GLADES Chapter 5: Fight For You, a Glades + Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Crossover fanfic

G.L.A.D.E.S.

Disclaimer:
Y'all know the drill.

Rating:
T

Genre:
Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Pairings:
Coulsye
Shawkeye

Lyrics Used:
Pia Mia [feat Chance the Rapper] "Fight For You"

I'll Fight For You Tonight

We take each other's faults | We know the way to use it all | The world can't turn enough | It never changes up for us

We're both fighting here | Keep on fighting, yeah | Can't stop this time | Tell it, tell it when it's done

"I don't care how many hoops you have to jump through!" Shaelynn barked at the other person on the other of the line. "Listen to me, this woman has suffered long enough! Make. This. Happen! That's an order!" She barked, slamming the phone down on the desk next to her.

"Director Fury?" Phil asked, a little more hopefully than he'd originally intended.

"Uh-no." Shaelynn replied, quickly. "No, it was...it was something else…"

"Shaelynn…" Coulson warned. Now was not the time for her to be keeping secrets from him.

"It's nothing." She assured him, confidently. "Just another project I'm working on with the Avengers."

"Then, why can't you apprise me of the situation?" Coulson asked innocently. He always knew when the specialist was hiding something.

"Because it doesn't pertain to you." Shaelynn replied, simply.

"Bullshit." Coulson challenged. "If it's taking your focus away from Ian Quinn, then it does pertain to me!" He argued. Tensions were running high all through The Bus and he was in no mood for games. Closing in on his former partner, Phil stood directly in her face as he hissed "I brought you on this plane to do a job-"

"And, I've done that job." Shaelynn interjected, fiercely, completely unfazed by her partner's temper. "You wanted Ian Quinn dead. He's dead. My job is done." She hissed, backing her former partner up against his desk. "My only job now is moral support while you try to save your hacker. Until such a time as we're able to actually do something for her, I will thank you to kindly back the fuck off of me." Having said her piece, Shaelynn stormed out of the office.

"What was all that about?" Jim asked, curiously, watching his daughter storming out of her former partner's office.

"Phil walked in on the tail end of my conversation with Stark." Shaelynn sighed. "I hate hiding things from him-God knows far too many people have already hidden far too many things from him."

"Why are you hiding this from him, anyway?" Jim asked, curiously.

"Because..." Shae replied. "This whole thing is really all about Skye. I mean, it's her life we're changing. I really feel like she needs to be the first to know about this..." She added, her voice sounding tired. "How would you feel if someone did something like this for you and everybody else around you knew about it before you did?"

Jim had to admit. His daughter had a good point. "Yeah, I suppose you're right." He conceded, finally.

"Of course I am..." Shaelynn replied, smugly. "I'm always right."

"Guest House is not a S.H.I.E.L.D. facility." Phil spoke, loading his gun as he and Agents Ward, Fitz, and Barton prepared to venture into the Guest House in search of the treatment to save Skye. "We don't know who or what's in there. Be prepared for potential resistance." He warned.

"No contact from the inside?" Barton questioned.

"We've tried every known channel." May replied. "No response."

Shaelynn Longworth did not like the sound of that at all. She was even less pleased about not going in, herself, to have her partner's back. But, Phil had nearly begged her to stay with May and Jemma while they looked after Skye. She knew he trusted her to keep his beloved hacker safe while they were in potentially hostile territory. And, she would not fail him.

"Could be abandoned." Ward offered, hoping to lighten the palpable tension in the air.

"Hope not." Phil replied, trying just a little too hard to keep his voice light as he continued arming himself. "We need the people inside to work on Skye."

"Simmons is prepping Skye to move at a moment's notice, sir." Leo reported.

"Shae can help with that." Barton offered, grinning at his handler. "She's had med-tech training..." He added.

"And, it also doesn't hurt that my step-mother also gave me a crash course in moving critical patients." Shae added, smugly. The grateful look in Coulson's eyes did not go unnoticed as she responded with a warm smile and touch of the arm.

"Good." Coulson replied. "We do our jobs right, this could all go peacefully."

"What if they don't wanna help us?" Ward asked, voicing the question that nobody else dared to ask.

"I'll say 'pretty please'." Barton decided, brandishing a rather sizable machine gun.

