A/N: Back finally! Sorry for the late update! I've been on trips but here we go with another one! Once again, thanks for your reviews! And thank you so much for still reading this up! I hope this is alright!

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That evening was cool, a little windy. David and Suzanne walked up as Coulson and John pulled up the driveway to park his car. David scolded his father, "Oh, come on! That's not fair! I thought you said you weren't going to ask for a ride!"

"I didn't ask for it! Phillip invited me!" John got out of the red Corvette, handing out a flower crown to his daughter, at the same time chasing after his son, trying to convince him, "I know I should have called you earlier! I'm sorry!"

Coulson let out a small laugh as he watched the father and son who were then bickering in front of their cabin door.

"I see you know how to make flower crowns too." Suzanne distracted Coulson out of watching the interaction.

"Yeah," He looked down at his right hand holding on to a flower crown, "Your dad taught me how to."

"Are you going to give it to her?" Coulson knew the young lady was hinting about Skye as she turned her head to indicate the direction of where the brunette agent-in training was.

Skye had put on Andrew's leather jacket as insisted by the gentleman so as to keep her warm as they sat the rocks side by side, watching the sun set. Coulson clenched his jaw as he watched her rest her head on Andrew's shoulder.

What is this? Jealousy?

But in the distance, Andrew felt uncomfortable to let Skye seek that much comfort in him, afraid that he himself to be overprotective of her like he was with Kelsi, "I'm just going to go off for a while and get us dinner, alright?" Andrew patted Skye's lap.

"Hmm. Okay." She replied and sat up straight, pulling her knees in towards her chest and wrapped her arms around it, resting her chin on her arms, "I want to stay here."

"Okay. I'll get one of the Roberts to help me look after you."

"I don't need-,"

"Skye," Andrew replied firmly.

"You guys are treating me like a baby."

"We have to."

"I don't need to be looked after all the time."

"Skye," Andrew stroked her hair, "I'd want you to do whatever you want to do too. But I was assigned by Fury to keep an eye on you and I take orders seriously. Okay?"

When Andrew did not get a respond, he got up and brushed his shorts, "I'll be back, okay?"

"Okay."

Before he went off, Andrew bent down to kiss her hair as a sign of reassurance that he will come back for her. Only then, when he turned and saw Coulson by Lola with Suzanne who had turned away, he stopped in his tracks thinking, "Uh oh."

But he managed to put on a stoic face as he took a step closer. And it became clearer to him with every inch he forwards, the slightly dissatisfied face, the all very distinct jaw clenching Coulson always does and the right hand gripping tightly on to the flower crown which was turning his knuckles white. But not only was there the tight grip on the flower crown, his left palm was balled into a fist too, veins starting to show up his hands.

Andrew put a hand up as he stood in front of his mentor, "Coulson, it's not what it looks like."

But from dissatisfied, Andrew saw a bit of submission in Coulson's face too, "It's alright, Ryan. You are a better person for her, anyway."

"Coulson I have no intention to-,"

"But I really don't think I-,"

"Coulson, listen. I was just making sure she doesn't -,"

"And that's why I think she deserves you better than-," But Coulson never managed to finish the sentence as he felt his head jerked back, a surge of pain going through his head, feeling his blood trickle down his nose. Before he could even regain his stability, he felt two hands grab somewhere near the collar of his t-shirt and pushed him against the wall of their cabin.

"Listen to me, you son of a bitch," Andrew hissed as he pinned Coulson harder, "I swear to god you have been so goddamn annoying."

"Are you two alright?" They heard John's voice who had rushed out of their cabin.

"Walk away," Andrew ordered through his gritted teeth. John could barely hear him but he knew exactly what the agent was saying, turning around to push his family back into their cabin, closing the door behind them.

"Ryan," Coulson managed through short breaths, suffocating, "stand down."

"No, goddammit. You listen to me!" Andrew hit Coulson's back against the wall again. Coulson could feel himself being lifted up, having barely to be able to feel the ground beneath his feet as it dangled and struggled, "You told me once before that the people who gave up, they forget that they'll end up leaving behind shreds of the hearts they broke. You are doing exactly what those people did. You are leaving tiny bits of that girl's heart that has started to break slowly and you want to give up on her?"

"Andrew, I-,"

"Shut up! I'm not done!" Andrew hissed again, his grip got tighter, "I am trying to fix it for her. I'm cleaning up the mess you have made. I care for her! And I don't want her to be especially by you because you goddamned promised to always take care of her!"

"I don't think I can keep that promise. That's why she'd be better off with you."

