Leo Fitz was in a particularly bad mood. First, Jemma had avoided him all day for no reason whatsoever, I mean really, what was her deal? He had just gotten back from the hospital that Nick Fury (Fitz still couldn't believe he was alive!) kept him in, and he had yet to talk to the biochemist.

What could possibly be her problem?

Jemma Simmons had been avoiding Leo Fitz for a reason. Coulson had warned her that Fitz could have lost his recent memories due to oxygen deprivation.

The first thing the doctor had said before he came? Fitz doesn't remember anything less than an hour before he went unconscious.

Which means he won't remember that he confessed to Jemma.

But Jemma knows that he loves her.

Which would just make everything awkward.

Skye was watching the news. Why? She was afraid Ward would break out of prison. Not that they would broadcast that, but still. Just in case. You know, just a casual message, maybe 'Insane Mass Murderer and Hydra Member Escapes Prison' or something.

She was so very surprised when she saw Coulson's name in the news.

Melinda May was flying the Bus as they simply flew. There was no real direction to their travels, unless Coulson ordered differently.

May assumed his choice would change after she heard Skye screeching his name.

Coulson was very scared when he heard Skye yelling. Maybe Fitz had collapsed? Maybe Simmons had a breakdown in the shower? Maybe Ward had escaped? Phil calmed his nerves and ran towards Skye, who was draped on the couch. She sat up straight when he came in, and she pointed speechlessly at the TV, which was paused.

As Phil turned his head, he saw something impossible.

Fitz finally found her, huddled in her bunk. "Jemma!" He shouted, running towards her. She turned, and Leo saw tears glistening on her face. He slowed. "Jemma?"

The biochemist let out a sob, jumping up and hugging Leo.

"Fitz, I was terrified! You were unconscious on my shoulder, and I-I-" she broke down, squeezing Leo and crying on his shoulder.

"Shh." Leo patted her back, squeezing her. "You're amazing, Jemma. This time, you're the hero."

Phil Coulson stared at the TV, which showed a reporter interviewing a young girl. The girl looked about thirteen, with short hair that looked to be dyed red, and brown eyes. What was incredibly striking was her name. Displayed at the bottom of the screen was Lillian Rae Coulson, orphan. It wouldn't be that exciting, after all, Coulson was a common surname. Except the girl was holding a picture of none other than Agent Phil Coulson.

May waited approximately five minutes before Coulson walked into the cockpit.

"Make a straight course to New Jersey." Coulson sat down, his head in his hands. May entered the coordinates before switching the controls to autopilot, and walked over to Coulson. She sat beside him, putting a hand on his knee.

"Phil, what is it?" May asked.

"I need to call someone."

"Why?"

"I think that I have a daughter."

"In New Jersey?"

"No, in Idaho. But we need to stop at New Jersey to drop off Fitz and Skye."

"Why?"

"My supposed daughter was in Idaho at an orphanage when the orphanage was attacked by a monster. We know Skye is an 0-8-4, so it's possible that the monster is an alien searching for her in

orphanages. But she's not in one. Fitz isn't in proper condition to fight."

"If we aren't bringing Fitz, why are we bringing Simmons?"

"A DNA test. To see if she really is my daughter."

May nodded. "Alright. You want to go tell Fitzsimmons the plan?"

Jemma was surprised by her actions. She guessed it was what she didn't get to do under the sea. She had kissed Fitz on his neck, cheeks, forehead, and chin. Everywhere but his lips. She saw the chance and took it. Jemma let her lips say everything that they couldn't in the box because of the lack of oxygen.

Leopold Fitz had never experienced anything so wonderful. Just imagine it: the lips of your one and only love, pressed against your own, nothing more, nothing less. Just saying everything by contact. It was better than a dream.

Skye watched the scientists from the end of the hall. She smiled, glad it finally worked out. Glad that the shy little kids got to say what they wanted to. Skye saw Coulson approaching, and quickly rushed over to him.

"Don't interrupt them." Skye told the older man, grinning like a child.

"What?" Coulson looked confused.

Skye put a finger to her lips, and pulled him over to the end of the hall. Fitzsimmons was still kissing. Skye looked at the senior agent to see his reaction. First he looked shocked, but then pleased.

"Alright, we'll leave them be for a while. Should I tell May?" Coulson asked the hacker. She nodded excitedly. Coulson left her to head back to the cockpit. Skye grinned at the scientists a final time before heading to her computer in the lab.

Lillian Rae Coulson sat in her room. Her room was very small. At least she didn't have to share.

She stared out the window at the busy city streets. The people reminded her of bees, buzzing in their own ways.

At that moment, someone hit her door. She stumbled and fell, sliding towards the window. Not again, she thought, the rest of her thoughts were scattered. At that moment, the door fell and the figure was there again. Droplets of some liquid, probably blood, rolled off him and onto the floor. Lillian screamed and yanked open the window, jumping out. It was a five-story fall.

But someone caught her. An African-American man in glowing armor. He set Lillian down before running off at an inhuman speed.

Lillian opened her mouth to speak, but shock forced her words back. She heard sirens, and a crew of reporters rushed to her side, asking her a question a minute.

May sighed, folding her arms over her chest as she looked at Coulson. "You let them be? What about the-"

"You of all people shouldn't be mentioning that policy." Coulson gave her a glare.

"But they care for each other, Coulson. Ward and I... that wasn't nearly as personal."

"I had hoped you would take it better." Coulson stood, leaving the small space. May sighed and watched him leave before turning back to the controls.

Skye knocked on the door of Agent Triplett's bunk. "Trip? We have a mission." The man exited, yawning.

"Yeah, okay. Where? What?"

"Coulson is about to hold a debriefing."

Triplett smirked, which made Skye giggle.

"No offense to him, but I wouldn't want to see that." Trip joked, and Skye erupted into laughter.

So I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! Already some Fitzsimmons and a little Philinda. (Yay!) And my new brotp, Skye and Trip! Who is Lillian? What was that figure? What about Fitzsimmons? Anyways, favorite, follow, and review! To be updated ASAP!