The fight and flight feelings.
Rosalind sat in the cell staring at the walls around her and a psychosomatic itching sensation on her skin, she felt like she was literally climbing the walls but she hadn't even left the room. She was not use to this, certainly not use to being in a cell. She was usually the one calling the shots but now she had bigger problems to deal with and that including trying to survive to live past meeting Melinda May. She had never had such a murderous and hated look directed at her but she could clearly understand why and that is why she chose wisely not resist, that and she didn't want to give May the excuse she needed to vent all that pain and anger. She valued her life and knew if she had said a word May would have shortened it dramatically.
She knew she had made a grave error in what she had done and now a major price had been paid and she would be lucky if May let her see the light of day again. She should have been honest that she was making an alternative batch. She wanted to try and give those that didn't want it a chance but she had made a serious mistake that cost someone dear to shield his life.
Her head was down and she was inspecting the floor and silence filled the room, creating a voice where only the waves of silence vibrated, the tiny molecules of her breathing creating a lonely existence.
Back upstairs, May had finally become too exhausted to cry anymore and fell asleep in Jemma's arms. It was then that Phil had come forward and scooped her up in his arms, feeling just how light she had become in the past few months. She had been training and going through her routine as normal but eating had not been up there on her list of priorities. She had been neglecting to give her body the nutrients it needed and now he was beginning to realise how blind he had been. She barely weighed anything and at one time she was a solid lean machine but doubt the punch would be as ferocious to him right now. He carried her though the building being careful to avoid cameras and people. He knew that May would not want to be seen by anyone, especially in her vulnerable state, so he made sure all the lights were out before he made it to her room and laid her gently upon the bed. Even now she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, she lit up even his darkest days and made his soul whole again.
Coulson watched as she gently came to rest and went to check on Jemma in the lab. She was still sat in the same position as before, shocked and awed at what she had seen. She had never witnessed this and was unsure how to react. He went and made her a cup of tea and helped her get off the floor and onto the stool.
"You okay?"
She looked at him and he could see the tiredness and drained look upon her face and he put his arm around her shoulder, comforting her like a father would. She drained the tea after a few minutes and looked at him,
"What do you need? Where is May?"
"She is laid down on her bed, sleeping for now but she will wake up. She has cuts and bruises that need tending to, what would you suggest?"
"You'll need something to clean the wounds, patch or stitch her up and something to help her sleep."
"She is asleep now Jemma" Coulson looked confused as to why he would give her something when she was already asleep.
"I am betting anything that she will wake and have nightmares. She will not be able to sleep later and insomnia ontop of fatigue would not be a good look to Agent May."
She gathered up all the items that he would need and put them in a basket for him to carry. He stood before her and gathered her in his arms. She sighed and cried, heart wrenching sobs as all the anxiety and tiredness flowed from her body like a river leaving the shore. Jemma was an empathic soul and picked up on all the emotions especially of those that she was close to. He held for a while until she was spent and tired. He walked with her, arm round her shoulders and the basket in the other hand. They got to her room and he led her in and stood before the bed.
"I think that you should follow Agent May and get some sleep."
"But there is lots to do and i need to look at those samples." Jemma was just about to protest further when Coulson cut in.
"The samples will be going nowhere, Rosalind is downstairs and we have moved Andrews body… nothing is there that cannot wait till morning. Now go and get some rest and we will deal with it in the morning with fresh eyes okay?"
Jemma knew from the look on his face that there was no point in protesting. She just looked him in the eye and gave him a meek smile. Coulson patted her on the back headed out. Jemma dropped back on the bed and was asleep in seconds, the fatigue washing over her and wiping her out.
Phil Coulson walked gently towards May's room, careful not to scare her to frighten her but when he walked into the room he saw she was still sound asleep. She had curled into a ball with the blankets wrapped around her. He didn't have the heart to wake her so he laid at the side of her, creating the protective embrace from someone who loves her indefinitely. He could smell the scent of her hair waft up his nose and he knew there and then she was the love of his life. When this was over he was going to tell but right now she needed a friend and a confidant not someone hitting on her. He listened to the sound of her breathing and slowly drifted into the land of nod as well.
Hours later May started to stir and was startled when something heavy was on her waist. She looked down and saw a large hand protectively laid across her stomach. She looked around and saw Phil was sound asleep behind her. She didn't want to wake him but the second that she moved the hand curled tighter and she looked back and saw his eyes were opening, piercing her with a look of love that made her heart skip a beat.
"Hey"
"Hey yourself Melinda. How you feeling?"
"Sore and tired, like I could sleep for a month."
They looked at each other no verbal communication needed, years of pent up love and frustration dancing across the air calling to the heart as it had done a thousand times before. She started to tear up but he gently lifted his hand wiping away the tears and looked into her eyes. He cupped her face and quoted a saying that was his favourite.
"When you saw only one set of footprints it is then that I carried you. Let me carry you again and bare the burden together Melinda."
She looked at him with adoration and watched as he got the saline solution from the basket and started to tend to her wounds gently and with all the love and attention that she deserved.
She knew that they would soon have to talk but for now she let him nurse her better and revelled in the quiet that rarely existed.
All she wondered was, "How the hell are we getting out of this mess…."The fight and flight feelings.
