his cell. "How about this, Phil?" The voice was Melinda. But, Phil knew it was all too good to be true.
"Does it even matter?" He asked, snidely. "Whatever I say won't make a difference. No matter what I tell you, you're just gonna rape me, anyway..." He added. His voice reflected the resignation he felt deep within his soul.
"Oh, don't be that way..." 'Melinda' purred, strutting right up in front of Phil, resting a hand over the scars on his chest. "We both know that pleasure from both parties will increase the odds of conception..." She purred as she ran her tongue along his jawline before nipping his earlobe. "So...Does this costume please you, Agent Coulson?"
Coulson remained silent as his captor threw him on the bed before repeating his ritualistic behavior. At this point, Phil's tears actually surprised him. He didn't think he had any left to cry. But, once again, his face was shoved into a damp pillow as his captor continued having his way with him. The feeling of Loki's member penetrating him over and over, with no lubrication or protection burned like fire. But, it was the only thing Phil could fixate on. Before, he'd tried to focus on Skye, knowing that she was safe because of everything he endured, in this hell. But, now...Now, he'd been through so much he could hardly picture her, anymore. Could barely remember the sound of her voice. Soon, he would have nothing left.
"I feel horrible for her..." Jemma observed, recalling her interactions with their beloved hacker. "She's been through so much already. Before she even knew S.H.I.E.L.D. was part of her life. Before us..." She began, helplessly. "Now, this...Just how much is one person supposed to take?"
"Try again." Ward snapped, entering the lab, before slamming the empty vial on the lab table. Whirling around to face the specialist, Fitzsimmons were both stunned by the anger in his eyes.
"B-beg your pardon?" Fitz asked, carefully, confused by Ward's words.
"Your little serum seems to have one rather serious flaw." Grant snapped, angrily.
"Wh-what d'you mean?" Jemma asked, anxiously, fidgeting under the specialist's intense gaze.
"I was walking by Skye's bunk when I heard her talking in her sleep." Ward spoke, pointedly, recalling the nightmare the hacker had reported to him. "Had one hell of a nightmare." He added, before his voice took on a dark, sarcastic note. "Now...I know I'm no science officer-I am just a lowly operations graduate, after all..." He sneered. "But, I would have sworn you said the serum would spare her from the nightmares." He added, before getting right in Jemma's face. "Not cause her to have a nightmare of Coulson being raped while blaming the whole shitstorm on her..." He barked.
"Bloody hell..." Fitz muttered, opening a second screen to analyze the formula for the Night-Night serum. "One of the calculations must have been off."
Stepping away from the visibly shaken bio-chemist, Ward glared at both of them as he barked "I don't care what went wrong. Fix. This." And, with that, he turned and made a swift exit.
The fourth time one of his operatives entered his cell, Phil didn't even bother acknowledging them. "Oh, come now, Agent Coulson..." Phil fought with everything he had to resist the urge to vomit as he heard the voice of Special Agent Grant Ward approaching him. "I've been trying so hard to please you, after all..." 'Ward' purred, lowering himself down atop the agent.
"Just get this over-with." Phil muttered, defeatedly. He was too tired and broken down to even put up a fight as Loki ripped the clothes from his body. It had been forty-eight hours since he'd been abducted. His resolve was waning. He still wanted to believe that he'd be rescued. But, after being beaten-down so repeatedly. It was hard to keep hope alive when the man that had already murdered you, once, pounded you into a thin, flimsy mattress over and over again.
Once again, right on cue, Phil felt the all-too-familiar burning sensation in the pit of his belly as 'Ward' purred "That's right...Cum for daddy..." right as he came into his rapist's hand. Once the god had finished, he rose from the bed and crossed the cell to the doorway before pausing to turn back to the agent curled into the fetal position on the bed, turned away from him and facing the wall, as he spoke. "Until next time, Phil..." 'Ward' purred, before leaving the cell, leaving Phil alone to cry out all of the pain and anguish he'd held in for far too long.
"Skye?" Jemma called out softly, watching the hacker staring blankly out of the window in her bunk. Anyone with a heart would feel sorry for the young woman. It would be virtually impossible not to sympathize with her. When her greeting went unacknowledged, Jemma carefully edged her way into the room. But, before she could speak again, the hacker finally spoke, never taking her eyes off the window.
"Your serum didn't work." The dead monotone in the hacker's voice chilled the bio-chemist to the very core. "You said it would keep the nightmares away." She deadpanned, still staring blankly out the window. "You lied."
