A/N: [BREAKS DOWN YOUR DOOR] HAVE YOU WATCHED T.A.H.I.T.I? I am sorry I am still bawling my eyes out. I can't handle all of this anymore. Therefore, I shall escape to my own version of Tahiti (I'm going on a holiday, guys ^^) So, before I do that, I thought it'd be nice to upload the chapter that I thought is a little too lengthy but I hope it's okay.

Disclaimer: I am so tired of this thing.

Since the night Skye got a nightmare, witnessed for the first time by both Andrew and Coulson, Coulson and Skye had started sharing the bed together, in which it was insisted by Andrew when he reasoned to Coulson that his duty was only to protect the two and not babysit them. Although that was true, Andrew wanted to make sure the two have each other to hold on to because he knows that in a way, they repair each other.

That night after their barbecue, when everyone had gone to sleep, Coulson sneaked out of the cabin to sit outside by the chair by the grassy area of their 'front yard', like Andrew had conveniently called it. He just could not go to sleep. Somehow, he felt a little disturbed. Although he thought everybody had gone to sleep, Skye had realized that he was not by her side and that she had gone outside to find him, having to wrap the blanket around herself and then to sleepily flop by the chair next to him, "Eh, boyfriend. It's 2 in the morning. What are you doing outside?"

"What are you doing here, girlfriend?"

"You were not inside." She replied sleepily.

"But you're tired, go inside."

"I don't have to. You will always carry me inside when I finally slept."

"But it's cold out here." Skye sat up,

"Oh yeah. That was the reason I came outside. I wanted to give you this blanket." She took a look at herself having wrapped in it, "but now I come to think of it, I would be cold too if I waited outside here with you if I were to give you this."

Coulson laughed, amused somehow but he did not seem to know why. "Actually, I just sleep better with you beside me." She turned to face Coulson, "You still haven't told me why you started sharing the bed with me."

"I told you. Andrew was complaining that you keep taking away all the blanket." Skye glared at him, "Other than that being a really bad excuse, I can tell when you are fibbing. What happened to me?"

Coulson silenced as he diverted his gaze back to the sea. "Was it a nightmare?" "You never told me you had any." Coulson said in a gentle voice, "Who is Tessa?"

Skye sat up, "Can I share the chair with you so that you can hold me? Because it really is very cold and maybe the heat from the body contact can help ease it a little."

Coulson stifled a chuckle, "What reasons to make me hug you. Come here."

Coulson adjusted himself, leaning on his side, to make space for her on that beach chair. As Skye settled down, she threw the blanket over them both and snuggled closer to Coulson. Instinctively, Coulson placed a hand over her waist, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, boyfriend." She smiled cheekily, "I'm good."

He stroked her hair, "Who is Tessa?"

She sighed.

"Look," Coulson turned her face to him, "I didn't mean to dig. But if you don't want to tell me, it's fine. Okay?"

"No, no." She sighed again, "I think it's better that I let it out now that I have you."

"I'm listening."

"You do know that I lived in the orphanage when I was a kid, right?"

He nodded.

"You know, I never felt loved. Back in the orphanage, they had cliques. Somehow, I never seem to fit in and I will drown myself with story books." He continued to listen.

"And then, Tessa came in. Somehow, she got transferred from the previous orphanage but I never knew why. Is there even such a thing?" She turned to Coulson only to get a shrug as a reply.

"She made friends with me, in fact, I was the only friend she had." Skye paused and sighed, "Okay. I don't know if I am considered to be her friend or not. She started off nice and friendly. But eventually, she took advantage of me."

"She bullied you?" Coulson removed the stray lock of hair that covered her face as it was blown by the light wind. Skye nodded. "She made me do her chores. She made me do things for her with the reason being she's older than I am."

"And you told Miss Nora about this?"

"No. I didn't dare to tell anyone. Tessa threatened to kill me if I did. Well, I was a kid. What do you expect?"

"How did Miss Nora know then?"

"She saw her beating me up."

"You got beaten up?"

"Sort of. She walked into our room when Tessa was kicking me about because she got punished earlier on during the day because she didn't do the chores that she had diverted to me to do." Skye did not seem so sad, recalling the event. In fact, she seemed calm about it. She seemed fine. And that saddened Coulson because he knew that she must have been through worse.

"But," Coulson looked at her, making sure she was still awake for she had started to close her eyes, "Did it get worse?"

Skye nodded sleepily, "Nothing much, really. Got my head stuck in the toilet bowl and such. Regular bullied stuff."

Coulson stroked her hair, holding back the tears that started forming, "Regular? Why do you seem so calm talking about this?"

She sighed, but with her eyes still closed she smiled, "Because that's nothing."

