Damn that one took forever to get inspired for! It was so fucking hard but I made it through. I have conquered that prompt. (After spending an hour trying to depict what it meant)

Prompt: Laser fingers, missle toes, and mistletoe

Stay

Melinda ducks behind the pillar next to Phil letting out a breath. "The rest made it onto the plane. Go on my count." He nods firing at two guys. He tosses his gun aside when he suddenly runs out of bullets. When he points at the enemy is when Melinda stops her own firing and looks at him confused. Sure enough the tip of the finger drops firing a laser, clearing the path for the two of them.

"Come on!" He shouts running onto the plane. She's not far behind closing the hanger behind her as Bobbi takes off.

"D.C. I didn't know you were serious about the whole laser finger thing." Daisy states as she leans against the wall panting.

"I wasn't. Not at first. Fitzsimmons updated the new one with new features." He holds up that hand as a gesture. Melinda rolls her eyes making her way towards the cockpit. There she finds a frantic Bobbi trying to steer.

"What going on?" She asks causing the young woman to jump.

"Heat seeking missiles. We're the only thing around for miles."

"Is the quinjet hooked up to the top?" She asks.

"Yes why?" Melinda doesn't answer the question as she rushes out of the room.

"Melinda!" Phil calls walking up to her. "What's going on?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." She climbs the ladder to board the quinjet. Closing her eyes she pulls away and heads towards the direction of the missiles.

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Phil stares as she leaves confused before Bobbi comes rushing out of the cockpit.

"Where did May go?" She asks.

"She just took the quinjet. Why?"

"Because we had two homing missiles on our tail and now suddenly they veered off path just a few seconds ago."

"She's risking herself." He whispers rushing into the cockpit. He slips on the headset getting into the copilot's seat. "Agent May? Agent May come in."

A moment of static fills his ears before her voice. "Phil listen…"

"Are you out of your mind risking yourself?" He questions. He sees Bobbi tense out of the corner of his eye before she disappears to spread the news of what was happening. He was left alone staring at the sky in search of his partner.

"It was either that or the entire plane go down." She was right though. This plane has a lot more equipment than the old one it's not likely they'd survive an explosion from a missile.

"Well we could have had Daisy…"

"That's too much for her and you know that."

"There has to be another way Mel just come back." The line goes dead for a second as a large crash goes off in the background.

"You haven't called me that since we were in the Academy." She breathes.

"How many are there?"

"Three more."

"We can find another way." He says softly.

"I'm sorry." For the first time in a long time there's emotion laced in her voice. She's more than likely going to die and they both are aware of that. Painfully so.

"Don't apologize just come back safe." Air fills the space between his words as his eyes well up with tears. This isn't fair. She needs to come back to him.

"I can't promise that Phil." She says. A loud explosion echoes through the speakers followed by muttered profanities. "One more."

"Melinda please." He pleads. Suddenly her quinjet comes into sight, the missile only a few feet from her.

"Phil I can't shake this one. Phil!"

He watches in horror as the plane erupts into flames. The comm goes silent with a buzz before clicking off entirely. His ears ring from the sound of metal being ripped apart. He's lost her. He's lost his best friend.

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Melinda groans as she pulls herself into the hub. Burns slice up and down her arms and blood was seeping from a deep cut on her forehead. She hears the hustle and bustle but they all seem to not even notice her for some reason. She steps into the lab nearly knocking over a tray as she did so. Not one of her more graceful moments but it had caught the attention of Jemma.

"May! You're alive!" She cries rushing to help the older woman. Her head wouldn't stop ringing. She wasn't entirely sure how she even managed to get here but here she was.

She closes her eyes, her body falling forwards. As she hits the ground the ringing finally stops.

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She parts her eyes slowly testing the brightness of the room. Sure enough the white surrounding her was almost blinding.

"May! You're awake." Daisy breathes from her bedside.

"How long was I out?"

"About two weeks actually. You had pretty bad burns and a bit of a concussion but the signs of the second faded." Melinda glances down at the bandages lacing up to her shoulder. Well that explains that.

"Where's Coulson?"

"He doesn't know you're here. He's been locked up in his office."

"I have to see him." She grunts as she sits up.

"Not a good idea." Daisy states grabbing her lightly by the shoulder.

"Please Daisy." She meets the young inhuman's eyes and the girl lets her go.

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A soft knock startles Phil from the slumped position on his desk. He couldn't face his team like this. If he breaks down then so would they.

Before he can even open his mouth to tell them to leave the door swings open revealing a walking dead one.

At least, presumed dead. Melinda's hair was slightly shorter than normal, her ends scorched off. Her entire arms were bandaged and her skin was tinged red but to him she never looked more beautiful.

"Phil…" She breathes. He walks up to her silently as she closes the door behind her. He presses her against it being careful not to hurt her before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Slowly her arms wrap around his neck as she kissing him back. His hands lightly graze her body to make sure she's really there. She's not dead. He didn't lose her.

"Mistletoe?" She asks as he pulls away.

"Daisy has been trying to get together Fitzsimmons since the accident. When did you..?"

"I was in a coma in the lab for two weeks." She says. "I don't even remember how I got here in the first place."

"I don't care. You're alive." He whispers burying his face in her shoulder.

"I'm here." She whispers comfortingly. "I'm not going anywhere."