Jemma Simmons tapped the edge of her pencil on the lab table. Jem loved school, but she was ready for the weekend. The weekend meant a possible phone call with her brother, Lance. She was thirteen when he left the first time. After two years he was finally able to spend two weeks at home. She had barely turned fifteen when he came home and he spent most of his two week leave reminding her constantly how much she had grown.

Sure she had grown, and she was more of an adult than expected. She had taken senior level science and math classes as a freshman, and was now enrolled in a local university part time. At fifteen she was the youngest in her Organic Chemistry class by a good four years.

She was thankful when she was paired up with Bobbi Morse as her lab partner. Bobbi was 19, and lived on campus. And Bobbi quickly Jemma's only friend on campus. Most of the students she shared classes with, tended to look down to her. It was understood, she wasn't old enough to drive and was taking and often doing better then them in their classes.

Bobbi would usually stick with Jemma after class. Making sure she got safely into her parents car. Bobbi had kind of become a second big sibling to Jemma. And today would prove to be no different as the professor dismissed the class. Jemma wasted no time packing her books and other materials.

Just like usual Bobbi was right behind Jemma as she left the classroom. Jemma would wait outside the front of the science building for either her mom or dad to pick her up, just as she would every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Jemma thought it was nice that Bobbi would stay and talk to her until her ride came, instead of heading right back to her dorm, like she could've done. Jemma had asked her once, seeing as Bobbi's dorm was on the other side of campus, and she often felt like she had become an inconvenience to Bobbi. Bobbi would assure her that it was no big deal, and that Jemma was her friend and that's why she would wait with her three times a week, every week since the start of the semester.

Jemma let out a brief sigh as they arrived outside. She was hoping her parents would be on time, she was looking forward to being at home. She was looking forward to possibly be able to talk to her brother. She knew it wasn't likely he'd be able to call, he had called last weekend, and she had unfortunately missed it. She was helping tutor one of the seniors in pre calculus. She had been able to take pre calculus as a frehsman. She hated it, trying to teach someone three years older then her how the class they were taking worked. They often didn't respect her, just because she was younger.

"Hey what's wrong kid," Bobbi asked suddenly.

"What," Jemma questioned shaking herself out of her fog.

"You've been quiet today, plus you look like you're ready to walk home. Usually you look like you never want to leave here."

"I just can't wait to get home I'm just hoping Lance gets to call this weekend. You know I missed his call last weekend."

"So you've told me."

"It's just he's my big brother, and he's basically been gone for two years. Plus you two would probably like each other a lot."

"Is that your way of trying to set me up with your brother kid?"

"What? No. Bobbi that's not what I meant at all."

Bobbi was ready to tell Jemma she was just joking, until someone caught her eye. A scruffier looking man sneaking up behind her friend who was still lost in her own world, in which her brother hadn't been gone for two years. Bobbi acted quickly, as the man approached her young friend. Before he even know what hit him his back hit the ground.

"Bloody hell women!"

"Hunter," Jemma questioned as she turned around shocked. She had watched Bobbi swoop from where she was standing a few spots in front of Jemma, and all she heard was something hit the ground with a thud.

"Christ I try to surprise my sister by picking her up from school, and I end up on the ground," he snarled standing up and dusting himself off.

Lance wasn't able to get another word out before Jemma had slung her arms around him. Lance returned her hug, rubbing small circles between her shoulders as she started crying.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming home," she managed to ask.

"It was a surprise. Mom and dad helped plan it."

"How long are you home for?"

"Just a week," he mumbled sadly, as Jemma pulled herself away from her brother.

"This is your brother," Bobbi questioned once the duo split up.

"Bobbi. This is my brother. Lance Hunter," Jemma was able to sniffle out as she wiped tears out of her eyes.

"Sorry about that? I just saw someone coming at my friend and the defense classes kicked in."

"Sorry? All you're going to say is sorry? WHAT IF I HAD BROKEN SOMETHING? How were you even able to do that anyways. I'm a lieutenant."

"A lieutenant really? What is that supposed to impress me?"

"Does it look like I'm trying to impress you?"

"GUYS!"

"What," the two turned from their argument to face Jemma.

"Now Hunter I'm sure Bobbi is sorry for flipping you, but in her defense she didn't know you were my brother. For all she knew you were some creep trying to kidnap me. Plus last time I saw you, you were clean shaven."

Hunter just shook his head. His sister who had always been wise beyond her years had made a point. Bobbi didn't know him, much less what he looked like.

"I suppose since you are Jemma's brother, I can give you a shot," Bobbi joked.

"Thanks I guess? Who are you anyways."

"Hunter this is Bobbi. My only friend at university," Jemma stated quietly.

"I guess if my sister likes you, I can be nice for now," Hunter smirked.

"So are we agreeing to start over? Because name is Bobbi. Bobbi Morse."

"What's that short for?"

"Wouldn't you like to know. Everyone calls me Bobbi, even my parents who were the ones to curse me with my name."

"Well Bob, names Lance Hunter. Mostly go by Hunter though," he smiled extending his hand.

"Now that we've cleared the air, what took you so long Hunter, mum and dad would've been here at least thirty minutes ago, and by the looks of it your car is elsewhere, and I hope you didn't park it in permit lot."

"I would've been here earlier but mum and dad didn't specify which science building I was supposed to pick you up at, and I finally gave up driving around and decided to walk till I could find you," Hunter murmured.

"Let's go before your car gets towed or ticketed, because knowing you it's bound to happen."

"What about her," he motioned towards Bobbi.

"This is where I walk, back to my dorm. A night filled with crappy pizza and hoping my roommate doesn't kick me out to fuck her boyfriend."

"Look my parents are throwing a party. Excited their only son is home for a week and all. You won't have to worry about your roommate giving you the boot, plus home cooked food," Hunter tried convincing her.

"I don't want to impose."

"It's my party technically, plus you're Jemma's friend. You might as well just come."

"And how I'm going to get back to campus later?"

"Don't worry about it I can drive you back later tonight," Hunter offered, "and I'm sure if you're afraid to be left alone with me Jem would ride back with us."

"I'm sure I'll be able to handle myself just fine. I did manage to flip you after all," Bobbi smirked, "now where did you park. You better hope campus police didn't give you a ticket."