"What do you mean nothing? You've been through your life alone and there was no one there for you and you were hurt and no one cared. How is it nothing?"

"Was," Skye emphasized, "But now I've got SHIELD. I've got May, Ward, Jemma and Fitz. And I've got you too. And Andrew too, maybe. I've got a whole lot of you taking care of me now. And I almost died. If that is not the number one on my list of 'Bad Things That Happened To Me', I don't know what is. Plus, you tried so hard to bring me back. That tells me so many things."

"What things?" Coulson knitted his eyebrows.

"Someone actually cared for me. Someone will always be there for me. Someone actually want me to stay in their lives and that there is actually someone who is not ready to let go of me." Coulson felt a smile slowly curve up his lips and he continued to stroke her hair, admiring the small, brave and yet broken young face, "Now, I really do like you."

Skye smiled, she had her eyes closed throughout their whole conversation and he wished she had not, for he wanted to see what she truly feels through it. "Oh, Skye," He pulled her head in and kissed her hair, Coulson muttered, "You went through so much. I promise you, I will make sure you don't have to add on to your list."

And he wished again, that she had heard him say that for he heard a soft snoring from the face burrowed in his neck. Coulson chuckled, and soon after he sighed, "What a person, you have become."

[three days later]

"No, I am not going trekking if they asked us to tag along." Andrew argued with Coulson.

"Come on. You were the one who engaged an interaction with them first!" Coulson scolded Andrew in return.

"Well, I am sorry but I don't seem to like Mrs Roberts, okay?"

"Why?"

"Because- Never mind." Andrew settled down on his bed.

"Come on. We've got our things ready. And you were the one who insisted on going trekking today, anyway."

"Well, that was before Julie invited us to tag along."

"Come on. It's not nice for us to turn down their offer. Skye is already waiting for you. She wants to ride the bike instead today. I'm going to put our bags inside Lola. The Roberts are waiting for us, Ryan." "Fine. I'm doing this just because I have to keep an eye on you both." Andrew stomped out of the cabin.

The Roberts in their SUV, Andrew and Skye on the rented motorbike and Coulson in Lola, all of them travelled, although not far down in their respective vehicles and when they reached, their items in hand, Julia paired up with Andrew, John with Coulson, whereas Skye was joined by the two younger Roberts, "So, how long have you two been together?"

Whereas Coulson and John were leading them up the trail, sharing stories of their work, Andrew tolerated with Julia, "But why are you always wherever Skye goes? Like why do you have to go wherever she went?"

Andrew replied flatly, "Working with the government tends to make you gain you lots of enemies. And Skye is an asset to the organisation. I was tasked by my director to keep an eye on her."

"What? Phil can't do that? I thought he is her boyfriend?"

"Well, apparently, the organisation knows that, and it is giving them more reasons to provide extra protection for Skye. Phil emphasised to me to always keep an eye on her as well. He would love to go wherever Skye goes but he knows he has to give her own space as well." Like if you could give me space as well, Andrew mentally scolded her.

And throughout their trail, Andrew kept close to Skye, making sure he does his job and partly because he felt bugged by Julia.

"Why aren't you walking with your girlfriend?" John noticed.

Coulson smiled, my girlfriend, proud at that label, although he did not quite like the term 'label' - made it sound like a grocery item. "I like to give her own space." "She likes her own space?"

"I just thought it'd be nice to give her that. If I were to do it my way, I would have brought her all over the world and meet all the different people." "But she didn't want that?"

"She loved that. But it's the job. The organisation wants to keep her within their view, you see. And she tends to get into a lot of trouble."

"She's a cheerful one."

"Yeah," Coulson took a glance at Skye, hiding a smile that was forming, "I hope she will always be."

As they sat down together for a break, Andrew joined up with Skye and the younger Roberts, as he was told to by Coulson earlier on when he was briefing, "Stay with her during any breaks. That girl likes to wander off on her own."

"Andy! Do you happen to bring any play cards?" Skye asked as she sat on a rock in between Suzanne and David.

"Nope." Andrew sat on the ground, "Sorry."

"They were just asking me, Andy," Skye pulled out her bottle to drink, "Have you got a girlfriend?"

Andrew flinched, "Uh, no. Not in a while."

David tilted his head, "What do you mean, not in a while?"

Andrew resisted himself from fidgeting, praying so hard they would change the topic but they waited for his reply, "Not since my second year after joining the organisation."

"Did you guys fall out?" Suzanne asked.

But Skye noticed Andrew was somehow hurt by the question, "Okay. Maybe you can just tell us how she was like?" Andrew's faces changed, a tinge of sadness, a tinge of love left behind and the bit of memory, he looked at Skye, "She was a lot like you."

"Me?" Skye's eyes widened, followed by the younger Roberts'.

