Hand in Hand

Your Ghost

Philinda pairing, when May is infected with the ghost in 4x1-4x4 I think we should've have more of a reaction from Coulson when he found out she died.

Rated K+

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He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed something was amiss, now that Simmons mentioned he could see exactly what'd happened. When May had come to help him the other night she must've been infected by that thing they were calling a ghost. She had been acting off all day, extra jumpy and practically clinging to him. When he entered the locker room and found her rummaging through the lockers frantically he didn't know what he had expected but it wasn't this. It hurt to see her like this, out of her mind and barely clinging to her sanity.

Slowly he walked up behind her, "May?" He asked softly but she didn't turn to look at him she just kept searching. "May..." He put a hand on her shoulder.

Her eyes darted up to him and she grasped his hand, "Phil, Phil, thank goodness you're okay. We have to get out..." She insisted.

"No, May listen..." He started but she interrupted.

"You don't understand! Phil they're coming for us!"

"Okay...how about this, we go to the lab and get some blood samples from everyone so we can see who's infected, will that be okay?"

She looked at him a long moment before nodding, still clutching his hand between two of her own. He led her down the hallway, trying to keep her eyes from darting to other Agents passing by but it was useless, she was getting skittish. When Mack walked past them she nearly screamed as she jumped backwards into Coulson's arms. He steadied her, calming her nerves as he continued to lead her towards the lab but just then Mace rounded the corner. Then she lost it.

She let out a scream of fright and ran at the director, roundhouse kicking him in the head. Coulson winced and gave a hopefully threatening look to Mace before wrapping his arms around May's middle and dragging her kicking and screaming away from the director. "May! May! Hey! Melinda!" She slumped into his arms, panting and unusually weak.

"Phil..." She murmured, eyes dropping and before either of them could utter another word she fell completely limp against him. Holding up the unconscious agent Phil explained the situation to Mace while carrying May to the lab. Thankfully Fitz and Simmons were aware of the problem and already ready with a bed for May. He lay her down with the utmost care and then turned to Simmons.

"She'll be taken to treatment shortly." The young scientist assured him.

Coulson nodded and turned to Mace, "I have to go with her to treatment."

"I'm sorry Coulson but that's a no, we need you for a mission."

"No! I'm not leaving her alone for this."

"Coulson. I admire your protection for both Daisy and May but in the end I call the shots and I'm saying no."

Phil, outraged, nodded but said nothing as he returned to May's bedside and gave her hand a gentle squeeze before turning back and heading out to prepare for the mission. But all the while he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.

Hours Later

She felt a needle go into the side of her neck and she knew it was those monsters that had taken control of her teammates but she had no time to fight before everything went dark. It was pulling her down, like she was sinking in the ocean...the light slowly but surely disappearing. She tried to breathe but her heart wouldn't beat, she was dying.