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

Chapter Ten

Kitchen

Skye knew something was going on with Melinda May. She could feel that something wasn’t right. There had been a pained feeling in her heart just before Agent May had come down from the direction of their team leaders office. The pained feeling had only strengthened when the Chinese woman had walked passed them and headed for her bunk, showing no indication of emotion.  

“Milly?” Clint called after his surrogate big sister. Something was wrong! He hurried after her.

Skye couldn’t explain what she was feeling. She had managed to make it to a stool and sit down before her legs collapsed beneath her. Skye was usually good at being able to block other people’s feeling and only sense something when she wanted to, but whatever the older female agent was feeling - was so powerful that Skye couldn’t control it.

Grant had noticed that Skye was now sitting on a stool with her head in her hands and looked to be in some sort of pain. He hurried to her side. “Skye? Are you okay?” he asked, concern filling his voice as he placed a hand on her lower back.

Skye was breathing through the pain. She vaguely heard her S.O’s voice, but felt his touch on her back. A warm sensation washed through her for a brief moment, temporarily stopping the pain. “Yeah, I just have a migraine,” she half lied. It did feel like her head was on fire.

“Maybe you should lay down,” he told her.

Skye nodded her head as she slid off the stool and began walking towards the lounge room. Grant was right behind her, his hand remained on her lower back. Jemma and Leo had no idea what was going on, but followed closely behind, both worried.

Skye felt another strong wave of pain wash over her and felt her legs buckled beneath her.

Grant saw that Skye was about to fall and caught her just in time before she collapsed. “Skye!” he panicked, cradling her in his arms - taking her towards the couch and laying her down. Jemma hurried to her side, pushing him aside and began to check her over while talking down to her.

Skye could hear muffled voices around her. She slowly opened her eyes but everything was blurry. It took a moment before Jemma’s face came into sight and her voice became clearer. “What’s wrong?” she asked, confused to why her friend was standing over her. “What happened?” she asked just as a pained feeling began to wash over her again.  

 

 

Cockpit

Natasha was in the pilot’s chair currently flying the bus until Melinda returned. She was curious to what Phil wanted to talk to her best friend about. She knew that Melinda and Phil had a past, but not much about it since Melinda had been so tight lipped about it. That was another reason they got along so well -  kept emotional things at bay. She only knew that Melinda and Phil had a thing in their early twenties and things had gone south but years passed and they started working together again. Natasha knew that when they all had thought Phil had died that day in New York - Melinda wouldn’t handle it well. That had been an understatement. They should have set her on Loki.

“Um Tash …”

Natasha was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of her partner’s voice. He sounded weird - well more weirder than usual. “What is it?” she asking, not taking her eyes from the view in front of her.

Clint plopped into the co-pilot’s seat and turned to face her. “Um, something’s wrong with Milly,” he shared, concern lacing his tone.

Natasha snapped her head in his direction because of the tone he used. She narrowed a deadly glare on him. “This isn’t some ploy to get me to leave so you can fly? Is it … because I will kill you.”