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"You're The Inspiration"

"I can't wait for you to see this view. It's beautiful and peaceful looking."

He hadn't seen her in six months, and it was tearing him apart; but he refused to allow himself to travel down the destructive road. Skye would be pissed off, not to mention the whole team. Besides, he really didn't want to be in a hospital again. He'd had enough of those.

Standing on the mezzanine, he leaned on the railing, letting his arms cross loosely as he peered down to watch Ward and May spar with fake swords. Thor stood next to him, watching them. "Is Skye okay?" Coulson finally asked casually.

A smile tugged at Thor's lips before he responded. "Yes, Brother, she is doing well. I can sense her mixed emotions." Thor turned his head to look at Coulson who'd met his eyes. "Part of her wishes to rejoin you and your team while the other part is still intrigued with my home world." He placed a comforting hand on the younger man's shoulder. "She misses you terribly."

Coulson's eyes glistened and a small smile flashed before he wiped the premature tears away. "I miss her so much. God," he shook his head as he turned to look at his teammates, "this mirror separating us is a pain in the ass."

Thor's eyebrows rose and his eyes widened. The mirror was associated with those who were psychically connected. He lightly squeezed Coulson's shoulder. "Brother," he spoke in a concern tone, causing Coulson to look up at the god with a questioning expression, "do you often sense her, feel her spirit?"

Coulson straightened, causing Thor to remove his hand. "Yeah." He knitted his eyebrows. "Why?"

"I was merely curious." Thor answered, not really wanting to divulge his reasons. There were some things Midgardians didn't need to know. Coulson studied the god. Thor gave nothing away to what he was thinking or alluding to. "Your team is doing well, Brother." The god tried to pass off a convincing smile, which Coulson seemed to accept.

"I just hope we are ready when we find your uncle." Coulson commented.

"If you keep practicing, you will." Thor assured. "Well, I must get back. I am certain Loki is probably causing mischief somewhere. I am hoping he has not roped Skye into trouble."

Coulson glared. "He better not or I will kick his ass."

Thor chuckled, knowing the rivalry between his brothers. "I am certain Skye has already 'kicked his ass' as you like to say. He has received a few lashings from Skye, especially whenever he mentions you." Thor frowned. "I apologize again for my brother's actions toward you. I do not understand the beef he has with you."

"Ah, well, Thor, I kinda taunted him before he stabbed me. Then, I shot him, possibly hurting his ego and putting a damper in his plans." Coulson answered, peering over the railing to see FitzSimmons talking animatedly to the two combatants.

"The one to blame..."

Later that evening, Coulson sighed as he exhaustedly climbing the swirling stairs to his bedroom. He changed clothes and looked over at the bobby doll, smiling tiredly. Coulson wondered what she was doing, whether she was thinking about him. He moved over to the doll, looking at it for a few minutes before looking out at the night sky. What if she was looking at her world's sky?

I will find you, Skye. I will always find you. He thought, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I'm here."

5:37 AM

Coulson slung his weapon across his chest before heading downstairs to the cargo bay. Sniffling, he itched the tip of his nose, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge with his other hand. Everyone, except for May who was in the cockpit, was still asleep. After a day of sparring, everyone was dead tired. After getting some sleep, Coulson knew he needed to keep his guard up – not only about Kaju but also another surfacing problem: Hydra and its obsession with breaking up S.H.I.E.L.D. from the inside out.

That's something he hadn't expected to rear its ugly head. Hydra was supposed to be dead…nonexistent. But that dilemma would be for another day. Right now he needed to focus on getting rid of Kaju.

Coulson ran down the last spiral staircase, jumping onto the cargo hold roughly. He set up the punching bag, taking a stance, and throwing half-ass punches. Concentration was key in this war between god and man. Hell, just like it was in many wars. Coulson knew he had to learn to anticipate the god's moves if he wanted any chance to eliminate the threat and be reunited with her.

To anyone who looked down at the cargo hold, they could see a man working out. They could see a man who zeroed in to every punch he threw, every kick he tossed, and every jolt his body felt as it connected with a soft yet hard surface. They could hear the grunts, groans, huffs, and puffs his body exerted, could almost hear the mantra running in his head. One thing was for sure: Phil Coulson could slip into being an obsessive person if he concentrated enough. Captain America used to be an obsession; now, being recognized as the man for Skye replaced it.

