A/N: I'm at my workplace currently when I published this. I really couldn't resist myself from doing so. Ehehe. I am just so glad that you guys liked Andrew. Anyway, I hope this is alright!

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Coulson turned up the radio, which played an unfamiliar country song, that made him switch stations, to something more classic, "Ah yes. Andrea Bocelli."

He looked into the rear view mirror, where Skye had her head propped on Andrew's shoulder, both sound asleep, when near to an hour ago, the two were singing holiday songs at the top of their lungs, playing 'Rock-Paper-Scissors' to entertain themselves.

"She's a lovely girl - this Skye." Coulson suddenly heard a familiar voice from the back.

"Goddammit, Ryan! You scared me."

"I never knew you had nightmares, Coulson."

Shit.

"No, I don't."

Andrew sighed, "Are you okay, Phillip?"

"I'm fine." Coulson clenched his jaw.

"Okay."

They sat in silence, the tune from the radio filling up the non-existent conversation.

"Did you hear me?" Coulson looked up in the rear view mirror.

"I did."

"Did she?"

Andrew nodded, "Are you alright?"

"Yup."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"What did I say?"

"You were begging to die."

"Oh."

"I panicked for a while." Andrew adjusted himself, his body aching from the awkward position of having to maintain Skye's head propped on his shoulder. "But she seemed to know what to do."

"Huh?"

"She held your hand. She placed it on your chest. She asked you to come back. And she seemed so calm about it."

"What did you do?"

"I just stared. I didn't know what to do."

"Hmm."

"But she saw me looking at you and she just said to me that you'll be all right. She held you tight, Coulson."

"Okay."

"She knew what to do." Andrew glared back at his senior in the mirror.

"So?" Coulson kept his eyes on the road.

"That means she saw you been through this before."

"And..?"

"Do you guys...?"

"What? Oh... You mean.. No. We never.. No."

"Oh. Okay."

"But she did saw me been through it before. The nightmares." Well, probably had. He never knew if she ever did but he knows he had nightmares even on nights they crashed on the couch in the lounge.

"She didn't sleep well, you know. She watched out for you almost all night you know?"

"Yeah?"

"Told her to go to sleep but she asked me to go to sleep instead in which of course I didn't. Said that she could keep out for you. She held on to you all night she actually slept like that."

Coulson sighed.

"Phillip?" Andrew's voice were never as joking as it always was, "Are you sure you're alright?"

Coulson nodded.

"She cares for you, Phillip. And I know that she'd probably seen you went through something bad that it actually scared her. Never has there been an agent who ever got so worried, Phillip. I thought I'd just say that."

"I know." Coulson took a peek of Skye through the rear view mirror. He never knew that he had actually affected her. Because likewise, her condition affected him as much too - seeing her be so broken, living in fear of the unknown that is after her. She worries him a lot and yet at the same time, she made him feel better, by seeing that there is always a way out, how she still managed to crack jokes and that she had matured so much ever since the day they met.

"Do you care for her, Phillip?" Andrew pulled Coulson out of his wonder.

"I always do."

"You're fond of her, Phil."

Coulson silenced at the statement. He could not agree to it, uncertain of his own feelings. But at the same time, neither could he deny - he found himself needing her, wanting her by his side all the damn time.

"But you're still missing Irene." It was as if Andrew read his mind.

"Andrew, wake up." Coulson shook the agent's shoulder and the latter slowly came to consciousness, "Wake Skye up too. We've reached. That's our lodging."

Andrew looked to his left as hinted by Coulson's pointing, to see a cabin made of wood, painted white.

"I'll get the bags and open up the cabin first. Just help me wake Skye up. Let her rest inside." And at that, he proceeded to do what he said he was to do. Andrew struggled to wake Skye up but the brunette only clung on to his arm and continued sleeping.

"Coulson?" Andrew called out.

Coulson rushed back to the car upon hearing his call only to see Andrew still seated and Skye holding onto his right arm and head propped on his shoulder, "Is she always like this?"

