Skimmons week: missions I hadn't realised it was in fact Skimmons week so I sat down and tried to think of something for today. Don't particularly think I could write anything for a field missions so putting a spin on it

She had sat out the week with a plan. A very precise and specific plan that seemed simple enough, but realistically it was going to be harder than initially started out as a one woman mission, ended up with roping in every member on the plane bar one. Jemma.

"I need your help," she almost yelps at him.

"what exactly with?" he asks suspiciously. It had only been recently that he found out that Skye was interested in Jemma. He couldn't lie to himself, he loved her. Jemma was everything he admired and everything he imagined in an romantic equal. He loved her, so he knew she didn't love him would observe Jemma from across rooms, and observe her watching Skye. It hurt but the heart wanted what the heart wanted. He wanted Jemma, but he wanted her to be happy more.

"With asking Jemma out," she finishes the question with lips between teeth. They had this mutual understanding. They both knew they where in love with Jemma, but they never said it allowed to each other. A secret among friends.

fits inhales deeply, realising a steady, "of course." Forcing a smile on his face as his eyes meet Skye's. Her eyes light up before she jumps towards him embracing him and lightly kissing his cheek,

"thank you."

She knew he was better than her, she would never have been able to set her own feelings aside so easily if the roles where reversed.

"what do you need me to do?"

"well I just need you to distract Jemma all day, with the help of ward, if you guys can."

"have you, eh, have you asked him yet?"

"just about to why?"

"oh nothing. Just trying to get bearings on the whole….situation."

"okay, we'll if you start with the distracting. I'll go rope ward in."

She turns away, an extra skip her in step. A bigger smile on her face. This was going better than planned. Fitz was her first stop, purely because she thought it would be the hardest.

The bag swings, very little left on the hinges, one more good hit and the bag will fall off the wall completely. Anger was best used in his training while stuck on this plane. So he boxed, and he jabbed, and he right hooked; And the bag snapped of the hooks, crashing to the ground. He breathes deeply trying to gain his composure.

"hey..Wow did you just do that?"

"Yeah."

"maybe I'll come back at another time."

She goes to walk out of the holding bay, only to be stopped by hands pulling at her wrist. "what do you need?"

"help?"

"with training sure, you can start by lifting the bag out of the way," he smirks.

"no. Not with training. More personal."

"oh really," he oozes smugness. He had been hoping for her to open up to him. Let him in. His twisted sense of right and wrong only furthered obscured his definition of love. He thought he loved her, wholeheartedly believed it. But it wasn't love. Couldn't be. A sociopath can't love.

"I wanted to ask Jemma out…" she pauses aware that she never mentioned to anyone that she liked Jemma, let alone that she was gay.

Everyone just assumed because of past trysts with men. An attempt to feel something with someone she had so much in common with, it didn't work out. Jemma however, it all came so easy with her. Her thoughts would flow out, with no hindrance. No fear of being judged. She could be herself around her, and that was something she never had her entire life.

"sorry what? Did I hear you correctly?"

"if you heard date with Jemma, you did."

He was a little taken back, she was supposed to love him. Not her.

"I can't, ask Fitz. If he even will," he scoffs and turns away.

Picking up the boxing bag with one swift thrust, landing over his right shoulder.

"Fitz already agreed to help." she turns and leaves without hesitation this loves Jemma he knows this. He can't believe or understand why he would help.

She's writing notes in her yellow lined notepad. She always had one handy, her thoughts where so vast and fast coming she needed an outlet. She had tried recording her voice, but she feared someone was always listening and would become self conscious, losing her train of thought. Writing allowed her time to think, time to think the idea thought while short and easily written, stumped her.

'Does Skye like me?'

It had been a recurring thought recently. One she thought over while staring at the girl from afar. Her face while beautiful, hid emotions so well. And so she asked herself over and over, 'does she like me?'

"jemma!?"

"Ahh," she squeals," Fitz have you lost your mind? You all but scared me to death," she releases the clutch she has across her heart.

"sorry Jems," he clenches his jaw, like a child being told off for being naughty.

"it's fine," a wispy laugh escapes against her own allowance, "I didn't mean to sound so harsh. You looked so upset when I gave off to you. Anyway, yes Fitz I am here, what the cause of the shouting may I ask?" Her eyebrow rises in exaggerated fashion, causing a lopsided smile to fall across fits face.

"oh nothing of importance I just have to, I mean, do you need any help?"

"you never ask do I need help? This better not be some prank. I can't handle another prank war." she frowns crossing her arms.

"no pranking, I swear. Just genuinely wanting to help."

"well okay. You can clean that equipment over there, I plan to do more experiments on Skye's blood. I'm so worried about her Fitz."

"she will be fine. She is fine," he closes the extra few steps and embraces her. " she's fine Jemma."

Whispers echo, hushed and urgent, she feels like she is entering one of her past deans offices. Which happened many a time. It was always followed by shouting and pointing knocks the door, "knock knock," and imitates the sound anyway. Just in case they didn't hear her.

"who's there?"

"just little ole me," why oh why did you just saythat. They are really not the right crowd.

I had planned a quick on shot but I find it hard to write a short one when I haven't got four seasons on interactions to go on yet. So I am finding it hard to get a good read on their characters. So bare with me through this week. Lol