"Okay, I know I've only known you for a while but I just thought you reminded me of her."

"What was her name?" David sat beside him.

"Kelsi." Andrew continued to look at Skye, recalling the memories the face brought back to him, "Kelsi Baines. She was a tough girl, very determined. But she always get into trouble. She has this tendency to go against the authority."

"Was she part of the organisation?" Suzanne asked.

"Oh, no. No. She's a consultant. Just like Skye is. But she doesn't do what Skye does. She gathered information through her own resources. She has a network of people from all over the place that can provide her with information."

"How did you guys meet?"

Andrew smiled of reminiscence, his gaze far away, "She was my childhood sweetheart."

That night after they came back, Coulson cleaned up Lola a bit, wiping her surfaces as Skye took a shower. When he saw Andrew by the rocks by himself, he put down the cloth and went up to his partner, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

"You haven't been yourself since we came back."

"One can never truly be themselves, can we?" Andrew didn't even pulled his sight off the sea.

"What is it?" Coulson sat beside him.

"I don't know. When you loved someone, no matter how long it had been since you last see them, do you still actually love them or is it just a memory that breaks your heart?"

Coulson sighed, "Are you talking about Baines? Kelsi?"

Andrew turned to Coulson, tears started to form in his eyes, "I didn't get to save her. I was never there for her."

Coulson diverted his gaze to the sea, not bearing to remember how broken Andrew had once been, "It wasn't your fault. She didn't want to be saved. And we couldn't save her. You know we would if we could."

"WE DIDN'T TRY HARD ENOUGH!" Andrew yelled at Coulson, making the latter to only flinch for he understood that Andrew was just letting out his suppressed anger at himself, "I didn't try hard enough. I was too caught up with missions. I should have been there with her during her last days. I should have turned down all of them. I should have been there with her and stop her from pulling off her tube."

"Andy," Coulson placed a hand over his shoulder, "She didn't want to be saved."

"It was just cancer. Why must she give up on her own life?" Andrew's voice started to shake, "Why must she give up? Why can't she realise that there are others who won't give up on her?"

Coulson sighed, realising that he had been to that point before, giving up on his life, but only to be brought back by those who would not let him go. He gave an answer, in which was only a reply from his point of view and a reflection from the position he had once been, "Sometimes, people give up because they thought that they had done their best. Sometimes, they give up because they thought that there is nothing else for them to contribute, that they had done enough. Sometimes, they give up because they thought that everybody would appreciate what they have done."

Andrew wiped his tears away as Coulson continued, "But sometimes they forget that they will leave behind the lives they had touched, the hearts they once held and the company they once filled. Sometimes, they forget about the people who cared for them, that still wants them in their lives - the ones still not willing to let go, the ones who believed that they still deserved to live. But they failed to realise that they are only leaving behind shreds of the pieces if the broken hearts of their own doing."

Andrew hung his head, "Do I miss her or do I still love her? Or have I moved on?" Coulson realised that he was asking those questions about his cellist to himself too and he wondered if she asked herself the same.

Does she still miss him? Does she still love him? Or has she moved on?

"I'm sorry, Andy. You know I don't have an answer for that." Coulson realised that he was torn in two. He himself could not understand if he still loved her or has he moved on now, realising that that part of his life was over. Well, this is literally his new life. So, does he hold on and go back to the old memory? Or does he remember them but move on with his new one?

As the two sat quietly by the rocks, both broken-hearted and confused, Skye sat on her bed and drowned herself with the questions she had been asking for so long, does Coulson really, genuinely, like her? If so, how? In what manners does he like her? For she worries, that the only reason he was attracted to her was that he was having a mid-life crisis - because he felt unsure of himself that resulted him to surround himself with company younger than himself. Or was he seeking for the need to balance out his work-life and love-life?

Hell, she had heard Julie rambling on to Andrew, how she was way too young for Coulson. And that had bugged her because she would not want people to see her as hooking up with a sugar daddy. And it also bugged her that if he had seen her no more than a daughter figure. Skye even doubted her own feelings - is it more than just an attraction she felt towards Coulson? Or is she just seeing him as no more than a father figure for she have not had a real example of what a father figure was supposed to be like. But if she truly loved - did she thought love? - the only thing that bugged her was that have Coulson really moved on? If has not, is he ready to move on? From a love story he himself has to put blood to end it, Coulson would have a hard time trying to forgive himself from it.

In the end, the three of them pondered over the same question - are they ready to move on? And they went to sleep, with a mask on that portrays that they were all fine, but in truth, they were all doubtful, full of questions but without the slightest bit of an answer.

A/N: So, it will be what it is as I left it as it is! And yes! I will say thank you for the reviews each and every single time I see new ones! So, here I go out the door ! ^^