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"A Pocket Full Of Soul"

"I will not let anyone harm these children or you, Skye."

(Same Timeframe as Previous Chapter)

One Day After Skye's Re-Disappearance

"So let me get this straight, Phil?" Fury's booming voice startled Coulson. "Skye was here and you lost her!" He yelled as he walked angrily into Coulson's office.

In a quiet voice and feeling very much like he was being reprimand, Coulson answered with a simple "yes, sir".

"How exactly did you lose her?" The director questioned.

"Skye left the Bus sometime during the night." Coulson answered, thumbing the now folded piece of paper that held Skye's last evidence of her appearance. He'd done good hiding it because it was sacred to him, written only to him, not meant for other eyes aside from the team's eyes.

That metaphoric mirror had returned the moment he'd shown the note to his team. This time, though, he couldn't feel her there. She hadn't come to him. And that made him worried, fearing the worst.

"What is that?" Fury questioned, pointing at the folded note.

Great, I should've just kept in my pocket. He inwardly groaned. He looked up at his boss but made no move to give it to him. "It's nothing. Just a drawing Skye had made of the team months ago. Nothing that would give us any clue as to her whereabouts."

Fury eyed it suspiciously before deciding not to push it. He continued to glare at Coulson, hoping the agent would crumble under the heated glare, but it failed. Finally giving up, he raised his hands up in defeat. "Find her."

Why is he all of the sudden so insistent on finding Skye? She's just like him. If she doesn't want to be found, she'll make sure no one knows. He pondered before looking down at her note, fiddling with it. C'mon, Skye. When will you break free from your father's reins and come back to me? I promise I can protect you.

"To hell with any protocols or any code I used to be bound by."

Three Months Later

(One Day After Discovering Skye's Pregnancy)

Standing in his room, Coulson adjusted the black tactical outfit to feel more comfortable and slung the sheathed weapon on his back. It'd been years since he'd worn the tactical outfit, and this time, he had to get it from a S.H.I.E.L.D. store. This outfit was the best gear in a fight.

"Sir? Ready?" he heard Ward's voice from the spiral stairs.

Looking out of his room, he responded. "Yeah, Ward. Be right there!"

He heard the footfalls descend. Placing a hand on her little Hawaiian bobby doll, he sighed. "You may not be able to hear me, Skye, but Thor just arrived. He's waiting for not only me to train but the team as well." Sighing again, he removed his hand. "I love you."

Just before he turned to leave the room, he felt rooted to the spot when he felt her body come up against his. He turned his head slightly to the right, but he knew she wasn't there. Her hands ran up the back of her arms before they came back down to wrap around his middle. He smiled as he placed his hand over where hers rested against his heart. Taking a deep breath, he suddenly felt more confident.

Then, he noticed she wasn't flush against him. He felt something slightly block her, and he wondered if it was their mirror. Then again, it didn't make sense that the rest of her was flush against him. He decided to leave it alone while he reveled in her "presence".

"This metaphoric mirror will smash to bits when this whole deal with your family ends. I promise you that I'll never quit fighting for us to be happy. Even if that means we have to find another planet to live on." He vowed before dropping his hand and turning away to join their team and her brother.

"You did save my life…I was desperate to, and so I subjected you to unknown ramifications or side affects…So what."

Thor was standing outside the bus, waiting for Coulson to join the group. He smiled upon seeing his future brother-in-law walk down the ramp, jumping off the ramp.

"Brother, you look different without the suit." Thor commented.

"Definitely not something I'm used to." He agreed. "Now, where do we start?"

TBC...