Hello my dears! Sorry it's taken so long for me to update! I've been a little bit lazy lately :P I'll definately try to get the next chapter out sooner! The song lyrics are from Stay with Me by Sam Smith. Enjoy!

The two friends stayed with Skye for the next hour, rubbing her back and whispering comforting thoughts to her. After a while, May looked over at Coulson and noticed he was having a hard time staying awake. She poked him gently and he jumped. She smiled at him and said, "C'mon, Phil. She'll be okay now. We should probably try to get some sleep."

Coulson nodded and stood up, looking down at the sleeping Skye. "Look at her," he said to May, the pain evident in his voice. "She's so young, and has felt so much pain. The poor child." May reached out to squeeze Coulson's hand, but he moved his arm away, and walked out of Skye's room. May followed him, frowning.

"What was that about?" May asked.

"I don't need your pity, May." Coulson said angrily.

May opened her mouth, ready to fight back, then thought better of it and sighed sadly. She looked up at Coulson, "I know this is hard for you, Phil. It's hard for all of us, especially Skye." She gazed at him intensely, "Believe it or not, there is one good thing that came from discovering the city and the Diviner."

Coulson looked at her skeptically, "and what's that?"

May gave him a small smile, "I didn't have to kill you." She brushed a tear away from her cheek, and tried not to let her voice break. "Because I never would have forgiven myself if I did."

"I'm glad you didn't have to kill me as well," Coulson said softly. "I didn't realize it was haunting you so much. I know we had a past, May, but you moved on from me then, and I thought you could do it again now."

May laughed quietly, "I never moved on, Phil. You were the only person I ever truly loved." She continued in a whisper so quiet, Coulson would've thought he imagined her next words if he hadn't seen her mouth move: "And I still do."

Coulson backed away from her, looking afraid. "If you wanted to," she said gently, "we could try again."

Coulson looked at her and, for the first time in ages, saw the Melinda May he had fallen in love with all those years ago. "I want to," he said, and he saw a beautiful smile appear on her face.

"But we're on the same team", he continued. "Our friendship alone is already making our work too personal. It's not setting a great example for the other agents. If we were together, then they might all think it was okay."

May looked at him incredulously. "Are you kidding?" she asked. "It's no secret that Bobbi and Hunter are sleeping together, half the team knew that Ward and I were sleeping together, and it's only a matter of time before Fitzsimmons get together. I think the only one that hasn't had a relationship with a team member is Mack."

"And Skye," Coulson added quickly.

May raised her eyebrows. "Did you forget that her and Ward were a couple?"

Coulson gaped at her. "You're joking…tell me you're joking. How did I not know?"

"Breathe, Phil" May said, amusement creeping into her voice. "Skye said they'd only kissed twice before she found out he was Hydra, and after that, everything that happened was her trying not to blow her cover."

"She told you about this? God, she was actually interested in that monster? Oh my God," he said, looking panicked.

"Relax, Phil." May took his hand, trying to calm him down. "She's an adult…she can make her own decisions." She put her other hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at her. "And so are we. I know we can do this."

He smiled at her, and seemed about to agree, but then a dark look came over his face, and he snapped at her.

"What are you playing at, May? I said I don't need your pity!" He turned away from her angrily, but she grabbed his arm and pulled him back forcefully.

"Who said anything about pity?" she hissed. "Is it so impossible to believe that the Cavalry can actually love someone? You think I'm just saying this to make you feel better about yourself? I'm not you, Coulson!"

Coulson stared at her, surprised. "May, I know you're capable of love. I just saw it back there, when you were comforting Skye." He looked at her ashamedly "I just didn't think it was possible for you…or anyone…to love me."

"And why not?" she asked coldly.

When she raised her eyebrows, waiting for an explanation, he said "I died, May! Who could ever want to be with a dead man?"

"You're not dead, Phil" May whispered to him, her gaze softening. "You're very much alive." Very slowly, she walked up to him, and standing on tiptoe, she pressed her lips against his. Coulson froze in shock, but after a moment, he relaxed, gently returning her kiss. The tears rolling down each of their cheeks mixed, making their kiss taste of salt.

When they finally pulled away, May blushed and murmured "Good night". Coulson watched her walk back to her room. He gazed after her, lost in thought. Nearly fifteen minutes later, a quiet voice from behind him made him jump.

"Coulson?" He turned around to find Skye leaning in her doorway. Her eyes were red, and her hair was a mess. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"I…I was just about to…go work out." Coulson stammered unconvincingly. "You should probably get back to bed…you look exhausted."

Skye smiled weakly at him. "Sleep wasn't going too well. I'm going to take a shower, and maybe I'll join you in the workout area."

"Okay," Coulson said. "Why don't you use the shower in the bathroom connected to my room? It's a little bit more comfortable than the one you and Simmons share."

"Thanks, Coulson" Skye yawned. "See you later."

As he headed downstairs to the training room, Skye stepped back in her room to grab some clothes. She walked towards Coulson's room shaking her head vigorously to try to rid herself of the terrible images she saw in her dreams. She considered stopping in May's room, but decided she wasn't in the mood for a conversation. She just needed a way to release all her emotions.

A couple minutes later, Skye arrived at Coulson's bedroom door. She hesitantly stepped in, looking around. She grinned when she saw the Captain America poster that hung above his bed. Aside from a few very cool Avengers artifacts, Coulson's room looked fairly normal.

As she was passing through his room to get to the shower, she stubbed her toe on something sticking out from under the bed. Swearing quietly, she bend down to see what it was. To her surprise, she pulled out a guitar.

"No way," she whispered, sitting down on the bed and pulling the guitar into her lap. She strummed a chord, smiling. She hadn't touched a guitar in years, since one of her foster parents paid for her lessons. She'd picked up guitar very quickly, but after the family arrangement didn't work out, she'd stopped taking lessons.

She cleared her throat softly and began to sing along with the chords:

Why am I so emotional?

No it's not a good look, gain some self control

And deep down I know this never works

But you can lay with me so it doesn't hurt

Oh, won't you stay with me?

'Cause you're all I need

This ain't love it's clear to see

But darling, stay with me

At the end of the chorus, she broke down into tears. Her chest was heaving with sobs, and she was finding it hard to breathe. Holding her stomach, Skye stood up, sliding the guitar back under the bed. She grabbed her clothes to head to the shower, when she saw a slight movement in the doorway.

"Hey," May said gently. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine" Skye muttered. "Just going to take a shower."

May nodded slowly, "Have you seen Coulson?"

"He said he was going to work out. Why?"

"No reason," May said casually. She cleared her throat loudly, changing the subject, "Take your shower…wash those tears away. During training today, we're going to try something new, okay?"

"Okay."