"We need the doctors alive...and the place intact..." Coulson warned, firmly. "If it does go sideways, Fitz, I need you down there to determine what Simmons can use to help Skye. And, then we take it. Let's move."

Stopping her archer on his way out, Shaelynn made one last plea. "Look after him." Her eyes belied the concern her voice so skillfully hid. "I know you all can take care of yourselves but just-"

"I know." He replied, warmly. "And, I will." He added, pausing for a quick peck on the lips.

"Thanks." Shae replied, honestly. "And, you be careful, yourself. I don't want anything happening to you, either..." She added, stepping directly in front of him and resting a hand on his chest. "'Cause, ya know...I kinda like you..."

"BARTON!" Coulson called from the end of the ramp. "LET'S MOVE!"

"I gotta go." Clint spoke gently. "Everything's gonna be all right." He assured her. "I'll make it all right..."

As a shrill bell rang through the air, the security guards shared a confused expression. "Company?" One of them questioned, glancing through the security camera.

"Nothin's scheduled for weeks..." The other supplied. "Try the protocol."

"How was the drive from Istanbul?" The first guard asked, over the intercom.

"Counter sign..." Coulson deduced.

"No clue." Barton responded.

"Never heard it." Ward added.

"I can't find it in any of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s protocol directives." Fitz elaborated.

Looking back up at the security camera, Phil decided to go for broke. "This is Agent Coulson with S.H.I.E.L.D. We don't know the counter, but, we have a team member in dire need of medical assistance. We know she can be treated here. Open the doors, maybe we can work something out. Do you copy?"

"How was the drive from Istanbul?"

Ward and Barton exchanged suggestive glances as Coulson replied "We're looking for medical assistance." As he continued, his voice took on a more desperate tone. "A person's life is at stake. Will you help us?"

"How was the drive from Istanbul?"

"'Pretty please' it is..." Barton decided, nodding at Ward who shot out the security camera before Leo began drilling into the door panel.

"These guys are good." The second guard observed as he and his partner suited up to take on the intruders. "Hacked their way in."

"How the hell'd they find this place?" The first guard wondered.

"Doesn't matter." The second guard replied. "Didn't know the counter. You want left or right?"

"Left's good." The first guard replied.

"There's...an anti-chamber and a set of glass doors." Fitz explained, surveying the scene through his camera. "Can't see much beyond that. Lights are all out."

"Well..." Coulson began. "They know we're comin'...Let's go say 'hello'..."

Ward was the first to jump down into the empty elevator-weapon drawn. "CLEAR!" He called, signaling the rest of the team to join him.

Barton jumped down next, with his own weapon drawn. Followed by Coulson. "Okay, Simmons, we're going in, now." Fitz spoke through his comm. "Simmons?" He repeated, still receiving no response. "Damn it." He cursed under his breath. Joining Barton, Ward, and Coulson in the elevator, he turned to Coulson. "Comms are down. There's too much mountain on top of us."

"Trust me, it's better." Barton replied. "You don't want them to hear the horrible death we're walking into." He joked. Judging by the look in Leo's eyes, the joke was not well-received. "Humor, son..." He explained. "You Britts are too serious." The archer decided. "Besides, if the job was easy-" He began only to have Ward finish his sentence.

"It wouldn't be any fun..." The specialist supplied, smirking ever so slightly.

"I'm not afraid." Leo countered, moving to the front of the pack as he lead the way out of the elevator as Coulson watched him, proudly. "Not yet. I suspect the real danger won't happen until we breach that bullet-proof glass." The engineer surmised. Glancing around, Fitz noted a possible exit. "Probably a staircase back to the surface." He pointed out.

"What do you think, Fitz?" Coulson asked, shifting his gaze between the engineer and the panel on the door. "Can you get us inside?"

"To a certain horrible death?" Fitz joked. "Absolutely." He replied, more solemnly. Extracting the panel cover, the engineer connected some of his own wires. "Okay, sir, just say the word."

"Once we get inside, everybody find cover." Phil ordered. "All right, gentlemen, here we go..." He added, with a nod to Fitz.

