Hi! This is my first fan fiction and my first time writing in english and also something so long ! (Actually I usually write children stories in French, so I'm quite far from my comfort zone!) I've done my best to write it in the best possible english. Thank you for reading this and I hope you'll enjoy it! It started as a shorter story and I kept adding new scenes until it became this! Reviews (positive or negative) are most welcome.

Chapter 1: Airport

"Wow, even when I try to leave the country, you have to follow me."

Jemma recognizes the very distinctive and irritating Scottish accent the moment he starts talking. When she lifts her gaze, she is met with his equally irritating grin.

"Oh yes Fitz, I've just missed you so much for the last few hours that I had to follow you to London!" she retorts sarcastically.

"Glad to hear you admit it, Simmons." He says, looking proud of his little joke.

She's about to tell him how funny she thinks he really is but the people behind him seem to grow impatient so he moves on to get to his own seat, a satisfied smirk on his face for having the last word on it. That's just her luck! She was anticipating not having to think about work for a few days, this being her first vacations in months, and now she has to spend a six hours flight with her most annoying coworker.

Fitz had started working at Sci-Tech only a few months ago but had already managed to be a right pain in the arse. When she'd learned that Alphonso McKenzie was retiring and that the new head of engineering was as young as she was, she was intrigued. She had thought that, maybe, this stupid little war between the biochem division, her division, and the engineering one could finally stop. When they first met, he had seemed nice enough, a bit shy maybe, but really quite smart, almost as much as her if she was being honest. So she was even hoping they'd get the opportunity to work together at some point.

But then, there had been the heads of departments meeting where the budgets would be decided. The biochem and engineering divisions had always been the most important at Sci-Tech so, of course, they were always the ones getting the biggest fundings. But being the competitive young prodigies they were, none of them could stand being one of the best, they had to be THE best! So they started arguing about which project was more important, Fitz saying nonsense about her research being disgusting and probably involving dissecting dead cats or something of the sort while the gadgets he was making were definitely more useful and way cooler. Like that was a valid point! So immature! By the end of the meeting, the spark of war had been rekindled and Fitz was her new enemy.

He did bring something new to this war though. Where professor McKenzie was a quite serious (and maybe a bit boring) man, Fitz was really childish and started playing pranks on her. It started with an innocent broomstick stuck behind a closet's door to scare her when she opened it. But when she retaliated by placing a dead animal's liver next to his lunch, getting a very satisfying and unmanly scream from him, things kind of escalated. It actually came to the point where they were both called to the head of the whole science department's office and had to listen to a very long lecture about how they were scientists and should act accordingly and that they shouldn't make him regret hiring such young people to be head of their respective divisions. Jemma had never been so ashamed her whole life, even the time she drank a bit too much at the office party and let her friend Skye convince her to do karaoke. Jemma liked to think of herself as being a good girl. She was always proper and in control and she liked following the rules, it made her feel nice. And even though she had to admit she had a lot of fun with those pranks (though never to his face), it made her look unprofessional to her colleagues and superiors and it was all his fault!

Anyway, they were in the same plane now and there was nothing she could do about it. At least, he wasn't seating close to her so she could just sleep through the flight like she planned it. Then they would go their separate ways and she could finally spend three days without having to think about Leopold Fitz.

When the plane lands in London, Jemma quickly grabs her sweater and hand luggage and is one of the first persons to get out of the plane. She is determined to go to the domestic departures lounge as fast as she can. She knows it's a bit childish but she doesn't want to cross paths with Fitz again. She's quite proud of herself when it takes her only ten minutes to get to the waiting area of her next plane. But her smile quickly fades when she recognizes his curly sandy blond hair as she sweeps the place for an available seat.

Oh my god, how did he get here before me? Is he a wizard or something?

She is sure that she got out of the plane before him and made it straight to the departure lounge without getting lost, which is really impressive on its own in this airport. But here he is seating in the waiting area, his phone plugged in on one of the charging stations and reading a book like he's been there for hours. it's like he always does his best to annoy her even when he's not trying to!

So she is left with two choices. She can either try to stay as far away from him as she can and hope that he's taking the plane to Dublin and not the one to Aberdeen like she does. But him being Scottish, it's very likely that they're going to be on the same plane again and that he will see her at some point anyway ... Or she can at least get to be the smart ass this time.

"Wow, so you're the one following me now! "

A satisfied grin makes its way on her face when she sees him startle a bit at her words. It gets wider when he turns around and looks at her with an exasperated expression on his face. He folds the page of the book he's reading (which makes her cringe, I mean who would treat a book like that, really?) before closing it and retorting with a sarcastic tone.

"Yes, of course I'm following you and actually, I'm so good at it that I managed to get there before you!"

"Glad to see you admit it Leopold" She retorts with a smirk on her face as he rolls his eyes at the use of his first name. She had learned a few weeks ago that for some reason, he hated his first name, to the point where, before that famous meeting, she thought Fitz was actually his first name. She doesn't see anything wrong with the name Leopold really and if he hates it so much, then all the more reasons for her to use it as often as possible.

"So what brings you to Aberdeen Simmons? Are you by any chance looking for a new job that would keep you far away from New York?"

"Not that it's any of your business Leopold, but I'm actually going to a wedding in Whitecairns."

His eyebrows raise almost to his hairline at her statement.

"Please, please, please tell me it's not the Jamison-Fraser wedding you're going to."

"It is. Why? How do you know where I'm ... Oh ..." Realization dawns on her when she sees him put his head in his hands and let out a really big sigh.

"That's where you're going too, right ?"

"Yep, looks like we're going to see a lot more of each other this week-end ... Wait, how do you know them? I really hope we're not related on top of everything else."

She rolls her eyes at this.

"I'm a really old friends of Kara's, I'm her maid of honor actually. You?"

"I'm James' cousin so I guess we're good on the whole related part. But we'll be seing each other even more since I'm also his best man. So we'll probably both be at the rehearsal diner tomorrow."

"Fantastic! This week-end just keeps getting better."

He looks like he's about to throw some supposedly funny retort at her face when they hear an announcement asking them to go to their gate to embark immediately. They walk the short way to their gate and wait in silence as the families and elderly passengers board first. After a few minutes though, Jemma can't help asking him what's been bothering her for the last few minutes.

"But seriously, how did you manage to arrive here before me?"

"I'm a wizard Simmons!"

(from Skye : Hey ! Have you landed yet ?)

(to Skye : Yes still waiting for my luggage)

(to Skye : You won't believe who I ran into in the plane :o)

(to Skye : And he's the best man at the wedding)

(from Skye : David Tennant ?)

(from Skye : Ewan McGregor ?)

(from Skye : Sean Connery ?)

(to Skye : :rolls eyes: I already told you it's very unlikely that they'll be at the wedding, not all scottish people know each other)

(from Skye : one can still dream)

(to Skye : it's Fitz :vomits:)

(from Skye : :o :o)

(from Skye : So looks like you're finally gonna see what's under his kilt)

(to Skye : What ?!)

(from Skye : you'll get to taste his whiskey)

(from Skye : He'll show you his crown jewels)

(from Skye : You'll get a taste of his haggis)

(to Skye : ugh gross)

(to Skye : Seriously it's more likely that I'll have sex with David Tennant)

(to Skye : And really, you can't make a dirty joke about haggis, it's the least sexy thing in the world)

(from Skye : Come on, it's tradition for the best man and maid of honor)

(from Skye : And it'd be a good occasion to resolve all that sexual tension)

(to Skye : :rolls eyes to the back of my head: already told you there's not an ounce of sexual tension between us)

(to Skye : just got my luggage talk to you later xoxo)