The last two words cut through the bio-chemist like a knife. But, she shook it off the best she could knowing that it was just a manifestation of stress and sleep deprivation. "I'm so sorry..." She apologized, shakily. "I honestly thought it would work..." She added, helplessly, as she carefully lowered herself onto the edge of the bed, next to Skye. "Agent Ward told us you had a nightmare. He didn't go into any details...But, from the level of his anger, I gathered it must have been rather traumatic."
Finally, Skye wrenched her stare away from the window as she snapped her head to the side to look at Jemma. "I saw it." She spoke with the same dead voice from before. "I saw that fucking bastard pounding Coulson into a pathetic excuse of a mattress while Coulson stared straight into my eyes the whole fucking time." She added. Still, her voice held no emotion. The woman sitting on the bed with Jemma was just a shell of the hacker they all knew and loved. "He blamed me for the whole fucking thing." As she unwrapped the arms she'd folded around her knees, Skye moved over to sit mere inches in front of Jemma as she asked "Do you know what that does to a person?"
"Skye...I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am..." Jemma replied, taking the hacker's hands in her own. "But, Leo and I are working around the clock to correct the flaw in the Night-Night serum."
Wrenching her hands free of the bio-chemist's grasp, Skye leapt to her feet. "I don't want your stupid serum!" She snapped. Well, at least her voice had emotion, now. "I just want to find Coulson. I will sleep like a damn baby when I know he's back here. With us. Safe. Then, I will sleep!"
The fifth time one of his operatives entered his cell was the absolute worst of them all. "All right, AC..." Snapping his head up at the sound of his beloved hacker's voice. "I've tried everything else...Agent Simmons...Agent Fitz...Agent May...Special Agent Ward..." 'Skye' began, almost taunting him. "I really, truly, didn't want to destroy your memory of...well, me..." She began, dropping her voice to a husky, bedroom, tone.
"No..." Phil whimpered, weakly. He could live with Loki using the forms of all of his other teammates to rape him. But, not her. Not Skye. He had so precious little of his beloved hacker left. He didn't know what he'd do if that was taken from him as well.
This time was different. Instead of just throwing him onto the bed, 'Skye' sashayed up to him-slowly unbuttoning her shirt as she did so. Once she stood directly in front of him, she slipped the top off of her body, allowing it to drop, seductively, to the floor and leaving her standing before him clad in a lacy white tank top and jeans. "Give in, Phil..." She whispered, seductively, into his ear as she guided his hands up and underneath her shirt. Before he registered what was happening, Phil found himself slowly pulling the shirt up and off of his hacker, leaving her clad in her black, lacy bra. Dropping the tank top to the floor, Phil suddenly realized that 'Skye' was oh-so-slowly slipping his shirt up and off of his body.
With his chest bared to her eyes, Phil suddenly felt absurdly self-conscious about his scars. But, suddenly, they didn't seem to matter as she traced her fingers over them, the tips of her fingers ghosting almost reverently over the scars. The intimate touch set every nerve ending in Phil Coulson's body on fire. In that moment, he'd forgotten all about his capture, the numerous rapes...all of it. And, before he knew it, he and Skye were kissing. The taste of Loki's tongue was gone. All he tasted was 'Skye'. Eyes slipping closed, Phil lost himself in the moment as the clasp of Skye's bra gave way under his fingertips. With her breasts exposed to his view, Phil dipped his head to nip and suckle the nipples.
Phil was so lost in the moment, the feeling of making love to his beloved hacker, that he never heard Loki's whispered "That's it...Just enjoy the moment, Agent Coulson."
Phil's hands moved to undo the leather belt around 'Skye's' waist. Unbuttoning the jeans on her legs, he smiled against her lips as she slipped out of them before reaching her own hands down to the waist of his own pants, swiftly unbuttoning them before he expertly stepped out of them before maneuvering her over to the bed where he lowered himself down atop her. Trailing kisses down her jawline, Phil gently suckled at her neck before nipping at her earlobe. Just as he'd slipped both of them out of their underwear, leaving them both completely naked, and ground their hips together-loving the friction, Phil found their positions suddenly reversed.
Snapping his eyes open, Phil saw something inhumanly feral in 'Skye's' beautiful doe eyes. "Shhh..." She cooed, gently. "Just lie back and relax and enjoy the ride, Agent Coulson." 'Skye' added, almost tauntingly, as Phil clamped his eyes shut, trapping tears of betrayal behind their lids. I should have known...He told himself. He should have known that Loki would use his own hacker against him. "Look at me..." 'Skye' ordered, forcing Phil to open his eyes and stare directly into hers as her nether region changed, vastly, before Phil felt the feeling of himself being penetrated by Loki's member. The burning sensation threatened to tear him apart from the inside out as the tears streamed freely down his face.