Out of a sudden, there was another blow across his face, "YOU DON'T GIVE HER UP! YOU HEAR ME?" Andrew hissed loudly, "I know you're stuck with your past life, your past memories. But if you truly like her, you stick by her and reconsider your feelings, goddammit! But you don't ever, ever give up on her. Even if you ever do give her up, if you are certain about your feelings, that she's not the one, fine. But I swear to god, if you're just going to walk away and not explain to her why so, I am going to snap your neck, you hear me?"

"Andy... I just don't want to give her the hope that-,"

"Son of a bitch, I don't care! You explain yourself clearly to her! You don't leave her hanging on a goddamn thread! I made the mistake of not being able to stick by Kelsi all those years ago and I don't want to make the same mistake again and leave another person broken-hearted. So, if you can't help yourself, at least help me by giving her the explanations she deserved!"

Coulson coughed as he tried to catch a breath when Andrew finally let go of him. Still holding on to the flower crown, Coulson reached out for the handkerchief Andrew offered, "I hope I don't have to punch your face again and end up breaking it next time, you get me?"

Coulson could only nod his lightly as he dabbed away the blood trickling down his nose.

"I'm sorry about that by the way." Andrew stood rooted as he folded his arms.

In the distance, Skye was oblivious to all these, drowned in the calmness of the hypnotizing sounds of the waves crashing.

Coulson walked forward, stopping halfway to make sure the bleeding had stopped. His head was still aching from the blow, making it harder to focus on walking without having the tendency to topple over. But he managed to keep his balance although the world was spinning around him.

He gazed at the flower crown, "What the hell are you going to really do?"

Give her, apologise and walk away? Give her an explanation? Tell her why he thinks he was not the one for her when she was all that he had longed for these days? The one that he needs beside him almost all the damned time?

How was he going to say it?

When he was sure the bleeding had stopped, he continued walking towards her, dragging his feet under him. Coulson sneaked up beside her and held out his hand, "This is for you."

Coulson sat beside her, holding out a flower crown, "I was, uh, out for a drive with Mr Roberts and we kind of had a trail walk and he taught me how to make flower crowns. I thought I'd make one for you."

But she still did not acknowledge his attempt to start a conversation. Coulson sighed, "Look, I'm sorry." Still, she remained silent. "Okay. Fine." Coulson set the flower crown down beside him. "I admit. I had been wrong. I just didn't think I am the person you would want or even need in your life."

"Why would you ever think that?" Skye finally replied in a soft voice.

"I- I just-," Coulson sighed again.

"You really have to stop that." Skye turned to look at his tired face, "Sighing. You sigh a lot. Made a habit out of it." Coulson held out the flower crown,

"Would you like to try this on?"

A small smile formed at the corner of her lips, amused at his persistence, "Fine. You put it on for me."

He did so, relieved that she had finally looked at him after a whole day of ignorance. But his heart was heavy, fearing that what he was going to discuss with her about might just ruin it. "You said to me once, that all you wanted me to be is happy." Coulson started, "And I wanted you to be the same. But I'm sorry if what I am going to say will hurt you more than I had yesterday." Coulson took a deep breath, "I just don't think we can go any further than this."

But Skye just kept quiet. Her sight never left off his face and she kept a straight face on, as if he had not said anything.

"Okay, I'm assuming that you're wanting an explanation." Coulson waited for a reply, "Fine. I like you." Skye leaned forward, still waiting for a continuation. "But I don't exactly know how I like you."

She sighed and leaned back, taking off the crown and play with it in her hands, "Truth is, I don't know how I like you either."

"I just don't want people to see us wrongly either," Coulson continued, "But I- I just- I just keep liking you more and more I just can't stop. And I don't know if it's right to."

Skye turned to Coulson and placed the flower crown on his head, "Then, maybe we should give it a try. We give it a go. If we fall out, then it's okay. Because we finally understood what we actually felt. We're still foggy right now, we don't know what we should be feeling." She held his hand and gave it a light squeeze and in a gentle tone almost pleading, "Honestly, I don't really care about what all those people have to say about us."

Coulson refrained from sighing and slowly pulled his hand out of her tightening grip, "But why would you want someone like me?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I've seen and been through too many things. I am too broken. You need someone more stable than I am."

"Are you really pushing me away?"

"No, I didn't-"

"Are you actually really pushing people away?"

"Skye," Coulson relieved the sigh he was holding back, "I'm just saying you deserve someone better."

"Like who exactly? Why can't I deserve you? You don't think that I actually deserve you?"