On Coulson's cue, Fitz entered the command to open the door. Entering the darkened laboratory, Coulson, Barton, Ward and Fitz all found their cover as the doors slid closed behind them. Once the doors closed, the team was met with immediate gunfire. Ducking their heads, the group waited for a pause in the fire before Coulson called out "We came for medical assistance. But, if you keep firing on us, we will defends ourselv-" Though, his warning was cut short by more gunfire.

"I count two hostiles." Ward declared.

"Copy that!" Barton responded. "Ready?"

With a silent confirmation, Coulson, Ward and Barton all began returning fire. Barton going down, first, as a bullet clipped his shoulder. "You got one of those little flashy things?" Coulson asked, turning to Fitz.

"Of course." The engineer replied, reaching into his bag and passing the aforementioned 'little flashy thing' to Coulson.

Activating the device, Coulson tossed it in the air as he called out "Ward!" On his leader's command, Ward slid across the floor on his back, opening fire on the newly blinded hostiles. Raising his good arm, Barton opened fire as well as Coulson joined in the fray.

Diving across a table, Barton grabbed one of the hostiles' gun-hand before disabling him with a bullet in his chest. Dropping his hostile, Barton called out "CLEAR!"

"See if you can get some lights on." Phil ordered, turning to Fitz.

Retrieving his hostile's ID, Barton dropped it back down on the dead guard's body. "No hard feelings, Bob..." He offered, sarcastically.

Upon examining the rest of the area, Ward called "CLEAR! We're not done." He pointed out, noting the patch of blood on the floor. "This one's hit."

"Shouldn't be too hard to find." Coulson replied.

Following the trail of blood, Ward and Coulson found the wounded hostile slumped against the wall. Shining his light in the hostile's face, Coulson waited while Ward kicked the man's gun out of his reach before moving his light as he crouched down next to the guard. "We're going to get you medical help." He offered, while extracting the set of keys from the guard's pocket. "Is anyone else down here? Where are the doctors?" He demanded.

"Med staff doesn't stay here..." The guard responded, groggily.

"We're looking for a drug. GH three-two-five. It might help you, too." Coulson countered.

"Do I...kn-know you?" The guard asked, weakly.

"I dunno..." Coulson admitted. "I mighta spent some time, here, a while back..."

"Then, you know about...the timer..." The guard replied, rapidly losing consciousness.

Before Coulson could say or do anything further, Barton shouted out "WE GOT A PROBLEM!"

Returning to the lab they'd first entered, Ward and Coulson heard Barton describe the situation. "Syntax." He stated, simply, eying the explosives all around the lab. "The whole place is rigged to blow."

"There's enough explosives to bring the whole mountain down on top of us." Fitz added.

"Sir..." Ward interjected, holding up the timer on the table. "Less than ten minutes. It's probably a fail-safe. If the guards had eliminated us, they would have stopped the timer.

"Since they didn't..." Phil stated, letting the message hang in the air.

"It's some kind of emergency override." Fitz pointed out. "Skye could probably get past it, but, I can't hack the panel which means we're trapped in here."

"Ward, you can disarm nuclear bombs..." Phil pointed out. "Figure out a way to get us outta here." He ordered. "Let's go find the drug." He added, turning to Fitz.

Following Coulson down some sort of darkened hallway, Fitz was the first to speak. "Sir, this is some sort of medical facility..."

"Yep." Phil conceded. "But, if nobody's here, it won't do us any good."

"Tough when it's your team." Jim conceded, standing next to Jemma, staring through the window of Skye's ICU pod. "You guys go back a-ways?" He asked, curiously, turning to the bio-chemist.

"Not really." Jemma conceded. "Few months."

Looking at the young bio-chemist, Jim couldn't help feeling a strange sense of pride in her for everything she'd accomplished since her friend had been shot. Hell, Skye's made it this far all because of her...

"We've nothing in common..." Jemma continued. "Couldn't be more different."

"But, you can't imagine your life without her..." The homicide detective concluded. He could relate to that. It was the same for him and Callie. Granted, this was different as Jemma wasn't in love with Skye. But, he understood the feeling of having someone in your life that was so completely your polar opposite that you come to rely on them to keep your own wits about you.

Looking up at the detective, Jemma couldn't believe how well he understood the situation. Here he was, a complete outsider-a perfect stranger-and she couldn't believe how well he related to her position. "Yes." She breathed. She couldn't believe he was so suddenly becoming her confidant. Though, she supposed it was because of how well he reminded her of her own father. "You've experienced that, Detective Longworth?"