"Look at me when you're cumming for me..." 'Skye' hissed as Phil felt his own body betraying him as he came, cum spreading in between his own chest 'Skye's'. "That's right..." She hissed as finally released her own seed deep within the senior S.H.I.E.L.D. agent before sliding off of him and off of the cot. Clamping his eyes shut, Phil turned away from his captor as she dressed and paused at the door way. "I do believe that was the one to go on..." She taunted. "I do believe our fates will be forever sealed with this..." She finished before leaving Phil alone to curl into a tight ball.
The agent howled in anguish as choking sobs wracked his entire body. For only the second time in his life...Someone had managed to break Phil Coulson. After his resurrection, Phil believed nothing else could ever possibly break him, again. But, he should have known he could count on Loki to prove him dead wrong. Phil Coulson could handle a lot of shit. But, being raped by his own beloved hacker was nowhere near that list. And to top it all off, the same feeling he'd had when Loki'd injected him upon his arrival here returned. Once again, Phil felt his entire body chemistry changing. Please...He begged to whatever deity was listening. Please...Just let me die...
"Hey...Skye?..." Leo Fitz greeted, hesitantly. He'd heard about Jemma's run-in with the hacker and wanted to make sure everything was okay between the members of the team. "D'you have a minute?"
"Whaddo you want, Fitz?" Skye asked, turning away from the window. The same dead tone Jemma'd told him about was back and now it was reflected in her doe eyes. Eyes that had once held so much warmth and hope were completely lifeless. The hacker they all knew and loved was slowly disappearing.
"Jemma told me about what happened between you two..." Leo began, anxiously, as he carefully stepped inside the lion's den. "I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. I mean with everything that's happened...We can't afford to have the rest of the team fall apart..."
Sighing defeatedly, Skye knew Fitz was right. They needed to all be on the same page if they were ever gonna get AC back. "I know...And, I'm sorry..." She admittedly, apologetically. "I just...I'm so tired...and worn down...terrified for Coulson and whatever shit he's going through..." Sighing, she still couldn't shake her nightmare. "And, my nightmare sure as hell didn't help any of that." Mulling it all over in her mind, Skye added "I shouldn't have taken it all out on Jemma. You guys were just trying to help."
Leo was still haunted by the dead tone in Skye's voice. He just hoped they could find Coulson and fast before Skye lost any more of herself in this search. "It's all right..." He replied, forgivingly, as he enveloped the hacker in a hug as she silently cried out all of the stress and frustration and desperation of the last seventy-two hours into his shoulder. Rubbing her back, soothingly, he added "We're all worried." He cooed, gently. "But, we're going to find him." He swore, firmly. "If it's the last thing we ever do, we will find Coulson and bring him home..."
"Sorry to interrupt." Melinda May greeted, uncharacteristically quietly from the doorway. "Simmons got a lock on where Loki's keeping Coulson." She added, getting straight to the point. She never was good with emotionally charged situations. All she wanted to do was get to Coulson, kick some ass, and get back home.
Sniffling as she composed herself, Skye wiped her eyes before speaking. "Well, what're we waiting for?" She asked, desperately trying to add a little levity. Her friends and teammates were doing everything they could to get her back. She could try, too.
"Let's do it." Fitz replied, a renewed sense of commitment in his demeanor. On a more personal note, he was glad to see Skye at least trying to get back to herself. He knew getting Coulson back would go a hell of a long way toward that end. Shifting his gaze back and forth between the hacker and the pilot, he watched as they all nodded their agreements before they all made their way down to the lab.
Author's Note:
There it is. I hope y'all liked this chapter. I was gonna try to get to bed, early, tonight-since I gotta work early, tomorrow. But, I just got into a zone writing this and couldn't stop. But, it's late. So, you'll have to wait for resolution. So sorry! And, did I lie when I said I had some fucked up shit in store for Coulson?! I don't know what possessed me to make Loki take on Skye's form to rape him. It just seemed like the perfect way for Loki to finally break Phil. Anyway...I'm goin' to bed, y'all! Hope y'all liked this chapter! Don't forget to drop me a review! I love reviews! They make me smile!
~Skye Coulson
Hey, guys. Skye here. Can I just say...Thank GOD we finally found Coulson! I was going out of my mind worrying about him! But, now, I gotta worry about what Coulson we're gonna bring back...Man, this writer's pure evil making 'me' rape Coulson like that! Anyway, stay tuned. I saw some previews on the author's computer...Things are about to change for our little extended family...
~Skye