Must protect her, must protect our team, must protect mankind, must protect S.H.I.E.L.D. He repeated over and over again in his head. Each punch and kick landed on must.

Daddy's back on Earth, but I know he'll be so excited to see you when he finally meets you two. I can just see it now: You guys running around and Daddy chasing you, or learning how to ride a bike, even playing in the dirt with him even roping the team into playing. He suddenly heard Skye's voice, stilling his movements. Breathing heavily, he raised his head, looking at his surroundings and searching for her.

Coulson knitted his eyebrows, clearly confused. "Daddy?" he questioned, suddenly feeling her behind him, hugging him. He felt that bit of space and instantly knew why she wasn't flush up against like normal. She's pregnant. Coulson paled. A rush of anxiety, fear yet mixed with elation coursed through his body, leaving his nerves rattled.

He'd never thought he would ever have children for the sake of sparing them the anguish of watching him coming in and out of their lives like a revolving door because of S.H.I.E.L.D. Coulson didn't want his children to grow up like he did: without a father in the picture and a mother who had to put her own career before him. He believed in the good things S.H.I.E.L.D. did and knew he'd be that much more dedicated to work there in order to protect them, even at the cost of not always being there.

Coulson rested against the punching bag, hanging on it like it was his lifeline and swaying in tune with it. He couldn't let Skye raise them alone; and he refused to let them be raised on Asgard. They needed to be here in a safer environment like the Bus than some pawns for their grandfather. Coulson was sure Thor would agree.

Maybe he could compromise since the idea of children piqued his interest. He looked around the cargo hold, imagining two little pitter-patters running around the vehicles and trying to climb into Lola – Heaven forbid! At that thought, he frowned. Okay, they'd have to learn early on not to touch Lola until Daddy said so.

All kinds of scenarios ran through his head, making him smile again and take a relaxing breath.

Yeah, he liked the idea of having children, liked the idea that someone so small called him daddy, liked the idea of how they'd look up at him with unconditional love, like he was their superhero and could do no wrong in their eyes. Okay, so maybe that last part was a bit of his selfishness and ego.

Regardless, he liked the idea of being Daddy.

The peace was done as Coulson's emotions turned angry for everything keeping them apart and not sharing into this wonderful thing, sending him into a fit of rage. "Grrr!" He yelled, slamming fist after fist into the poor punching bag. "Goddammit!" He repeated over and over again, eventually syncing his punches with the word.

Breathing heavily, Coulson finally stopped, spurt of energy spent. Letting his arms drop at his sides and showing defeat, he looked up at the ceiling. He really wanted to cry, but it wouldn't solve anything. Briefly closing his eyes, he huffed angrily as his breathing slowly returned to normal. Fluttering his eyes open, he clenched his fists and yelled her name, loud enough to wake the entire bus. He didn't give a damn at the moment. "Skye." Coulson repeated in a descending tone, falling to his knees as he finally allowed the tears to fall.

He was hurting, not from the workout but from his own broken heart.

"Coulson?" He heard May call as she practically flew down the stairs to the mezzanine. "Coulson!" She yelled, having stopped to look over the railing. They could both hear the rest of their team calling for him as they made their way downstairs. May was already down beside him. They followed suit, coming to his side.

"Coulson? Come on, sir. You need to get up." Ward stated, holding out his hand for his leader to take.

Coulson looked up at him, but they could tell his eyes were hazy. Ward bent down, taking his hand in his while Fitz took the other. Together, the men lifted him to his feet and guided him over to the lab in a chair. "She's…" he trailed off. "She's…" he couldn't voice it.

"Who's what, sir?" Simmons asked casually.

"Skye." He answered. Four pairs of eyes migrated to one another. Something bad must be wrong. They knew the leader-hacktivist's strange psychic connection. "She's…pregnant." He revealed, saying the last word scandalously.

"Holy shit!" Ward and Fitz responded simultaneously, voicing the whole group's reaction.

Okay, I gotta admit: That last part had even me chuckling.

TBC...