Philinda Stuff

Home sweet home...

HEYYYY EVERYONE!

  I'm so friggin excited about this one-shot because it's such a good story line!

Thank you so much ElizabelleAutumn for this amazing request!!!

JUST A HEADS UP I DIDNT REREAD THIS FOR MISTAKES SO ....
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Week one:

"May..." someone lightly shook her. "May, wake up...." Melinda stirred in her sleep and her face scrunched up. She groaned as the familiar voice continued to call her. "May, come on you gotta get up and pilot the ship..." Melinda took a deep breath in and out her nose as her eyes fluttered open.

  She lifted her head up a little and saw Phil looking down on her lovingly.

  "Phil..." Melinda said threw a yawn and stretch.

  "Good morning." Melinda slowly sat herself up and blinked tiredly. She looked around at the alien ship that they have been trapped in for the past week.

  About three weeks ago aliens kidnapped Phil, Melinda, and Daisy from the base

  While they were still in the aliens possession they were forced to work. They had to do things like tidy up beds, make food for the elders, fight in the pit, and pilot planes...

  Whenever they weren't working they were in separate jail cells with some old bread and a cup half way full with water.

  But one day while Phil was cooking with Daisy and Melinda they found a way to sneak past the guards and steal a ship. Ever sense then they have been doing their best to stay alive and find earth. Melinda seemed to be in the pilots chair every moment of every day. She only took brakes when she needed to use the bathroom or sleep, Phil tried to comfort her and bring her food as often as he could but he was also constantly trying to fix the navigation system so they could find a way back home.

  Daisy on the other hand was doing whatever she could to help out. Weather that was piloting for Melinda or fixing the food or taking Phil's spot from time to time.

  But in all honesty none of them knew what to do.

  "Melinda?" Phil put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her out of her train of thoughts.

  She just replied with a simple "Hm?"

  "I know your tired... I could ask Daisy to pilot for a little longer if you want?" Melinda shook her head a few times and kicked her legs over the edge of a bed that was connected to the wall and had no legs.

  "No, No..." Melinda mumbled tiredly. "I'll go." Coulson's lips pressed into a firm line and he nodded.

  "You sure?" He followed her as she stood on her two feet.

  "Yes Phil, I'm fine." Melinda gave him a little grin and a curt nod as she headed off to the pilots chair. Daisy looked like she could barely keep her head up.

  "Daisy." Melinda called from behind her. Daisy's head shot up towards her.

  "May. Did you sleep well?"