It was raining in sheets outside the airport window, the kind of rain that soaked you through to your skin within seconds, and Fitz and Jemma were still recovering from their dousing as they waited for their flight to come in.

"Still another hour and a half," Fitz muttered, glancing acidly at the board at the front of the room.

"It could be worse," Jemma reminded him, cheerful as ever even though all her clothes were in her suitcase and the ones she had on now were completely drenched. Like him, she must have been freezing, but she didn't seem bothered by it. "At least our flight hasn't been cancelled."

She grinned at him, her drying hair beginning to frizz and a sea of freckles crossing her cheeks to show off their time in the sun, and he couldn't help smiling back. She was so beautiful, almost unearthly so, and he wondered how the entire world wasn't enchanted by the glow around her.

Her skin still smelled like sunscreen, the wooden sea turtle necklace he'd carved for her still hanging around her neck, and he could still picture the sheer delight on her face as she'd led him across the reef. He could still remember the feeling of the sun on his skin and the wind rocking their hammock as they dozed together beneath the palm trees, tangled up like the knots of the net. He could almost hear the music that had coloured the night air when they'd danced and laughed until the small hours of the morning.

How could he stay grumpy when they were together? When they'd just had one of the best vacations of his life? Who cared about rain and delayed flights when they had all that?

He wrapped an arm around her, rubbing her shoulder in an attempt to warm her, and even though he was still damp she snuggled in against him.

"I'm not in much of a rush to go home anyway," he conceded.

"Me neither," she admitted. She squirmed in her seat, pulling her phone out of her pocket. "One more picture for the album?"

"I look like a drowned rat," he protested half-heartedly.

"You look fine," she dismissed, already aiming the shot. "Besides it's about capturing the moment, and right now I certainly feel like a drowned rat. Don't you want an accurate account of our trip to show our grandchildren?"

"Our…. Our what?" He was still trying to wrap his head around the idea when she snapped the picture.

He'd be lying if he said he'd never thought about a family together, settling down and making tiny humans they could share their love and their world with. She sounded so sure though, that it was what she wanted, what she wanted with him. The way she spoke, it felt as if she was as certain as he was about their relationship, that their future together was a guarantee.

It wasn't though, not as long as they worked for SHIELD and neither would their children's be. It scared him half to death already, worrying about what might happen to her, and he wasn't sure how he'd handle having that terror multiplied by two, or even three. How could they build a life with that hanging over them?

"See," she told him, proudly holding up the picture she'd just taken. "We look just fine."

Fitz thought he actually looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck, but he didn't say that.

She smiled at the new picture, settling into him again as she did. "I'm glad we did this."

His chest warmed despite the damp chill and he rested his cheek against her temple. "Me too."

"And I can't believe you thought I couldn't be romantic," she added, still affronted by the idea. "I'm sure you've changed your mind after that sunset boat ride I planned. And the fish, did you see how many colours they had? And that morning I brought you breakfast in bed…"

"You didn't need to prove anything," he chuckled. He kissed her hair, smitten by every inch of her. "I already thought you were magnificent."

To his surprise, she scoffed. "There you go again, trying to outdo me!"

"I didn't do anything," he defended. "I'm just telling you the truth-"

She sighed. "I know. It all comes so naturally for you. You don't even need to try to sweep me off my feet…" She fiddled with her necklace, running her thumb over the carefully carved flower at the center of the shell. "You just do," she murmured.

He laughed because, of course, she was missing the obvious. "It's only so easy because you've already taken my breath away."

Her head tilted back and their eyes met, hers sparkling like the sea. He was leaning in to kiss her, his heart quivering, when her phone went off.

"I knew it'd been quiet for too long," he muttered and Jemma hummed in agreement before answering.

"Hello?" she chirped politely. She shuffled the phone to the ear closest towards him and Fitz leaned in to listen.

"I know you're still technically on vacation," Coulson began apologetically. "But I was wondering if I could redirect your flight back."

The pair exchanged a glance. It wasn't like Coulson to ask for permission, their assignments tended to be orders rather than requests, but he gave Jemma a slight nod to tell her was up for whatever it was and she nodded back before turning her attention back to the call.

"Alright. What's happening sir?"

"I owe a friend a favour and I think it's about time I made good on it," he told them. He sounded almost cheerful. "She's wants the… uh… ATCU to officially investigate a series of occurrences. Mostly just to put the public's mind at ease. I really don't think there's actually anything alien going on. It'll be an easy mission, you'll probably be finished in less than a day and my friend is willing to let you stay a bit longer if you help her out. She owns a bed and breakfast in Copenhagen."

Jemma's face lit up at that and he could almost hear the excited chatter running through her head. 'That sounds lovely. A bed and breakfast… and the birth place of Niels Bohr!' She was probably already running through a list of things she'd want to see there and, honestly, a bit of extra time away anywhere with Jemma sounded like a pretty good deal to him too.

"It sounds like you're trying to extend our vacation sir," he teased. "You aren't in any hurry to have us back at the Playground?"

"It's pretty quiet here right now," he answered, amused.

"How's Daisy?" Jemma asked, sobering them for moment.

There was a brief pause on his end of the line. "I'm transferring your flight now," he said at last, disregarding the question, and Fitz and Jemma exchanged a worried glance. "Don't worry about us," he added, reading their silence. "There should be plenty of time to catch up when you get back. I'm sending you the information now."

"And our luggage?" Jemma asked.

"It's being transferred. Someone will meet you at the airport. You should go over the file on the way," he suggested. "And… take your time coming back. We all miss you but like I said, it's pretty quiet."

Why did it feel like he was hiding something? Fitz thought it probably had something to do with Daisy, but the secrecy wasn't easing his concerns in the slightest. However, with a click, their leader had hung up and the two of them were left sitting in the wrong waiting area.

"I suppose we're going to Denmark then," Jemma said, her mouth slowly curving up in a small smile.

Fitz smiled too, already reaching for their carry-ons. "I guess we are."

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Yeah! Fitzsimmons vacation-ish story! Right? The updates on this one are going to be a bit less steady. I am going to try to update every Tuesday, and I almost have the first three chapters done so that should be solid for the next few weeks, :) But this is a write as I go and I'm just going to have fun with it, soooooo I may miss a week if school decides to whoop me.

The sea turtle is based on one I found online you can see it in my tumblr post :)

Why Copenhagen? Well I'll give you a hint, a certain Hans Christian Andersen has a monument to one of his stories there.

I am doing my best with google, but I have never been to Copenhagen so I apologize if I get anything glaringly wrong. And of course if you'd like to kindly steer me in the right direction I'd be fine with that :) For example the Lighthouse I describe later likely doesn't actually exist anywhere in the city. It's a Marvel lighthouse OK? lol.