A/N: Hey guys! May mentioned in the beginning of season four that when she died, she saw Coulson. So, I built a one-shot on that…
Also, to respond to YulianaHenderson: I actually really liked that scene in the 100th episode. It was super sweet, and easily one of my favorites that they have done so far…that being said, I personally was really hoping that, since it was a big episode, they would have added a bit more Phillinda in there. I totally get that they aren't going to be getting married anytime soon, and I wasn't expecting that. The only problem I have with that scene is that it did nothing for their relationship…so far, they've just plateaued…and since it's looking like this might be the last season, I was hoping for a little bit more./p
Don't get me wrong, I loved that episode. I'm just greedy and I want more. This is just my opinion so please don't hate me lol. I really hope they renew the show.
ANYWAYS…I ramble a lot. I own nothing. Enjoy!
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It didn't start off with a big white light.

Nor did it start out with darkness.

It started with a breeze tickling her face and gently carrying strands of her hair. It started with the sun, bearing down on her closed eyelids. There was warmth on her face, her whole body really, that seemed to want to lull her into a doze.

She opened her eyes slowly, and her senses seemed to awaken along with them. She could feel the roughness of wood under her fingertips, smell honeysuckle in the air. Hear the sounds of children playing nearby.

Children?

Melinda glanced around and found it, a massive playground. Children ran around in the spring weather playing tag, their laughter seemingly echoing around her.

She stood from the wooden bench slowly, not quite trusting her feet, but found that she was steady, light even. Her feet seemed to barely touch the ground as she made her way through the tall grass.

She stood at the edge of the playground a moment, watching the children run around breathless. Out of the corner of her eye, a flash of brown hair caught her attention-a familiar voice.

"No, it can't be."

The girl had turned, seeing Melinda, and watched her for a moment. Her face, so familiar but also different. Her smile was no longer dark and her eyes were bright and happy.

Bahrain

"Can't be what?" She was startled by a hand on her lower back. At first, she thought it was Andrew. He would rest his hand on her back often while they were married. In fact, she turned expecting it to be him.

"Phil?"

He stepped back a bit, frowning at the confused look on her face.

"You alright, Melinda?" His piercing blue eyes seemed to look right through her.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine." What she actually wanted to say, what she tried to say, was 'What the hell am I doing here?'

She suddenly felt like she was trapped in someone else's body, like all she wanted to do was scream but her voice wouldn't let her. A dull throbbing began at her temples.

There was a flash, a vision of something, where she was somewhere else and not at this playground.

Memories. Movies that played behind her eyelids when she would blink.

Daisy

The Lab

Hive

Ward

Fitzsimmons

Lash

Andrew

They flew by so quickly, too quick to experience. They came more and more….every memory. Ice skating on a frozen pond, graduation day, Coulson's funeral….it was all too much.

She wanted to return to the sun, to watch the kids play. To sit next to Phil and hold his hand and have everything be simple.

But in equal measures, she wanted to go home. The base, the plane, her family.

The visions came too quickly. Coulson's hand on her back drifted away. The girl disappeared. The memories flitted by so fast that it stole her breath.

She collapsed to her knees and

BAM

She was awake, gasping for breath in the dark.

She didn't remember much, only tearing the wires from her body, asking Jemma what was going on. She didn't even realized she died until Jemma told her, tears streaming down her face.

But what she saw…what she felt…it had all been so real.
When Phil asked her what she saw when she died, she told him the truth. She had seen him.

But he knew better; he knew that she wasn't telling the whole truth. So, he asked her again, in private, when they were safe at the base.

It took a second, a moment, to gather her thoughts before she told him everything. Every memory she saw, the playground, the little girl.

When she was done, she murmured "I wanted to stay there."/p

He looked at her, eyebrows furrowed, unsure of what to say. How could he tell someone he cared about that living in hell was better than living in paradise? They had all been through the ringer, Melinda more than most. How could he convince her that staying was worth it?

Truth was, he couldn't. He didn't know how to make her feel better.

So, he didn't try to. He took her hands in his and said the first thing that came to his mind.
"I'm really glad you're here."
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A/N: I've always wanted to write a good death, but never really knew how…hope this was okay