Because I love you guys and all these reviews, hits, favorites, and follows...I couldn't resist posting this chapter. That plus I've have a few demands to post this chapter ASAP. Here it is, ya'll!

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"Don't Wanna Lose You Now"

"I love you."

"Agent Coulson, we've done all we can. The bullets have been removed and soldered the internal bleeding. She's not out of the woods yet." Dr. Jazuat informed the senior agent before glancing at the rest of the team and bringing her attention back to the distraught man.

"There's gotta be something you can try." Coulson stressed, unable to refrain from letting his emotions get the better of him.

Dr. Jazuat shook her head. "We're not even sure how or why she's still hanging on."

Coulson wanted to say more, but he decided against it. "Thank you, Dr. Jazuat." He spoke in his normal stoic tone.

Jazuat nodded once before turning on her heels and leaving the team behind.

May started to say his name, but he held up a hand to silence her. Wagging his finger in a negative way, he shook his head as he left the team.

Standing across from her room in the narrow hallway, he took vigilance, allowing his other senses pick up the slack for his lower eyesight. Again, he prayed for her survival, running possibilities to try to save his girl.

My girl? Since when? He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

He didn't get time to mull on that. Startled by the sudden shake of the glass door, he briefly wondered what that was all about before his attention turned to his ocean of regrets. The second time it occurred he'd actually stepped up to the glass, inspecting it but finding nothing. Depressed, he pressed a hand against the glass and stared longingly at the woman who somehow taken possession of his heart.

Coulson involuntarily shivered, shaking his head and brushing his ear with his free hand like someone who'd just whispered in his ear, ruffling the short featherlike hairs on his skin. He could've sworn he just heard Skye saying that she would always fight for him and that she loved him.

Hearing footsteps on the metal crate flooring covered by cloth tarp, he turned his head in the directions of the approaching footsteps that belonged to Agent Grant Ward. Feeling like his hand was caught in the cookie jar, Coulson snapped his hand away from glass and stepped back, folding his hands in front of him and returned to his previous spot, staring at Skye.

Crossed arms, Ward stood beside his boss, studying the important man. He could clearly see that Coulson's failed attempts at trying to keep it together.

"It's not your fault, sir." Ward stated unnecessarily.

"Yes, it is. I failed her. Just like I'm failing all of you." Coulson responded, sounding so robotic that even to Ward's ears Coulson sounded foreign.

Ward was determined to get Coulson to see his POV. "Sir." Ward drew Coulson's attention to him. "It is not your fault. Got me?" He spoke in a stern voice that even surprised Coulson.

Despite still feeling extremely guilty, Coulson reluctantly nodded.

"The Clairvoyant and Ian Quinn are to blame." Ward made clear. "They need to be brought down."

Coulson let his temper get the best of him. "How the hell am I supposed to do that, Ward?" He yelled, crossing his arms and giving the man the death glare. "Those assholes seem to be one or…hell even three or four steps ahead of me! The Clairvoyant has an endless amount of people at his disposal to do whatever he or she wants!" Coulson touched the glass again. In a defeated voice, he spoke. "How am I supposed to take down a ghost?"

Ward widened his eyes at the sudden outburst. He wasn't the least bit surprised that the can of underlining anger his boss seemed to stay on top of would eventually pop open. Ward just wasn't expecting it now. "You're forgetting one thing, Sir." Ward held up his pointer finger.

Coulson glared at him with a yeah, well what expression.

"You aren't alone. You built a misfit team who learned to look after their own even if that means disobeying S.H.I.E.L.D. orders. We will do everything in our power to find the asshole who ordered this to be done." Ward pointed at Skye but kept his eyes on Coulson. "The Clairvoyant has numbered days because when Skye recuperates, we'll have our little hacktivist doing her magic. The very same magic that she'd used to find you." Ward tried to get through to the man.

Coulson looked passed Ward, prompting Ward to follow his line of sight, discovering the rest of his team stood at the end, waiting anxiously for some sign to join them. For once, Coulson smiled, feeling the weight of the world lessen on his shoulders. He wasn't alone.

(Okay, so this is where my speculation comes flying in.)

"If there's something in here…a treatment that can save her. We need to find it."

His desperate attempt to coerce the team – more specifically Simmons – into looking through a top security file in search of saving her life was successful, even though the biochemist looked rather reluctant on the task at hand. Ward and he waited for her list of things she would need to find the cure.

Somewhere along the way, after Simmons gave him a starting point, Ward's SO, John Garrett joined them. He'd discovered things about S.H.I.E.L.D. he hadn't expected.

Then, he found a file in the filing cabinet they'd discovered in one of the unoccupied offices. Simply labeled "Skye", Coulson couldn't resist but to look. Opening the file, his eyes became saucers.

All he could manage was "wow". More answers on her mysterious past. Apparently, her story hadn't ended or began where Agent Lumley said.

Grabbing her file, he left with the two men in tow.

Handing it to Simmons, her eyes widened just as much as his had. She requested permission to look into the file. All he could muster was a nod and let them know he would be with Skye if they needed him.

"I just can't get my head around it."

Staring at the young woman, his heart thumped slowly and deeply. Every thump it produced was like taking one agonizing step in lake of cement.

"I'm so sorry, Skye." He finally spoke, placing a hand on the glass. "If I had known, he would have been the first one I contacted. I guess I could still contact him – somehow." He placed his other hand on the glass, leaning into it with his head lowered. "I love you, Skye." He whispered, looking up and watching the machines doing their job. "I'll move heaven and earth to bring you back to me."

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