All of Me - Agent's of S.H.I.E.L.D

Chapter Three

Phil had waited until Grant had disappeared into his bunk before he made his presence known and walked towards the bar. He hadn’t meant to overhear the conversation between his two team members. Phil knew what they were talking about and he was kind of glad that the younger agent decided to end it. Melinda deserve more than to be used a stress reliever, even if she didn’t agree with it.

Phil sat down on the stool that Grant had occupied only minutes ago. He reached for a clean glass and poured himself a stiff drink.

A couple of minutes of silence passed between the two long-time friends as they both drank in silence.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Phil asked breaking the silence only to be met by it once again. He knew that it was a long shot that she would, but he still held out hope. They use to be so close.  She use to confined in him and vice versa.That felt like a lifetime ago, but if thought about it - it kind of was. He just hated seeing her hurting.

Melinda just stared down at her glass as her own thoughts pulled her down. It seemed like a lifetime ago since she had last seen that ring. She still couldn't believe that he still had it with him. She knew that it belonged to his grandmother, but she figured he still wouldn't have it on him. Melinda had never expected to see it ever again after the night that she had given it back.

Phil could see that heartache that etched across her beautiful face and he knew it was because of him. It pained him to see her in hurting this much because of him, because of something he had done. “Mel,” he expressed, his voice breaking slightly. He didn’t mean to cause her any more heartache then she had already been through. “I know seeing that ring tonight must have brought up memories of -”

Melinda snapped her head in his direction. Her glare was deadly and he automatically stopped talking. She shook her head. “I will not go down that road again, Phil,” she told him, coldness lacing her tone. “I can’t,” she added as she shot back the remainder of her drink before sliding off her stool and headed in the direction of the cockpit. She needed her solitude.

Phil let out a heavy sigh and looked down at the golden liquid in his glass. I’m hurting too, he thought, sadly.

Skye jolted awake after having a nightmare of masked man chasing her and looked around her room.  She looked at her alarm clock and it read 6:30 am which was odd because her S.O usually woke her up way before then. Skye tossed her blanket off her and climbed out of bed. She was getting a weird feeling. Grant never lets her sleep in.

She opened the door to her bunk and stepped out. It was quiet - too quiet “Hello?” she called out. “Ward?” she continued as she walked passed the bunks, the kitchen and family area and towards the top of the stairs that let down to the cargo bay where they trained. It was quiet, no movement.

Skye was getting a bad feeling as she stopped at the landing of the top of the stairs and looked down towards the training area where the boxing bag was hanging. A gasp caught in her throat when she saw her S.O unconscious face down on the ground near where the boxing bag hung.

“GRANT!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as fear washed over her. She began running down the stairs and towards his still body. “Grant!”

She dropped down by his side and turned him over to discover a large amount of blood pooled in front of him. He had been stabbed multiple times and was cold. “No,” she sobbed, as she lifted his head to her lap - tears began to pour down her cheeks. “Come on, wake up. No,” she sobbed as she checked for a pulse and more tears pooled her eyes when she couldn’t find one. “No! Grant!” she tore her tear-filled eyes from her S.O and looked around for anyone. She couldn’t see Jemma or Leo in their lab. Where was everyone? “May! AC!  Help!” she screamed as she cradled Grant’s head in her lap. “Someone,” she whispered in pain.