A/N: Ah yes. Another chapter. Slightly longer. I thought if I'd break it down, it will be slightly shorter but nope. Meh. But anyway, I hope it's alright (I tend to say that a lot, don't I?). Thought I'd just post it before I go off for work.

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah. I know. Shhhh.

The first night spent at Beloin's was awkward. Particularly because of Andrew who insisted on sleeping outside because he did not want to seem gay by having to share the bed with Coulson. Of course, in the end, Skye offered her side of the bed to Andrew in which the agent agreed to share with. But he made Skye promised not to hog all the blanket after seeing Coulson with almost none the night before.

"Yes, yes. Anything to make you stop talking. Goddammit, go to sleep!"

On the second day, Coulson was in the mood to just sit by the porch of their cabin and stare at the sea. Andrew had insisted him to bring them hiking but Coulson keep turning him down, "Can you slow down, a little?"

"I want to tour around a bit." Skye came back from sitting by the rocks, "Can I?"

"Alone?" Coulson sat up.

"Yeah. I don't suppose you're going to budge, anyway."

"But you can't go alone!" Andrew came out of the cabin, "I can't leave you alone. That was my order."

"Me?" Skye pointed to herself with a small rock she was holding onto, "Why only me?"

"Because we don't know who's after you." Coulson heard a tinge of tenderness when Andrew explained himself, "I have promised to take care of you. We all have."

"What's this? Witness protection programme? I don't need this!" Skye raised her voice.

Coulson slowly stood up, "But you do. Skye, we care for you. We have to protect you."

"You guys sound like a couple of gay parents."

"Now she's calling us gay." Andrew threw his arms in the air as he turned to Coulson, giving up and poked Coulson in his chest, "That's why I didn't want to sleep with you last night!"

"Okay, Ryan! I get it!" Coulson turned to Skye, "Now are you going for that tour or not? Because if you are, Andrew is coming with you because his butt had been itching. What is with you guys wanting to straight away go see around the place, anyway? We've got two months!"

"Oh wait, did I mention that I did manage to rent a motorbike? See that black one?" Andrew pointed to the bike beside Lola, "I rented from a local who had a bike to spare. Took me a while to convince him that I'll return him. Had to give the address of our lodging before he believed me. Got it for a good 400 for two months. That should do. So, if you want to tour around, you can ride with me."

It was a really old black Harley-Davidson and Skye being not able to stay put, had agreed to Andrew. She has to admit, SHIELD agents have a taste for class.

Andrew had planned to bring her about to look for hiking trails, places that provided activities. But before that, he brought her to lunch first.

As they sat at the local cafe they found not far off, Andrew asked over his club sandwich, "Can I just ask you something?

"What?" Skye munched on hers.

Andrew hesitated. He fiddled around with the sandwich in his hands, he shook his legs, "Is there anything going on between the two of you? I meant, you and Coulson, that is."

Skye set her sandwich down, "What do you mean?"

Andrew took a breath in, "I know it's only been three days since I saw you two together. And that I know you for lesser than that. But I know Coulson enough that he deeply cares for you."

"But Coulson is an especially caring person." Skye munched again on her sandwich.

"I will give him that too. But I've worked with Coulson for close to ten years now."

"Oh wow. You started young." Skye mumbled through mouthfuls and Andrew nodded in agreement.

"And throughout all those years I've known Coulson, I've seen him truly care about someone only twice. That will be before New York and you."

"Before New York, as in Irene? The cellist?"

"He told you about Irene?"

"I begged him to tell me about his love life." Skye grinned, proud at her accomplishment.

"After he revived, Coulson was told that he can never see her again, his cellist. He pretended like he was okay, he said that he understood the organisation's decision to tell her that he was dead. But you don't know how much trouble I got in because of him, asking me for a favour to look on his cellist for him, whether or not was she doing okay."

"And this has got to do with us, how?"

"Yesterday, in the car. He told me, that if ever he were to get nightmares again, I have to make sure you go back to sleep. And he didn't really sleep yesterday, do you know that?"

Skye raised an eyebrow.

"I scolded him to but he insisted, he wanted to make sure you get enough rest." Andrew took a sip from his drink, "and I heard how he waited by you all night when you got shot by Quinn the last time."

"Well, I was dying. You wouldn't want an 084 dying, anyway. Not before you know what actually the 084 is." Skye set down her sandwich and took a sip too, her tone started to get shaky. She felt nervous but she did not know why she was exactly. Was it at the claim that Coulson cared for her more than he does for the others?

"But he wanted so bad to get you back. He knows that agents die everyday. Even agents who were close to him, all he wanted if possible is for their pain to end quickly. He is always the one who tries to convince the others in the coma ward, 'Let them go.'" Andrew folded his arms and leaned back, "But not to you, he almost broke every rule there is in the book to get ways to get you back. If that doesn't make you especially more special to him, I don't know what else does."

"We're on a holiday. I want to take a break from thinking. And if possible, I'd like to take a break from thinking about this." Skye looked down as she drank, wanting so bad to change the topic.

"Nah," Andrew got back his joking tone, "I shouldn't be thinking about this either. So! What are we going to do?"