"I have." Jim replied, honestly. "Sometimes, a person takes you by surprise."

"Yeah..." Jemma breathed, smiling ever so slightly as she turned back to the window.

Returning his own gaze to the hacker in the bed, Jim replied "She's very lucky to have you." And, that was the truth. Jemma had been solely responsible for keeping her alive, this long. Granted, the surgeons at the trauma zentrum in Zurich had played a role. But, where they'd given up on her, Jemma hadn't. She still wanted to keep fighting. Jim had to admire that. "Ya know...If anything bad ever happens to me..." He paused, turning back to the young woman by his side. "I hope you're in my corner, too..." He finished with a proud smile. He could see so much of Shaelynn in the bio-chemist.

"Comms are down." Ma y reported, interrupting the strange, father-daughter scene.

"If we don't hear anything from them within the hour, May and I are going after them." Shaelynn interjected, stepping up by the pilot's side.

Before either Jim or Jemma could say or do anything, all eyes snapped to the pod as the machines went crazy while Skye began convulsing, choking on the ventilator tube in her throat. "Skye's coding!" Jemma cried, throwing the door to the pod open. "All of you! Now!" She ordered.

Immediately following the orders, Melinda, Jim and Shaelynn all raced into the pod. "How can we help?!" May cried.

"I NEED A UNIT OF EPI!" Jemma shouted.

"Got it!" Jim declared, inserting the syringe into the flesh of the hacker's leg while Jemma continued chest compressions.

Locating a door labeled 'VIEWING', Coulson couldn't stop himself from cautiously entering the room. Stepping up to a large glass window, Phil's blood ran cold as he realized the window overlooked the operating room where his memories had been altered.

"Don't." Suddenly, Phil was right back on the operating table. "Please, let me die. LET ME DIE!"

Phil had been so engrossed in his flashback, he'd never noticed the engineer at his side. "Is...that...where..." The engineer asked, cautiously.

"Yeah..." Phil breathed, still staring at the table down below. Finally, his mind returned to the unwitting owner of his newly repaired heart. And, her dire situation. Wrenching himself away from the window to his hell, Phil turned to leave as Fitz soon followed.

Turning the timer over in his hands, Ward knew he'd never be able to disable all the explosives in the compound. Time for Plan B...He decided. "Timer doesn't detonate the explosion..." He observed. "It's just a clock. Detonator must be somewhere else."

"It's not in here." Barton interjected. "Or I'd have found it. There's no time to search the whole compound. Maybe we could take some Syntax. Use it on the doors." He offered, moving to claim the aforementioned explosives.

Finally locating the first promising lead they'd had since they landed, Phil was about to turn the knob on a door labeled 'BIOHAZARD CONTAINMENT' when Fitz spoke "Sir...Are you sure-" However, Coulson ignored his warnings and continued turning the wheel until the door finally opened. Entering the room, Fitz spoke again. "We should put suits on before we go in there." He warned, taking a suit from the table before them.

"You're right." Phil conceded. "But, there's no time." He argued, opening the door to the lab are. Exploring the lab, the two operatives tried not to be too disturbed by the various jars on the shelves and their respective contents.

"Wish I could speak to Simmons." Fitz mused. "She'd know what most of this stuff is." He added as Phil continued pilfering through the various shelves and cabinets and miscellaneous containers. "Or...at least..what stuff, not to touch..." He mused, forbiddingly. Helping his boss rummage through the myriad of jars and containers, he couldn't escape the feeling of searching for a needle in a haystack. Finally, Coulson hit on something.

"Fitz." The senior agent barked, pointing to a locked glass cabinet. "Over there." Following his boss' trail, the engineer visually searched the contents of the cabinet.

"I don't see any 'GH'..." He observed. "Agent Coulson..." He added, drawing the senior agent's attention as he pointed to a lock on the cabinet. "It's locked."

"Here." Coulson offered, presenting the keys he'd taken from the dead guard. "Put these on." He ordered, handing the tech operative a pair of gloves while he worked the keys in the lock. As he slid the door open, Ward intruded on the scene.

"Time to go." The specialist declared. "We couldn't stop it." He added, reluctantly admitting defeat. "Four minutes and counting-"

"Almost got it..." Fitz mused, sliding a cylindrical tube out of its resting place.

