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

Chapter Fifty Two

Bus - Around MIDNIGHT - Common Area

Skye was sitting in the mini booth section of the common area just off from the kitchen where she often ate meals with Grant. She had enter the area several minutes ago for a late night snack since it was around midnight wherever they were flying over. Timezones always did her head in and she was still getting use to them, even after living on a plane for the last several months. Skye dug her spoon into her really big piece of strawberry cheesecake that she had cut for herself. The cheesecake and been bought from this cute little ‘Cheesecake Shop’. Phil said it was a must when in Queensland. The shops were all over Australia. They had bought five and freezed four of them.

“Hey AC,” she greeted her father even before he entered the room, not bothering to lift her gaze from the desert. She bought the spoon to her mouth and savoured the creamy treat.

Phil released a gasp in surprise at his daughter’s greeting. He wasn’t sure if he would ever get use to her sensing ability. He continued his path towards her. “Hey Bug,” he greeted her, the nickname slipping from his lips.

A smile melted across her lips at the nickname. She had heard him use it once before and that was not long after him and her mother informed her that she was their long lost ‘dead’ daughter. Skye knew it was probably a subconscious thing, but she still liked hearing it. She held up a spare spoon for him.

“How did you know?” Phil asked as he stopped at the mini booth and slipped in it, sitting diagonally across from her. “I see you were craving something sweet too,” he supplied.

“Had a feeling,” she answered his first question. “And I probably get my sweet tooth for you,” she pointed out.

Phil chuckled and nodded as he dug his spoon into the large piece of cheesecake. He then bought the creamy treat to his mouth and quickly devoured it. It tasted like heaven.

The father and daughter sat in silence for a long moment before either spoke.

“So New York?” Skye voiced casually. “You and May use to live there, right? Many moons ago?” she asked, locking her hazel browns on her father.

Phil nodded his head as he dug in spoon into the creamy treat. “Fore a little over 4 years,” he replied before sticking the spoon in his mouth. He slowly swallowed the bite before speaking again. “We uh, both moved from there after …” he dropped his gaze downwards towards the desert. Melinda had left first, he left not long after. Phil couldn’t be in that place without her. It was too hard and there were too many happy memories there, plus ‘Ana’s’ room that they had created together.    

Skye felt the tinge of sadness wash over her father and she felt bad for bringing up something that caused him sadness. She reached her hand across the small table, laying it on top of her father’s - giving it a squeeze. “I’m sorry,” she apologized with empathy. “I didn’t mean to …”

Phil shook his head, lifting it so his gaze met his daughters. “I’m okay, Bug. It was a long time ago,” he assured her, clearing his throat as he placed his spoon down. “Anyway, I was thinking that after we talk to Peter Hart, then we might spend the weekend in New York since that will be the end of our ‘vacation’ in Maui. You can take off the ghost flight plan,” he told her.

Skye nodded, giving his hand another squeeze before removing it. “Are you and May gonna talk with Peter? Posing as fed’s again?” she questioned, digging her spoon into the creamy treat.

Phil locked his attention onto his daughter. “Actually, I was thinking that you and Ward should go this time,” he revealed, leaning back into the cushioned booth. “You can get anyone to open up and this might be a hard subject for the older man. And as long as Vanessa hasn’t called her father in law, then you’ll be fine. I have Emma monitoring her calls, so we’ll know if she does. But I don’t think she will since your mom can be pretty convincing.”