She is My Agent

Chap 1: She is My Agent

Ward had some sort of a serum injected into Skye. She was crying, bleeding and turning blue. And she was screaming. Screaming his name.... "Coulson! Coulsoooooooooon!"

Coulson tried to respond but words were stuck at his throat.... He was bound to a chair that electrocuted him every time he attempts to move.

"Coulson.....COULSON....please, it hurts" she screamed again and again.

Coulson wished he was dead. He wished he was on that theater bed with robotic hands stinging his sanity out from his brain. He wished that aliens have conquered the earth and terminated earth's last human from its surface, and he won't care right now.

He burnt with pure agony.

He could not lose her. The girl he cherished like his own soul, like his own salvation. The smile that made him go on when the last of the hopes has crumbled in to the depths of despair. The face that mirrors his might, his faith and his dedication.

His second coming.

'COULSON!' She wailed. Skye was blue.

Coulson gathered all the air left in his lungs and screamed. "SKYE!"

And he fell.

Coulson fell from the couch where he was having a nightmare in the middle of the noon.

Oh, great it was a dream. That's a relief, Coulson thought. This is not the first time he was having nightmares of Skye at unique-near-death-scenarios. He has not been able to sleep much within last few days, and when every time he does....Skye is in his dreams. Coulson wondered if he should speak with his counselor on this. What would he say? Or should I just stand down from the Director post....What would Fury's reaction be. Coulson pictured Fury and the Eye...a stern face saying that it is unhealthy because as the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D, he should be dreaming of ..... SHIELD? Hydra? Captain America or that narcissist Tony Strak? Would dreaming of Loki be too personal?

"Hello Sir, may I know why you are calling out for Agent Skye in your sleep or should I be in Level Platinum to receive clearing for this high profile intel from you?" A voice boomed.

Hunter! Damn the mercenary.

Coulson quickly got to his feet, with his mind racing for an answer.

"I.....I just.....saw Skye..." So much so for a professional reply.

"That part, I have already figured out. What I am really interested in is as to WHY....." Hunter was grinning, seeing the director lost for words with reddening cheeks.

It is not the first time that Hunter got a hunch that Director was extra partial to Skye. The first time he noticed this was when he literary walked into a hug shared by Coulson and Skye. Yes, Hunter calls it the group-hug-situation.

Then he began to notice.

Let the director think that he could fool a well-trained mercenary. But Hunter knew if he tried to keep track of the moments that Coulson's eyes linger on Skye when she talk, smile, joke or even when she brief the team, he would be in for a mathematical surprise.

How many times has he seen Coulson pondering over Skye's face? Whenever he hugs her, he does it as if it is the end of the world. He makes whatever the emotional excuses to touch her face and he do it with so much sincerity and adoration that for a second or two Coulson's unreadable face turns into a mirror of his heart. Whenever he calls her name he words it as if it is a prayer. A mercenary he is, Hunter feels his heart melting as he watches the Director getting through the day.

And now Coulson cannot even sleep without Skye party-crashing his dreams.

This Hunter guy has a better eye than I realized. He has all the possible alien artifacts to keep himself busy with, but what does he choose to make his hobby....? watching me watching Skye and thinking of...her. And of course, the she-devil herself pops up!