Well, this is not the best of my writing. It might sound sloppy. But since all of us are only bothered to have a good dose of Skoulson, I hope you would like this anyways. Still shocked by the Finale. I LOVED how Coulson let Skye drive Lola. I am dying! Your comments are most welcome.

Disclaimer: These characters are not mine.

The assembly room was dark and silent as any grave could ever be. The President of the United States of America was seated uncomfortably between Deathlock and the President of the Republic of China. Secretary-General of the United Nations, Takese Yoshida, looked… blank. Rose Blackthrone, the Prime Minister of United Kingdom, still looked quite flabbergasted by the entrance of Silver Surfer. Beast and Hulk, who were in their original looks, added much to the horrifying grandeur of the moment. Number of Presidents, Prime Ministers and Chancellors were sulking at this audience over Skype. Thor was still trying to figure out to click which button for which in 'The Other Line' (the Universal version of LINE) and he was not much happy about the connection or the fact that he had to appear in front of a bizarre group of humans, Inhumen, X-men, god knows what they call themselves.

The Director of SHIELD was chairing the assembly. Fitz and Simmons looked nervous. May…unreadable. Hunter was scrutinizing the gathering.

Coulson was feeling dazed and sleepy. Great! The earth and the human race is nearing Let-us-find-out-who-extinct-first and he, the Director of SHIELD is sleepy. And why?

Coulson didn't sleep well. As usual. He kept thinking of Skye, every few seconds checking out to see the miniature model and make sure it has not exploded into a poodle or something. He had already figured out that it was not really a communication device but some sort of a signal receiver. It seemed quite the same every time Coulson had a long look at wondering when Skye drop a message or whatever the signal to assure him that she is alive and well. Coulson would have dialed Nick Fury; the man himself, but then changed his mind. He did not want Nick Fury hiding from an alien behind a door and get caught because he could not, not- think of Skye. The end result was Coulson was up most of the night and the rest he dreamt good deal of Skye, dying in ten thousand horrible methods. Being haunted is one thing, but being haunted by someone who is pretty much alive, seemed one of the worst things that could happen to a man. Falling in love should be the direst one!

"I am grateful that all of you have been quite cooperative and very understanding of the latest alien-scenario. As you all know a city-size alien airship is speeding up towards us as we speak. It is probable that they will hit hard New York first." Coulson said.

"Hump! All the aliens in the universe hits New York City the first. I can't see who is more swollen headed. The Americans or the Aliens!" snarled the Russian President.

"Mr. President," Coulson was in I-mean-business mode and was quite irritated that it was no way an end- -of-the world and human race- line. "Right now, no blue or pink or rainbow coloured alien do really care about who is American and who is not. We look the same for them and I am pretty sure in whatever the colour they come in, every one of them would look and be equally nasty in our eyes. Unless of course it is a friendly Azgaurdian." Coulson added, seeing Thor attempting to word his idea of different-coloured-aliens.

The other Presidents, for much of Coulson's delight, choose not to comment on their domestic disagreements.

"This is what we are going to do," Coulson continued. "We have Avengers already closing down the Free-way-portal of No-Visa-or-Passport that suddenly appeared in the Garden. Considering that they find it and possibly close it completely, it will take them more than an hour to reach New York, where as our little Alien ship would hit New York in half the time. So, it is up to us now to hold the ground until the Avengers walk in and turn the tide for us. And we have to understand that this Airship is one big bundle of surprises. We do not have a clue as to what their weapons are. So as you are thinking right now, we are pretty messed up."

"Magnito and Xavier are strengthening the protection of the city and a hundred kilometer radius, as we speak." Beast grunted. "We have our best warriors defending the front line…."

"Hulk and I will be there to meet the first lucky alien who dare to set its foot on ground." Silver Surfer added his comment.

"Yes, and I will be there as well. But the problem is whether they would land at all." Beast said.

"Well it is the job of Storm and Flash to create a devastating storm that even an alien airship can't handle and must land."