Rosalind sat in the cell staring at the walls around her and a psychosomatic itching sensation on her skin, she felt like she was literally climbing the walls but she hadn't even left the room. She was not use to this, certainly not use to being in a cell. She was usually the one calling the shots but now she had bigger problems to deal with and that including trying to survive to live past meeting Melinda May. She had never had such a murderous and hated look directed at her but she could clearly understand why and that is why she chose wisely not resist, that and she didn't want to give May the excuse she needed to vent all that pain and anger. She valued her life and knew if she had said a word May would have shortened it dramatically.
She knew she had made a grave error in what she had done and now a major price had been paid and she would be lucky if May let her see the light of day again. She should have been honest that she was making an alternative batch. She wanted to try and give those that didn't want it a chance but she had made a serious mistake that cost someone dear in the shield agency, his life.
Her head was down and she was inspecting the floor and silence filled the room, creating a voice where only the waves of silence vibrated, the tiny molecules of her breathing creating a lonely existence.
Back upstairs, May had finally become too exhausted to cry anymore and fell asleep in Jemma's arms. It was then that Phil had come forward and scooped her up in his arms, feeling just how light she had become in the past few months. She had been training and going through her routine as normal but eating had not been up there on her list of priorities. She had been neglecting to give her body the nutrients it needed and now he was beginning to realise how blind he had been. She barely weighed anything and at one time she was a solid lean machine but doubt the punch would be as ferocious to him right now. He carried her though the building being careful to avoid cameras and people. He knew that May would not want to be seen by anyone, especially in her vulnerable state, so he made sure all the lights were out before he made it to her room and laid her gently upon the bed. Even now she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, she lit up even his darkest days and made his soul whole again.
Coulson watched as she gently came to rest and went to check on Jemma in the lab. She was still sat in the same position as before, shocked and awed at what she had seen. She had never witnessed this and was unsure how to react. He went and made her a cup of tea and helped her get off the floor and onto the stool.
"You okay?"
She looked at him and he could see the tiredness and drained look upon her face and he put his arm around her shoulder, comforting her like a father would. She drained the tea after a few minutes and looked at him,
"What do you need? Where is May?"
"She is laid down on her bed, sleeping for now but she will wake up. She has cuts and bruises that need tending to, what would you suggest?"
"You'll need something to clean the wounds, patch or stitch her up and something to help her sleep."
"She is asleep now Jemma" Coulson looked confused as to why he would give her something when she was already asleep.
"I am betting anything that she will wake and have nightmares. She will not be able to sleep later and insomnia ontop of fatigue would not be a good look to Agent May."
She gathered up all the items that he would need and put them in a basket for him to carry. He stood before her and gathered her in his arms. She sighed and cried, heart wrenching sobs as all the anxiety and tiredness flowed from her body like a river leaving the shore. Jemma was an empathic soul and picked up on all the emotions especially of those that she was close to. He held for a while until she was spent and tired. He walked with her, arm round her shoulders and the basket in the other hand. They got to her room and he led her in and stood before the bed.
"I think that you should follow Agent May and get some sleep."
"But there is lots to do and i need to look at those samples." Jemma was just about to protest further when Coulson cut in.
"The samples will be going nowhere, Rosalind is downstairs and we have moved Andrews body… nothing is there that cannot wait till morning. Now go and get some rest and we will deal with it in the morning with fresh eyes okay?"
Jemma knew from the look on his face that there was no point in protesting. She just looked him in the eye and gave him a meek smile. Coulson patted her on the back headed out. Jemma dropped back on the bed and was asleep in seconds, the fatigue washing over her and wiping her out.
Phil Coulson walked gently towards May's room, careful not to scare her to frighten her but when he walked into the room he saw she was still sound asleep. She had curled into a ball with the blankets wrapped around her. He didn't have the heart to wake her so he laid at the side of her, creating the protective embrace from someone who loves her indefinitely. He could smell the scent of her hair waft up his nose and he knew there and then she was the love of his life. When this was over he was going to tell but right now she needed a friend and a confidant not someone hitting on her. He listened to the sound of her breathing and slowly drifted into the land of nod as well.
Hours later May started to stir and was startled when something heavy was on her waist. She looked down and saw a large hand protectively laid across her stomach. She looked around and saw Phil was sound asleep behind her. She didn't want to wake him but the second that she moved the hand curled tighter and she looked back and saw his eyes were opening, piercing her with a look of love that made her heart skip a beat.
"Hey"
"Hey yourself Melinda. How you feeling?"
"Sore and tired, like I could sleep for a month."
They looked at each other no verbal communication needed, years of pent up love and frustration dancing across the air calling to the heart as it had done a thousand times before. She started to tear up but he gently lifted his hand wiping away the tears and looked into her eyes. He cupped her face and quoted a saying that was his favourite.
"When you saw only one set of footprints it is then that I carried you. Let me carry you again and bare the burden together Melinda."
She looked at him with adoration and watched as he got the saline solution from the basket and started to tend to her wounds gently and with all the love and attention that she deserved.
She knew that they would soon have to talk but for now she let him nurse her better and revelled in the quiet that rarely existed.
All she wondered was, "How the hell are we getting out of this mess…."