Oh, I'm soooo very excited! I got such great feedback that I decided to post another one! So gotta give props to my awesome beta, Skye Coulson. She's the best!

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"We're Making Two Reflections Into One"

"It's much worse, especially now that I'm an even worse force to be reckoned with."

1:17 AM

A little over five hours later, Skye sat in her chair, leaning back in a semi-comfortable position. Holding his hand and ever so gently rubbing his palm in a circular motion, she watched as he slept soundly for the first time in over two months. He looked so peaceful, so relaxed, and so happy that she couldn't help but let his demeanor flow into her system, relaxing her as well, but she couldn't. Not quite yet, not when she had his weapon in her other hand.

Turning it over and over, she read the inscriptions. The gist of it said this: 'The Damocles has the power of agility, super strength, flight, energy projection, and is master combatant. It has a mystical link with only Son of Coul and his first born male descendents.' Skye smiled, anxiously waiting for his reaction when he sees the weapon that could put him in good graces with her father.

The team stood outside the room, observing the scene before them. Silence flowed around them. May looked over at Ward before looking at FitzSimmons. She jerked her head away from the room, suggesting they head back to the parked Bus to get the much needed R&R. FitzSimmons left first, talking quietly as the team headed to the elevator. May and Ward walked at a slower pace.

"This isn't over, Ward." May asserted in a low tone.

He knew she wasn't talking about their relationship. "I know. She's back for now, but how long do you think it'll last? It's going to kill him if she's taken from him again."

"The thing that's changed Coulson – since he fell in love with her – is that he will follow her anywhere, even if that means he has to give up working for S.H.I.E.L.D. It's the same for you and me as well as FitzSimmons. Since the first meeting, it was inevitable that he would fall in love with her." She said, stopping and causing him to stop as well. She poked a finger at his chest. "It's the same reason why you haven't pursued her. It's destiny."

Ward eyed her, surprised by how much she was talking. "You sure you don't have some kind of power that none of us know about?"

The elevator arrived and FitzSimmons boarded. May smirked as she stepped into the box. The smile told Ward all he needed to know.

"Hey! When did you discover your ability?" Ward asked as he started getting in himself. "C'mon, May!" could be heard as the doors closed.

"You might not like what you find."

7:40 AM

"Skye." She heard his voice in the foggy depths of her mind, slowly filtering in. "Skye." Again, his voice spoke her name in that gentle, warm tone of his yet it was coming into focus. She felt a pressure on her forearm, causing her to jerk awake. Momentarily forgetting where she was, she started to panic until her bewilder eyes stumbled upon those of a startled ice blue. "Are you alright, Skye?"

She took a deep breath and disengaged, physically relaxing as she let out the breath. Staring into the hypnotizing baby blues, she couldn't manage to avert her gaze. They conveyed concern, despite the warm smile on his beautiful face. Finally, she spoke. "I'm okay."

"I didn't mean to startle you." He whispered, turning on his left side to face her. Propped up by his elbow, his hand supported his head. He averted his gaze to the object in her hands. Pointing down, he asked: "What's that?"

Skye looked down at the weapon – his weapon – laying haphazardly across her lap, kept in place by one hand. "Oh," she shifted her other hand help lift the sheathed weapon and present it to him. "This is yours. It's from my brother."

He eyed it, warily. Hesitantly, he slowly reached for it with his right hand, stopping just a few inches from it. "Which brother? I don't want it if it's from Loki because there's no telling what mischief he's inscribed in it."

She smiled at his absurdity yet true point, shaking her head in amusement. "Relax, Mr. Paranoid Secret Agent." She moved her head playfully from side to side in tune with what she just said. He looked at her, incredulously. Chuckling, she answered him. "It's from Thor."

Coulson relaxed. "Oh, well, in that case." He nonchalantly accepted the weapon, rotating it in his hand. Finally, his eyes returned to hers. "What is it?"

Skye got up, gingerly taking the weapon from his hand. Unlatching the lid, she pulled out the silver three-foot long handle. Handing it to him, she set the sheath on the nearby portable table. Watching him study the inscriptions, she waited until he started asking questions. It didn't take long.

Looking over at her with a perplexed expression, he asked. "I reiterate, what is this?"

Sitting back down in the chair, she crossed her arms loosely. "It's your weapon, specially designed for your access only."

Raising an eyebrow, he gave her an expectant look that said and? "Do I have to drag it out of you?"

Smiling at him, she relented. "There are certain customs on Asgard, most of them are similar to the ancient times and other cultures. A woman remains in her parents or brother's – really, any male family member's – custody until a suitor presents himself worthy of the woman's hand in marriage. By worthy, I mean the suitor has to prove he can properly protect the woman and any children they may have unassisted. Unassisted as in without the help of others."

He understood that.

She continued, standing to pace. "I discovered, while I was recovering, that you and I are psychically connected, which is very rare on Asgard, even Thor doesn't have that with Dr. Foster. I'm assuming you know what that means." She averted her gaze to see his reaction, which was the I'm not stupid look. Skye plowed on. "Dad won't let me…" she tried to word it correctly.