The Russian President coughed which sounded a lot like, 'Tough Luck'

Coulson did not bother. This is one of the extreme situations. So the tactics should be extreme as never told me that one needs an over imaginative mind to be a good SHIELD Director. If I was able to make a deal with the Grant Ward-ish devil himself, I can't see why I cannot count on some very-nutty-but-intending-good-Xmen.

"We have the Green Arrow, the Red Arrow, the Spiderman, the Superman, the Batman and the Fantastic Four to lessen the Casualties. I think even Atom would be there IF of course he gets his suit properly repaired." May reported. She didn't seem to like the idea somehow. Only God knows why.

"How many –Mans are there exactly? Isn't Banana man also one of them?" Coulson asked.

"Nah, he is just a story….a cartoon." Hunter chuckled.

"Who wasn't a cartoon?" mumbled Coulson. "Some people still believe that I am a comic character!"

And the assembly continued. Apart from the arguing part, nothing much was said. Coulson was becoming more and more agitated.

He needed to know that Skye was safe.

He has put his life on the line to save her for so many times and he did not want some alien humbug to mess with her.

Beep.

Beep. Beep.

The miniature model made some weird sound making Coulson jump.

It got the audience' attention. Wonderful! Now how am I going to talk to her?

If it is not Skye, I will eat my boot…Hunter thought. Nobody can

Not a problem.

"Excuse me gentleman. I….. I need to use the rest room."

Is THAT even an excuse? Hunter chocked. If I could just disappear like Gordon did.

He watched Coulson running out from the auditorium as a mad man who wanted to pee so badly.

"Skye!"

"Skye!"

"SKYE! Talk to me."

"Coulson, thank God."

Skye's voice finally boomed from the miniature model. It calmed Coulson down.

"Skye, Jesus. What took you so long to contact me? It's been days. Are you all right?"

"Coulson, yeah…. I guess we are good. We are almost done with the Garden, but it seems the alien ship would hit New York before we could reach you. I wanted to see if you are doing alright….."

Silence.

"I mean, I wanted to make sure that you guys are doing well."

Silence.

"Skye, are you really alright?"

"YES!"

"Good."

"Coulson I….. I ….. will you guys be able to hold on until we reach you? Or should I ask Stark to fly me earlier?"

"No Skye, We are good." Coulson smiled. He could take ten alien ships if Skye is doing good….. (and concerned so deeply about him.)

"Will hope you come home safe, Skye. Assuming that there would be a home left."

"There will be….."

Coulson froze. His heart suddenly didn't care of beating.

"You are my home."

Coulson stood against the wall, his head swimming. Did I hear her right? Did she say that I am her HOME? Does she feels the same…. No…no way. She must have meant that I was like her parent….Everyone else seems to think so…If she knew that I am having all these thoughts, she might think I am…. What? I am a filthy man…a dirty mind. Oh, God I wish I am dead. Or stayed dead.

My heart….It aches for you Skye. I just hate myself. If only Grant didn't broke her into pieces…..I could have just kept my feelings to myself. She could have been happy, but that son of a bitch had to go and blow everything up. How it hurts…..

"COULSON! Are you listening to me?" Skye's voice thundered from the miniature model. "Are you all right? What happened? Coulson?"

"I…. I am here….Skye. Just come home alright? I gotta go, I am in a bloody Universal meeting and I my excuse was that I needed to use the rest room. They are not very imaginative people, but they might think that the SHIELD Director is stuck in a bathroom."

Skye chuckled.

Oh, there goes the dreamy smile….

Hunter, who had come to see what's up with his boss, saw Coulson smiling to the nothingness. That should definitely be Skye talking to him.

"Boss, the Presidents are getting uneasy. And your excuse was not a very or a tactical one at all."

Hunter saw Coulson hiding something in his jacket pocket. Hunter beamed, he couldn't help cracking a joke when he knew it should be Skye talking to Coulson.

"Was it your girlfriend?" Hunter asked eyeing the jacket pocket.

"No, the call was from home."