"Syntax are in here as well." Ward mused, taking in the sights around him.

"This is it!" Fitz declared triumphantly. "Three-two-five." He confirmed, extracting the vial they needed. "This is what we want." He added, holding it up for the senior agent and the specialist to see.

"Okay, go!" Phil ordered. "Get it up to Simmons."

As Fitz took off to take the drug back to The Bus, Ward noticed Phil seemed to be distracted. "Sir." He spoke, trying to draw the man's attention.

"I'll be right behind you." Phil replied, still staring at something in front of him, slowly moving toward it. "Go!" He barked, as the specialist made the utilitarian decision to leave. Stepping up to the door that had caught his eye, Phil read the big bold anagram spray-painted on it. 'T.A.H.I.T.I.' This room could potentially answer every question he'd ever had about his resurrection. Removing the case in front of it, he moved to open the door.

"Three minutes." Ward announced.

"Have you worked, much, with ammunitions, Agent Fitz?" Barton asked, turning to the engineer. "Explosives are a fascinating specialty..." The archer mused, fastening aforementioned explosives to the base of the door. "Very exacting...Too big a concussion could trigger a chain reaction...Bury us like fossils for a thousand years..." He continued, his voice hauntingly nonchalant as Fitz moved away from the door. "Guess we don't have to worry about The Clairvoyant finding this place." He added, putting the final touches on the arrangement. "Agent Ward!" He called, moving himself and Fitz to a safe distance. "You do the honors."

"Thought you'd never ask." Ward replied, smugly, drawing his hand gun as he fired a shot at the explosives, detonating them and blowing the doors open. As he and Agent Barton struggled to slide the shattered doors aside, Ward asked Fitz "Can you slip through?" Once the engineer nodded his head in the affirmative, he added "Go!"

"Get that drug up there!" Barton shouted, as Fitz took off at a dead run.

"Coulson!" Ward called, noting the senior agent's absence.

"Where the hell is he?!" Barton demanded. "PHIL!" The archer shouted, searching for his friend. Turning to Ward, he added "Go with Fitz. Make sure that drug gets to the girl!" He ordered.

"Agent Barton." Ward countered, before being shut down.

"Go with the girl!" Clint repeated, taking off in search of his old friend. He'd already lost him once. He'd be damned if he'd lose him, again.

"Weak, erratic heart rate...Each time we save her, I ask myself..." Jemma began, sighing lightly. "Is this what Skye would want?" She asked, allowing the question to hang in the air a moment.

"We didn't come this far to quit!" May argued, firmly.

Before anything else could be said, the comms flicked to life, statically. "They're alive, maybe we can-" Jemma began, hopefully, before Skye began convulsing again as Jim reached out to steady her while Jemma resumed chest compressions.

"Fitz, come in, what's your status?!" May demanded.

Unable to shake images of what he saw in that room, Phil walked mindlessly down the hallway back to his team. Finally, Clint's voice broke through the dark. "Phil!" He called. "Phil, what the hell?!" He demanded, catching up to the senior agent. "Don't start slowin' down! It's about to get real warm in here." The archer's blood ran cold when he saw Phil's eyes widen in horror. "Hey, you with me?!" He asked, frantically, trying to shake the man back to reality. "The guys are already out! They took the drug up to Skye-"

"No!" Phil finally spoke, his voice panicked. "Don't give it to her! The drug?! They can't give it to her!" He cried, his voice rising in panic.

"Calm down, tell 'em yourself when get out of this mountain and off the ground, now, let's GO!" Clint assured him as they took off at a dead run.

Jemma continued the chest compressions as Fitz ran into the pod, brandishing the drug necessary to save their friend. "We found it."

"What is it?!" Jemma demanded, frantically. "And, how much injected where?!"

"May!" Ward barked into the comm. "Get us off the ground or it will fall out from under us!" Heeding the specialist's warning May began firing up the engines for take-off.

Shoving their way through the shattered lab doors, Phil and Clint climbed the stairs out of the compound two at a time before running for their lives toward The Bus. The pair of agents scarcely made it through the cargo bay door as the mountain behind them blew seconds after the plane left the ground.

