A/N: Here goes another one!
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It's been two hours of driving since they touched down and the night is crawling over them.
Coulson had changed in the plane before they reached and upon seeing him in his black fitting t-shirt layered with a denim jacket, finished with a pair of black jeans, Skye could not help but to stare in awe at how he could look a few years younger, and the fact that he could take off his 'government official' aura.
"Ah yes. That will always be the effect he has on women every time he got out of his suit. Why doesn't that happen to me?" Andrew's commentary rung in his head.
He smiled at the memory as he drove on with the brunet agent sleeping at the back and so was Skye as she sat in the passenger seat beside him. He looked at his watch, 9 pm. He saw a motel up ahead and decided that it would be good if they could just stay for the night, before continuing their journey, considering it would be very late if they were to reach the destination he had decided on when he was driving, as the two slept.
"Hey," Coulson shook Skye's shoulder gently after he had pullover the motel's parking lot, "Skye? Wake up."
The latter slowly came to consciousness, in a sleepy voice, she managed, "Are we there yet?"
But she did not get a reply as Coulson was busy nudging the brunet at the back awake, in which he resigned at it and honked the car, causing the latter to jolt awake, "Didn't I mention never to do that?"
Coulson simply smirked in amusement, "We'll stay over at this motel for tonight. It's just another 3 hour journey for tomorrow."
"Oh wow. Good. Because my back is aching. You go get rooms for us. Skye and I will get the bags." The 30-year-old male agent said as he resigned back into the seat, trying to gain his will to get up.
"No. You will end up sleeping here. The last thing I want is your drool all over Lola. Quick, Ryan."
"Wait. A trip to Angel Falls only takes two hours from the Portland airport. We're not there yet?"
"I told you, we'll go somewhere around Maine. Not exactly Angel Falls. Get out, Ryan."
"Ryan. Why is it always the last names with you?" Andrew sat up and looked over to Skye at the front seat, mumbling sleepily,"Does he call you by your last name or is Skye your last name?"
"Nope. Skye's not my last name."
"You must be special to him, then."
Skye had managed to stumble out of the car halfway through Andrew's mumbling, and she realised Coulson had put up the hood in the first place. She managed to get her bags, that being done only halfway when she dropped her bag again, trying to wake Andrew up by pulling him out of the car.
Coulson had went on to the lobby earlier, noticing along the way, the loads of parked cars, hoping so hard there are still rooms for them, having to realise that it was during the school vacation that he decided to their break, "Dammit."
He reached the reception, "Three rooms, please."
"I'm sorry, sir. But we're only left with one."
"How many beds are there?"
"Just one. A queen sized one, that is."
Coulson sighed. "We can work with that." Skye came up from behind him.
"Where do I sleep, then?" Andrew joined up.
"There is a couch though, if you don't mind. But we could give you an extra bed for free, if you want, considering that we've caused you an inconvenience." The receptionist responded to them.
"No, thank you... Anna. There's no need for that." Andrew smiled at the blonde behind the desk, "We'll take it. It's only for tonight, anyway."
Coulson glared at the brunet agent when he realized the latter was pulling cash out of Coulson's wallet, realizing he had been pick-pocketed, "Goddammit, Ryan. Can you stop doing that?"
"Then, don't put your wallet at the back of the pocket! How many times did I tell you that? By the way, I didn't do it!" Andrew defended himself.
"I did. It was the only way to make sure we can get our room faster. You'll just keep stalling." Skye admitted in a tired voice.
Anna simply laughed as she arranged the payment and handed over their keys, "You have a lovely family. Mister..."
"Roberts." Coulson accepted the key.
"He doesn't like his first name." Andrew picked up his bag, "Thank you, Anna."
The receptionist simply smiled, amused as they walked away.
"Family? I am not that old to have children your age!"
The three of them stood in the middle of the room, looking about. There was a simple queen-sized bed and beside it by the window, there was indeed a couch. A simple bedside table and a nightlight over the bed. There was even a television set.
"This'll do for tonight." Andrew blurted out, dropping his bag in the middle of the room, "I'll take the couch."
Coulson was about to stop him from nearing the couch, for he wanted it for himself, but Andrew already threw himself on it, his legs dangling over the edge, not bothering to take off his shoes nor did he bother to change, "Goodnight, everybody. I haven't had this much of sleep for the past months. I'm gonna have more."
Coulson turned around, only to see Skye coming out of the washroom, changed into her sweatpants and t-shirt. She stood over the bed and then turned to looked at Coulson, "Looks like we have to share the bed for tonight."
Truth is, Coulson did not mind that they were to share a bed. He was just afraid that if ever they were to hear him crying over his nightmares.
It had reduced now but New York still haunts him. And he does not want to be seen as vulnerable.
"Are you going to change?" Skye snapped him out of his wonder.
"Y-yeah," He stammered, "I'm just going to get my clothes out and change. You can retire first if you want."
When Coulson got out of the washroom, all cleaned up and ready to sleep, upon reaching the bed where Skye was already sound asleep, he hesitated. Is this appropriate?
He knows he has to be professional about it, that they are only sharing a bed and nothing else. But he worries if either Skye or Andrew find it inappropriate in any way.
"Just go to sleep, Coulson." He turned, surprised to hear from a half asleep Andrew. "I can hear you standing there."
Coulson stay rooted.
"Sleep, Phillip."
In which he actually did, gently getting on the other side of the bed. He slowly pulled the blanket away from Skye, who had wrapped herself in it with her back facing him, leaving him with almost none of the blanket.
"Dammit." He cursed when she pulled it back. Eventually, he gave up and just laid there in his sweatpants and black SHIELD t-shirt, covered in whatever bit of the blanket left.