Skye looked up at him and smiled, "Will Coulson scold me for riding on a bike real fast?"

That night, Andrew had laid out picnic mats he that he had brought and he also took the blankets from their beds out of their cabin, "We camp out tonight."

"Andrew. This is ridiculous." Coulson reasoned as he sat at the porch with Skye.

"No, this is not. Oh, come on. We've got to at least sleep under the stars once!"

Skye nudged Coulson's elbow, "Come on. It'll be fun."

Of course, Coulson could not resist her request and eventually, he gave in. Skye held his hand and pulled him to the mat. As all three of them settled down, Andrew pulled out a box from under his blanket and grinned, "I've got UNO."

"NO. I am not playing this game. Never ever." Coulson immediately rejected.

But eventually , he gave in after much persuasion and being called a chicken by Andrew, after the latter brought up an incident when he did not talk to anyone he played the game with after being the first to lose the game 3 times in a row.

In which, Coulson gave up after the second game after he was given a pile of +4s and a whole lot of wild cards of colours that were demanded were not it in his possession.

After their last round, the trio laid on their backs and looked up at the sky, with their feet covered by their blankets. They talked about nothing all night and out of the three, Andrew slept halfway through their conversation, leaving Skye and Coulson alone, awake under the stars.

"This is gorgeous," Skye snuggled in closer to Coulson as she tried to get more of the blanket. They had shared the blanket again of course, after Andrew hogged everything for himself. Skye being in between the two, felt slightly warmer than Coulson does and yet he gave away a bit more for her, considering that the wind was quite light and yet very cooling.

"What is?" He questioned because he got a little confused. There was so much beauty around him, he could not pull off which one she was talking about.

"The sky."

He smiled, "My Skye is too," he muttered under his breath.

"What?"

"What?"

"I like this." She turned on her side to face him. To her surprise, he did the same too.

"What exactly do you like?"

"More like who. I like you. This whole non-authoritative figure all gone. I like this. No suits. No ties. Just simple you." She childishly smiled.

He moved in closer and smiled, "You like me?"

Skye's face turned deadpan, "I said so much and you got cut off at the first two sentences? Are you kidding me?"

"I tend to do that. Well, particularly because sometimes is that you do talk too much and then everything is just meh meh meh."

"Wow. I like this too."

"Like what?"

"You being a whole different person outside of the work field."

"In summary, you like me."

Skye moved in and smiled, "Do you like me then?"

"Are you flirting with me?"

"I don't know, am I?"

Coulson smiled, might as well I play along, right? "Well, I do like you."

Okay, that came off a little like a confession, he realized his tone being soft and when he found his hand pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, "You're different."

"I'm an 084. Of course, I am."

"No, you're just... different." He placed a hand on her cheek, "And I like that. Before the day I got you in our team, I never thought I could ever felt content again. But I was wrong. I like how you make me happy. It's been a long time since I felt happy. And I really, genuinely do like you."

"Was that a confession?" Skye's face softened, realizing at that point that her senior agent seemed to went off their tease.

"Well... Slightly." Coulson hid a shy smile.

"Well, maybe I do like you too." Skye took his hand of her cheek and held it in hers. "Maybe, just maybe, I do really, genuinely like you too. Because I never thought anyone would care enough for me. But here you are."

"I don't want you to be alone." He smiled sadly, realizing how they both needed each other. He realized that all they needed is companionship. And that companionship they found was in each other's.

"And I want you to be happy. You've done so much for me, anyways."

"Can I make you happy then?" Coulson asked, his face softening. Because that is all that he ever wished for. He had had enough that his cellist, his Irene that he had cared for, had to suffer from his passing. He could not bear to let anyone that he cared about being hurt because of him. All he wanted is for them to be well and fine. And he is not letting Skye get hurt again. He definitely do not want her to be dying in his arms again.

"Can you hold me to sleep? It's kind of cold out here."

Coulson laughed, "Of course. Come here."

Skye turned over and let Coulson hug her from the back realizing that she is going to face Andrew as they laid like that, "This is awkward."

"Andrew?"

Skye nodded.

"It's okay. Just go to sleep, alright?"

But before Skye could close her eyes, she wondered.

What if...

She held the thought. That's a thought for tomorrow, she reminded herself as she embraced feeling safe in his arms.

But as Coulson held on to her, he has wonders of his own too. Like her, he held the thought too, that shall be thought for tomorrow.

"Bloody hell. Not again." Andrew cursed as he woke up to the view of the two in each other's arms. And although he was slightly irritated at the fact that he was still a 'bloody bodyguard', he decided that it's time he let them be alone and let his long term colleague have the happiness he deserved. And by that, he took out his phone out of his pocket and stood up before them, "I'm so going to show this to the everyone."

A/N: And there we go! I really have no idea what's got into me. But anyway, I know Coulson may be a little out of character here. Well, maybe because I don't understand him enough on how he will behave off the work field. But all in all, it is as I left it as it is.

P.S. I want to say sorry for not thanking you guys enough for the reviews and read. Thanks for the reviews and read and I look forward to it each time. ^^