"Ah, damn. She can be quite a heavy sleeper when she doesn't get enough sleep." Coulson tried to hide smile that was about to emerge at the corner of his lips. He remembered the times when either Fitz or Ward had to carry her back to her own bunk when she fell asleep in the car after staying up all night on a mission. Even Coulson himself has to carry her back to her bunk sometimes when he found her lying on the couch with her computer tablet in hand.

Andrew stared at Coulson, "Uh, okay. Help me out?"

Coulson chuckled, "Just carry her inside."

"Carry her inside? I am a bodyguard not a bloody babysitter! You carry her!"

"Can't you be of any help? I already brought in the bags!"

"I can't even move!"

Coulson stood still awhile, realising that the younger agent barely even move his shoulder for Skye was holding on to him tightly. He moved over to Skye's side and opened the door. Gently, he removed Skye's stubborn hands from gripping on to Andrew and then slowly, he pulled her out of the car carried her bridal style, "Help me open the cabin door."

Andrew ran over to the cabin door opening it to make way for Coulson. As Coulson gently set her down on the queen-sized bed, Andrew decided to pop a question, "Do you always have to do this? Carry her to bed?"

"Sometimes it's either Ward or Fitz. Simmons would at least put a blanket over her. May just walks past by her." Coulson struggled to speak as he panted, "I have to tell you. She's pretty heavy for a small lady."

"Nope." Andrew walked away, "It's just you. You're getting old."

An hour later, Skye came to wake. It was not surprising to her that she ended up on a bed. She knew she must have slept too long that they had finally reached. She looked out the window to see a beautiful view of the sea. The cabin was quite small. Two queen-sized bed facing a small counter where the kitchen was, a washroom and a simple pair of armchairs with a small coffee-table was set aside. She got up to look for both male agents when she heard chattering outside.

As Skye got out of the cabin, she noticed a spacious view, a sea with no sand as a beach, but rocks. It was a beautiful view, a calming one.

"What? What do you mean May sent a knife flying to stab Russo?"

"I meant she literally threw the knife across and stabbed Russo!"

"What the hell?" The two men who were seated on the chairs at the grassy area in front of their cabin turned around with a bottle of beer in each of their hands, "Do you know how it will be for the other families to hear your conversation without a context? I don't want them to think I'm on a holiday with a couple of assassins!"

"Oh, hello. You're awake finally!" Andrew gulped down his drink with a childish grin.

"Where are we, by the way?" Skye looked around as she stepped down the porch and towards them.

"Beloin's! By the coast of Maine, somewhere around Camden. There's a bottle in the fridge if you want. We got them on our way here." Coulson smiled at her.

Skye chuckled when she saw Coulson.

"She's laughing at me because I'm wearing shorts." Coulson announced his inference to the younger agent.

Skye nodded in assurance. It was funny to her to see him in a pair of bermudas and flip flops, also with a white polo-t and a pair of sunglasses.

"I'm gonna go for a walk. I want to go and ask about if I could go somewhere to rent a motorbike and then we'll go for lunch when I come back." Andrew got up and he stumbled a little.

"Okay." Coulson responded.

"Take care of yourselves. I'm taking time off from bodyguard tasks. I hate this job." Andrew continued to ramble on.

Skye took over his seat as the younger agent walked off, "Eh, Coulson?"

"Hmm?"

"Thanks for the holiday though." Andrew toasted his beer bottle up and walked away. Coulson turned back to face the sea, leaning back into his chair.

"Thanks." Skye said softly.

"For the holiday? It's okay." Coulson took a sip out of his bottle, "Is this beach alright? You said you went to a lovely beach, I just thought I could bring you to one but there's only rocks here instead of sand though."

"Yeah. It's beautiful."

"Come on," Coulson set his bottle down before standing up and holding out his hand, "Let's go for a walk."

Coulson could not help but to smile so widely when she took his hand as he led them to walk on the rocks.