"Yes! I mean no. I just don't think that I deserve you. You're a strong, independent lady. You're persistent and you're just so goddamn full of life all the time and while I am goddamn car wreck - I'm filled with dents, my windows are cracked and my doors won't open anymore. I can't promise to always be there for you. So, yeah. I just don't think I deserve you."

Skye's eyes started to well up but Coulson could not see it, for he was too ashamed of himself to think so, to think that he could never deserve a person like Skye that he did not even think that he could look at her not feel that way. But Skye's eyes were not filled with tears of sadness of Coulson pushing her away. It was merely of frustration, of not being able to understand why he did so.

Why would Coulson put himself so low that he did not even think that he actually deserved her?

Skye watched him play with the flower crown that he had taken off his head, "If I can't have you, then, who can I have?"

She prayed so hard that Coulson would not provide an answer, so that he could realise that he is the only person that she actually wanted but instead, she heard a name, "Someone like Ryan?"

"Andrew?" Skye set back, knitting her eyebrows together, "Why the hell would I want to have Andy?"

Coulson's voice softened, "Maybe because he can take care of you better than I do? Maybe because he's way younger than I am? Maybe because he's less broken than I am?"

Skye's heart ached. She did not know why exactly it did that when she heard him explain himself. It was as if he was seeing himself as though he was less valuable than he actually is. As she reached out for his hand, she blinked back the tears that had built a dam in her eyes, "Do you really think I would prefer someone else over you?"

"I just thought-"

"That you don't even deserve anyone?" Coulson hung his head, still fiddling with the crown in his hands. "Have you ever thought that there is someone who is willing to accept you and try to fix you?" But she never did get a response. Skye slowly drew herself closer to him.

Coulson sighed again, as he turned to face her, putting the crown back on her head, and he remained facing her, "I couldn't let go of the memory of Irene. And I just don't want anyone with me to feel like they are being compared to her every time. I don't want them to feel like I don't see them, like all I see in them are what reminded me of her. I don't want them to be someone who they are not because of me."

Skye smiled sadly as she felt him drew circles at the back of both her hands, "You mentioned to me once that I am different. Maybe," Skye paused as she cupped his face with a hand, "not all your worries are worth worrying."

Skye's heart lifted a little when she saw a faint smile started to form at the corners of his mouth. "I won't be able to replace her, I know. But you asked me a question once that I never answered."

"What was it?"

"That if you could make me happy." Skye stroked the side of his face, "I never got to say yes."

"But how?"

"What do you really want to do?"

Coulson leaned his faced deeper into the hand that was cupping his face. With closed eyes, he sighed and said in a voice almost desperate, "I just want to kiss you right now and tell you that you actually mean so much to me. That you have somehow managed to repair me."

But not long after he said so, he felt a hand pulling him towards her, sealing the parted lips from continuing his speech. He was frozen for a moment, still processing the interaction. But when he realized it was Skye's, he kissed it back, pulling her in towards himself as well. Although his nose was still aching, his head still hurting from the earlier conflict, the tenderness of her lips seemed to ease the pain, the softness of it seemed to provide comfort.

The kiss was short. And it was sweet. And it left him smiling when they parted. When Coulson opened his eyes again, the hand was still at the side of his face, the memory of her lips still on his. And he heard a gentle voice, "Because you have always made me happy. And sometimes I just wonder what you want to do most. And if it makes you happy, I know I will be."

Coulson was left speechless. For as many times before, he lost his words. When she rested her forehead against his, he can't help himself but to stroke her hair and push away a lock behind her ears. "But what happened to your nose?"

"Oh no. That's nothing. I fell."

"You fell that bad?" Skye tilted her head, cupping his face in her hands, studying the bruise.

Coulson smiled, "Yeah, I fell," this is it, he had always wanted to take the opportunity, "I kind of fell hard for you."

Andrew, who had never left to get dinner in the first place was just pleased at himself, to be able to see his senior agent happy, to see him enjoying the only company that he had always wanted and needed. He turned his head when he heard the next door cabin open, John and Julia walking out of it. John seemed delighted as his gaze went straight for the couple by the rocks. Julia on the other hand, had her hands on her hips, her eyebrows knitted together, "I still think he is too old for her."

Andrew saw John rolled his eyes, "Well, I think you should not bring this up again or I'll snap your neck."

A/N: FINALLY THEY KISSED. Urgh. Why did that take so long? Anyway! For you people who are into Skoulson/Coulsye, there is a community called, "Not Your Boring Love Story". I will say my favourites are in there too! So, look it up and I just want to thank you all again for keeping up with this. I can't promise when is the next update because I have lots of trips coming up but it will all come to an end soon. ^^ (Did I mention how I much I hated the Yes Men cliffhanger? -_-)