"What? Let me date you? Me court you?" He suggested. "Marry you?"

She pointed at him and nodded. "All of the above."

"Why?" He asked feeling dejected. She plopped down in her chair. "Is it because of our age gap, or the fact that I'm not as strong as Thor? Because I can get that way if I have to."

Looking down at the floor, she had to smile. Him and his witticism. Her eyes lifted to his. The irony of his suggestions had her amused. On Earth, the age gap was often frowned upon, but it was not necessarily frowned upon on Asgard because of their longevity. "It's because you're a Midgardian who is tremendously weaker than Asgardians. He doesn't believe you could protect me from a god like Uncle Kaju. One snap and you'd be dead before he dropped you to the floor."

"What a wonderful surprise."

"I have training, and I…" he trailed off, sitting the handle on the bed.

"What?" She grew concern. "What's wrong?"

"Well, May and I were sparring one evening with tennis balls – to maintain our alertness – and I kinda blocked it with a force field." He told her, instantly worried about her reaction, but she only seemed surprised. "It scared the hell out of May and I. Since then, she and I were trying to perfect it when…" he cut off, leaving her wanting him to finish.

"What happened?" she asked, impatiently like a child being told a mind-captivating story.

"I literally mentally made one of the balls rise from the basket and fly at May." He finished.

She remained quiet for a few minutes. "Guess you're an 0-8-4 like me, AC."

A smile tugged at his lips. "Guess so." He chanced a look at her. "May and I believe it's a result of my resurrection. Something with those nine operations must've activated or implanted it in my mind. Either way, I hope it gives me points toward your father's approval." He shrugged, looking hopeful.

Wow, AC's got powers. She thought. Interesting. "I guess sparring's going to be a challenge with you then." She joked, making him chuckle. Then, she grew serious again. "So does the rest of the team know?"

He nodded. "FitzSimmons urgently performed all kinds of tests, finding nothing to answer everyone's questions. Ward was just trying to digest it. May was being May."

"Stoic." Skye nodded, thinking for a few minutes. "Wait a minute? You had nine operations?" she exclaimed. "I was under the impression it was seven."

He shook his head. "They perform seven on me with the technology here. Director Fury was about to give up, but your brother offered Asgard's medical treatment. I took it as him feeling guilty that Loki killed me. The last one was to implant memories."

Skye was mulling over what he just told her, realization hitting her. "Thor wanted you to be able to protect yourself if Loki or any other alien tried to harm you." She was impressed with how kind-hearted her brother was to the humans.

"I really appreciate what they did." He mentioned, warmly smiling at her. "Because it inadvertently brought me to you."

Awww. She squealed inwardly, rising from the chair and leaning over the railing, smiling all the while. Never wavering her delighted eyes from his mirroring ones, she ran her fingers through his side hair and cupped the back of his head.

Smiling warmly up at her, he brushed some of her thick unruly hair back with his splayed hand so he could cup the back of her neck. Taking a few minutes to stare tenderly in each other's eyes, Coulson couldn't stand it any longer. He gently drew her face closer until they were mere millimeters separating them. She closed the gap, kissing him gently. Their kiss had been closed mouth, simple but enough to satisfy both of them for now. The kiss itself wasn't the usual first kiss a new couple would have, but they didn't feel it was right to let it get out of control while he was still in the hospital, recuperating.

Besides, Coulson and Skye weren't your average couple. She was a demigod; he was a human. She was in her mid-twenties; he was just a month away to being fifty. Either way, on Asgard, they would be considered babies.

"Our team can go off book because there is a book! A hub, an organization watching our backs."

His eyes had remained closed as he reveled in the feel of those lips he'd longed for. It took him a few minutes to open them, and he found her chocolate eyes twinkling. "We shouldn't probably do that in front of Ward. He may get jealous that I took the girl he's crushing on." He teased with a smug smile.

Just like before, she smacked him on his chest, causing him to sway and grip the railing to keep himself propped up on his elbow. "Seriously!" she exclaimed, amused. "If Ward's crushing on anyone, it's May." She indicated, pressing her pointer finger against his chest. "Just like FitzSimmons' semi-crush on each other."

Coulson gave her a serious look. "That's against protocol." He stated in his usual serious tone. "Things could get messy."

Skye couldn't help but to laugh. "Seriously? I believe what you and I just did is against protocol, too." She pulled her hand away, never wavering her eyes from his. Her hand, however, grabbed the weapon. Unfortunately, Skye had to avert her gaze to put the weapon back in its sheath and set it back on the tray, but she instantly turned back to him. "Face it, Agent Coulson: Your team apparently ignores that protocol." She raised an eyebrow.

He playfully narrowed his eyes. "Great. I guess I need to be more like the old Phil Coulson."

Skye just gave him her yeah, okay look. "That's only going to happen when it's necessary. Get me?" She gave him a challenging expression, pointing at him.

His immediate reaction: A blank stare and a "yes ma'am".

TBC...