Hey Guys!

I apologize for the very sporadic updates. With work and preparing to go to Europe for three months, my life has been insane. I did get a prompt, however, and wanted to sit and crank it out so she didn't think I had forgotten about her.

So Kara has asked me to go into 5x01 and rewrite it. Being, however that this is a one shot series, trying to do that would be like trying to stuff cats into a bag.

Sooo I decided to rewrite a particular segment- in this case, when and how Phil finds May. I hope that will suffice, and maybe I can do more season five lighthouse shots in the future to make up for not rewriting the whole season.

Enjoy!

AU in which Coulson finds May first.

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He comes to with a gasp of breath, inhaling the musty smell of the dark room they were housed in. For a moment, the light ahead of him the only thing in the room besides them.

Them.

He feels them by his side, jerks his head around to find her, and sighs in relief that she's there. She made it too, to wherever they were currently being held. She looks up at him, nods curtly. The confusion in her gaze matches his own.

"Everybody alright?" He calls, glancing around.

It's then he notices the monolith. That damn monolith. He wants nothing more than to throw something at that stupid hunk of white rock.

It turns liquid. He braces himself.

The last thing he feels before darkness is her small hand clasped in his.

There's pain.

Raw, fiery pain shooting through every ounce of her leg, radiating up through her thigh. Melinda groans, fighting the blackening edge of her vision.

Focus. Focus.

She's a specialist, a good specialist. She knows how to deal with pain. Taking a deep breath, she looks down at the pipe sticking out of her leg.

"Come on." She murmurs to herself, looking around for something, anything. She spots it, a belt. Leaning down, she fumbles for a bit before grabbing the belt buckle and yanking as hard as she can. It slides off of its wearer and she takes it victoriously. After securing it around her thigh, she pulls on the pipe.

Hard.

It comes out and she fights a scream of pain as blackness threatens to drown her. There's footsteps, boots on metal. She barely has enough time to hobble painfully and hide. She can't crouch down, not like this. All she can do is press her back against the wall and cling to the metal pipe.

He comes in, pokes around at the several dead bodies that remain there. It's only when he leaves that she dares come out.

Bam.

He's there. He shoves her. Hard. Her head collides with something metallic and her vision swims. His arm is pressed against her windpipe, cutting off her airways.

"I've been looking for you."

Fight.

Her instincts kick in. She head butts him, sending him skittering back a few steps. Her arm comes up with the pipe and she lands a decent blow with the pipe. He's recovered in an instant, delivers a blow to her abdomen and then a kick to her leg where he knows it hurts.

She raises the pipe to hit him, but her reflexes are too slow. He catches it, knocks the pipe aside easily. She kicks up with her good leg, knocking him in the groin. But she doesn't expect him to place his belt buckle on her.

She's sent flying to the other wall.

"Damn. I was not prepared for that, I gotta admit." He's breathing heavy. "You pack a big punch for such a small package. I have to read the fine print next time."

She growls low at him.

He points to the belt buckle pinning her to the wall. "I hate wasting the charge on that thing. Honestly, I wasn't trying to-"

There's a loud metallic clang and he crumples to the floor. Her breath hitches, and it isn't until she meets Phil's concerned gaze that she sighs in relief.

"Hey you." He murmurs, moving towards her and fidgeting with the belt buckle. Melinda is released from the wall, and he catches her before she falls to the ground.

"Thank you." She murmurs into his shoulder as he lowers her carefully. His warmth, his familiar smell. She finally begins to calm down to some degree. He sets her gingerly on the floor, and hovers over her, checking out her injury.

"We're in space?" Melinda murmurs, watching his face.

"Looks that way." He frowns. "Who's that guy?" He gestures to the unconscious attacker.

"No idea."

"And yet you kicked his ass, while injured." Phil smirks humorously. "Impressive."

"We should probably tie him up." She suggests, fighting the blush on her face.

He moves away from her long enough to look around, before finding a decent scrap of cloth (she doesn't ask where he found it). After dragging the man to the wall, Phil affixes his restraints and then steps back to admire his handiwork.

"So any ideas as to where we are?" She asks into the quiet. There's a ripping sound, and he appears with a cloth to bind her injury.

"Nope." Phil shrugs. "I was on my way to find the others when I heard yelling. Figured it was you." He wraps her leg tightly, then remains kneeled there. "You get anything out of this guy before going all 'kung-fu' on him?"

"Only that he was looking for me." Melinda replies, wincing a bit at the ache in her thigh.

"Hey," chocolate eyes meet concerned blues, "You gonna be alright?"

She nods slowly, unsurely. Then, realizing that she couldn't fool him even if she tried, she sighs heavily. "I want to go home, Phil. To my own bed and take out."

"I do, too." He replies, standing slowly. He offers her his hand and she takes it to pull herself up. "But for now, we have to find a way out of this mess." He doesn't release her hand, instead pulling her so close that there was barely an inch between them. "Are you gonna be okay?"

The guy stirs, waking slowly.

"Yeah, I will be." She nods quietly. "But for now, let's find out what's going on."