"NO!" Coulson cried, storming into the pod. "Don't give it to her!" He added, just as Jemma pulled the needle out of Skye's skin.

"I was losing her, anyway. What harm could it do?!" Jemma asked as the group all waited on baited breath for a reaction. As the rest of the team watched the monitors, Jim turned to the woman in the bed.

"Come on, sweetheart..." He pleaded, tears stinging his eyes. In that moment, he knew he and Shaelynn had made the right decision. He just hoped and prayed that Skye would live long enough to see said decision. "Come on..." He whispered as his voice cracked and broke while Shaelynn wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he took the hacker's lifeless hand in his own.

Watching the exchange, Coulson almost felt a twinge of jealousy until he realized that the detective's actions were that of a father pleading for his daughter's life. In that moment, the slightest ghost of a smile almost tugged at his lips.

"I'll be God-damned..." Shaelynn breathed, as the hacker's vital signs stabilized on the monitors.

"Seconded." Jim agreed, looking up at the monitor to see what his other daughter had been talking about.

"It's working..." Barton surmised.

However, the relief was short-lived as the woman in the bed before them suddenly crashed again. Every person's blood in the room ran cold as Skye gasped and her head fell back as her chest rose in arch off of the bed and her entire body convulsed. Turning their gaze to the monitor, they all watched her heart rate spiked off the charts.

"She's spiking!" May cried.

"No..." Phil and Jim both breathed in shaky unison.

"Stop it!" Shaelynn cried. "How can we stop it?!" She demanded as Jemma stroked Skye's hair in a feeble attempt to calm her friend.

"SKYE!" Jim cried, desperate to save the daughter he'd only just gained moments ago.

"What's happening?" Phil asked, quietly.

"I don't know..." Jemma admitted, brokenly. Looking down into the face of the sister she'd never known she'd wanted, bio-chemist could only cry helplessly as she watched her die right before her eyes.

"Skye!" Phil cried, willing the hacker to pull through.

"Do something!" Leo demanded. "We have to do something!"

"No..." Shae breathed, her voice shaky and watery with emotion as she watched her new sister dying right before her very eyes. Come on, Skye...Fight, damn it, FIGHT! She silently begged and prayed to whatever deity was listening to save her sister's life. Gathering her courage, Shaelynn carefully asked "May I?" She asked softly.

Numb with fear, Jemma silently moved aside to allow the specialist access to Skye as all eyes fell on Shaelynn as she tenderly stroked the hacker's hair as she leaned down to whisper in her ear something that only Skye could have heard. "Come on, sweetie. You're the only sister I've ever had. And, I will not lose you! Not here. Not like this. Come on, Skye, fight! Phil needs you! You may not know it, but, if we lose you, we lose him, too! His life hinges on yours! So, fight, Skye! You have to fight!" Rising back to her full height, Shaelynn couldn't fight the tears any longer.

Suddenly, all attention was returned to the monitor as Skye fell back on to the bed as another different alarm sounded. Turning to the monitor, the entire group's eyes widened in shock as they watched all the vital signs return to normal levels. "Her heartbeat..." Jemma breathed, in awe. "She's stabilizing..."

"Simmons?" Phil asked, carefully seeking confirmation that the very woman he lived and breathed for was, in fact, living and breathing.

At a loss for words for what had just happened, Jemma could only smile and nod her head in the affirmative.

Eyes widened in shock, Ward turned from side to side, desperately seeking answers. "Someone wanna tell me what we just saw?!"

"Girl's a fighter..." Jim deduced. "What was that stuff you gave her?"

"I don't know all I know is that it worked." Jemma replied, in a rush, after a brief silence.

"You're a real miracle-worker..." The detective smiled, grateful for the bio-chemist's actions to save his daughter's life.

"You did it..." May replied, smiling softly, as she shifted her gaze back and forth between Phil and Shaelynn.

"What'd you say to her?" Phil asked, curiously, as all eyes turned to Shaelynn, unable to do any more than just to stare at his beloved hacker in shock and awe.

"Nothing..." Shaelynn smiled, in relief, wiping the tears from her eyes as she leaned into her father's embrace. "Just what she needed to hear..."

Author's Note:
There it is! Chapter 5! :D Hope you all enjoy! Don't forget to drop me a review!

~Skye Coulson