Just for One Day

A/N: I was really surprised by all the follows from my FitzSimmons fic, thank you for the support! This will not be a series. It will most likely be five chapters long so, uh, this is a short story I guess. Hope you guys enjoy it!

"Skye, you sure you don't want me coming? " Ward asked, wearing his famous frown. Skye's eyes flitted to his muscles suddenly tightening underneath his shirt. Oh, someone was mad. So mad.

Skye rolled her eyes and stuck her hands on her hips. "I managed to get into Ian's mansion according to Fitz with my "boobs", I'm sure I can handle infiltrating a high school for one day."

"Hey!" Fitz shouted, completely red. "I-I was just joking!"

Simmons smiled. "He just won't accept that you used your wits to get in, that's all!"

"Am not!"

Ward groaned and rubbed his face. "Shut up. Both of you. A bullet to the brain hurts less than this conversation."

"It'd be an honor if I could shoot it," Fitz muttered.

"What?"

Skye stuck her tongue out at both of them. "Whatever. FitzSimmons, you coming?"

"Well, it would be nice to return back to high school again," Simmons said, wistfully.

"The good ol' days where AP classes were so easy," Fitz sighed, kicking his feet up.

Ward glared at the both of them, then back at Skye. "Then you better suit up."

"Anyone care to explain why we're here again?" Fitz grumbled, tapping away on his laptop.

Skye glanced up from her phone, exasperated. "Are you serious? You signed up yourself to go on this mission. Coulson debriefed us yesterday in the meeting room. Where were you?"

"We're going to retrieve a student there, remember? Agent Coulson said that one of the agents back at headquarters had a daughter who stole something from his office. Apparently, if we don't get it back by the end of today Director Fury is making a visit to us," Simmons said.

Fitz made a sour face. "Why can't someone else get it?"

"All the older agents are too old. Besides, we kind of look like high schoolers. And one of us still has the immaturity of one," Skye snickered.

Fitz threw his laptop down and was about to grab Skye when Melinda snapped. "Hey, you two. Quiet back there or I'm turning back and then you can speak with Director Fury yourselves. You think this is a game? This is a test. You three are the only ones on the Bus who haven't passed official training. The least you guys could do is act like you know what you're doing."

Skye sighed and looked out the blurring window. It had been a while since she went to school. This was going to be more difficult than she thought. If she couldn't even cooperate with one of her team mates, how was she going to get past a day of school filled with adolescent teens?

"I'm a high school drop out," she muttered under her breath. "Coulson should have never asked me to go."

A lot was at stake. Screwing this up meant confronting the scary man in the eye patch. Not after since he forced Coulson to get rid of the fish tank, FitzSimmons had never been the same since. She wanted to succeed. To prove herself worthy of being apart of something she would have never dreamed of. This wasn't just any mission. Not with a hacker and two geniuses. But Skye knew that quitting wasn't an option. Not now.

The car stopped in a parking space while Melinda blankly stared at them, tapping her fingers against the wheel. "Well? Wouldn't want to give away our cover. Hurry up."

"The backpacks are in the trunk," Simmons said, picking up her black suitcase. "Don't forget the files, we'll need them. According to one of the prepared covers Coulson gave me, I'm Elizabeth Henstridge," she winked.

Fitz picked his folder up. "Oy, I wonder who I get!" His eyes quickly scanned his profile when suddenly, his eyes bulged out of his head. "No, no, no, no. no. This is a mistake. This isn't my cover. It's not possible," he groaned, looking on the verge of puking. Simmons patted his back, desperately trying to comfort him. "I'm sure it's not that bad, Fitz. Look on the bright side, we're back in school again," she nervously chuckled.

Curious, Skye picked Fitz' cover up and skimmed it. "It says you're a teacher who teaches-"

"HEALTH CLASS," he screamed, raising his fist to the sky. "AND IT'S ON THE PUBERTY UNIT."

Skye bursted out laughing, doubling over when tears started coming out of the corners of her eyes. "A-are you serious? Oh my god, Coulson you rock!"

"Oh," Simmons smiled weakly. "At least you can review some things, right? I'm a substitute filling in for a Chemistry teacher. What about you Skye?"

"Well," Skye began slowly. "It says I'm student and a junior. And my name is Chloe Bennet?"

"Who comes up with these names?" Fitz muttered. "My name is Mr. De Caestecker."

"Dunno," Skye smiled. "But I guess we're going to find out. Look, first period is starting soon."

They walked in and Skye glanced back at Melinda, who was already pulling out of the driveway, her famous aviator glasses already on.

Wish us luck, she thought, pushing the grand mahogany doors open.