A/N Just want to say thanks for the support, the follows, the favourites, everything. It all means so much to me.

SKYE'S POV

I quicky opened my eyes as I came round. I glanced next to me and laid eyes on Phil's peaceful, sleeping, NAKED form. I ran my hand through my hair. Shit. I actually slept with Phil. I bolted up and tried to grab my scattered clothes, disturbing him in the process. He grumbled as he woke up.

"Skye, Skye, stop." he pleaded. I ignored him and carried on, grabbing more clothes and attempting to dress myself. I put my hand on the bed to steady myself. Big mistake. Phil grabbed it and pulled me back next to him, making sure I couldn't escape. He chuckled.

"What?" I asked impatiently.

"You. Why are girls so confusing?" he asked.

"I don't know. You seem awfully calm" I replied.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked.

"We slept together. What about May and the team and everyone knowing?" I asked frantically. He looked me dead in the eye and calmly stated,

"Frankly, I don't give a fuck. I care about Me. And. You. Now look, you can care about what the team think or think about the fact that me and you have finally got it together, because I really love you Skye. You mean everything to me." I let out a deep breath. This man was too good for me.

"Oh Phil. You're right. It is the only thing that matter to me as well. I love you too. So much more than you will ever know" I replied, grinning.

"Really? Because that's all I want to hear right now-" he started, but I cut him off.

"Phil" I said slowly.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Shut up, and kiss me" I muttered, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in close. When we broke away, we just smiled at each other.

"No regrets" we both said in unison, and proceeded to get dressed. After all, we were "supposed" to be on a mission. We joined up with the team sometime later. I watched as Hill whispered something in Phil's ear that resulted in a very deep frown and caused him to storm away to his office. I decided to do some digging of my own. I hacked into the S.H.I.E.L.D database and looked for files, firstly on my parents and then on the current mission. After a while of searching, I found nothing on my parents, but I found something on the mission. My eyes widened in shock as I realised they had sent Grant and Leo in with no extraction plan. I heard a chuckle from the door. I glanced up and saw that it was Phil.

"Did you know about this?" I asked. He looked at me puzzled.

"About what?" he asked back.

"Fitz and Ward. No extraction plan, support, nothing" I cried in frustration.

"Trust the system" he replied. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Trust the fucking system. That's it. Two members of our team, and all you say is that. I thought you cared Phil" I spat.

"I do" he protested.

"Obviously not" I retorted. He slowly nodded, and took that as his cue to leave. I watched him leave and felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. I left it for a bit and then decided to follow him. I stopped short as I heard voices in his office.

"No extraction plan? Victoria, what the hell did you think you were doing?" I heard Phil shout.

"Barton, Romanoff, they never..." she started to reply, but Phil cut her off.

"They fucking know that going in!" he roared, and I suddenly felt even more guilty for doubting him. I knew he would do something. That's the AC I know. I moved away from the door, and decided to pop down to the lab to see Jemma. She was doing some science-y stuff when I walked in. I perched on a bench and observed.

"Oh, hello Skye" she muttered.

"Hey Jem" I replied. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just looking after some of Leo's experiments" she replied, her voice wavering. Ijumped off the bench and moved towards her.

"Jemma, what's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm just so worried Skye. I mean, what if he doesn't come back? What if, I don't know he's really injured? What if the extraction team can't get to them?" she asked frantically, running her hands through her hair. I pulled her in for a tight hug.

"Jemma, we'll get him back. Ward as well" I whispered.

"Yes we will" I heard a voice say. I looked up to the balcony to see AC and May stood there.

"Where are we going sir?" Jemma asked.

"To get our boys" he stated.

"Wheels up in five" May added. I saw Phil subtly jerk his head towards me to join him in his office, a gesture which didn't go unnoticed by May. Since, when did anything? I ascended the steps, and knocked on the door. "Enter" his soft voice called. I pushed the door open, and saw him perched on his desk.

"What can I do for you?" I asked.

"Come here" he said taking my hands , and pulling me against him. I leaned into him as he put his hands around my waist. "I'm sorry" he murmured.

"For what?" I asked, puzzled.

"For before. About Fitz and Ward" he said, brushing a lock of hair away from my eyes, stroking my face.

"Phil, it's ok. I'm sorry for doubting you. I was just so mad, and then I heard you shouting at Agent Hand, I realised I was wrong" I trailed off.

"You heard that huh?" he asked. I nodded.

"I have to say, you are rather sexy when you're angry" I whispered, kissing him. He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really, is that the only time?" he grinned kissing me back. I loved it when we were like this. Slow, sweet kisses full of nothing but meaning and love. However, there was a knock, interrupting our perfect moment. We broke apart as May popped her head round.

"We're nearly there" she stated, her face as unreadable as ever. We nodded, and followed her to the hanger. Sometime later, I relieved to see them back in one piece, hugged a rather worn out Leo and Grant.

"It's so good to have you both back" I said.

"It's good to be back" they both sighed. I watched as Ward made his way to May and Fitz to Jemma. I also watched AC and Hill and Hand. He shook both their hands, but pulled hand aside. He didn't look happy, and I could tell she wasn't as she left the plane. Phil looked around at our worn out team.

"Movie, anyone?"

We all gathered on the sofa. Everyone had picked a film. Ward had chosen Rush Hour 2, May had chosen Aladdin, which surprised everyone, Fitz chose Sherlock Holmes, Jemma had chosen Notting Hill, I had chosen Mean Girls, and Phil, of course, had chosen Skyfall. By the time Skyfall was on, everyone bar me and Phil had fallen asleep. It was nice, because it meant I could snuggle up to him. He had ditched the suit jacket and tie, and had untucked his shirt. He put his arm around me, pulling me in so much closer. I placed my hand on his chest, as we too, succumbed to the call of sleep.