I know a few people of done this kind of fic already but I just really wanted to do my own version.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything accept my OC's.
Skye's POV (only for this chapter though.)
"Do I smell Cocoa?" Skye exclaimed, arriving in the common room to find Fitz-Simmons, Fitz had his legs draped the length of the couch and Simmons was curled up in an arm chair. They both held huge mugs of cocoa.
Jemma Simmons gestured toward the surface behind her, smiling, "If you fancy some there's loads left."
"Careful though, 's got chili in it!" Fitz warned Skye, craning his neck to tell her as she eagerly reached for a mug.
"Chili?" Skye repeated, raising an eyebrow, pouring herself a cup and dipping her finger in it. Fitz-Simmons nodded in unison.
"It's amazing!" Fitz proclaimed with conviction. Skye tasted the drop on her finger, and found it surprisingly delicious.
"Whittard's Chili hot chocolate." Simmons took in a deep breath and sighed as if revelling in good memories, "My mum sent me a pot a few months back; we always have it around Christmas time."
Skye warmed her hands on the mug; she shivered as it warmed her up, "Move along, Genius." Skye order Fitz and joined him on the couch. "Ward's being pushy today." She acknowledged the Christmas card in Jemma's free hand, "You guys are going back home for Christmas then?" Skye inquired, taking a sip.
Fitz glanced at Jemma, "Well, I am."
Simmons squinted in thought, "Well, if you mean the UK, then yes, if you mean my family home in Surrey, then no."
"Oh?" Skye prompted.
Simmons' grinded her teeth, "Well, my parents and brothers are going to my Aunt Ruth's in New Zealand for Christmas, and frankly I hold a strong dislike for the woman and her demonic offspring. My mother doesn't want me spending Christmas alone of course and well, Fitz's parents invited me to spend Christmas with them, and so I'm going to Glasgow for Christmas."
"Actually it's no' Glasgow, 's too far out," Fitz shook his head.
"It is Fitz, it says on the map," Simmons shot him a good-natured glare.
"Doesn't," Fitz muttered into his Cocoa.
Simmons' chose to ignore Fitz's comment, "So Skye, have you got plans?"
"Nope," Skye pursed her lips and shook her head, "I spent last Christmas with Miles but I think that's off the cards this year. Probably just spend it here with Coulson and Ms Merry in the cockpit." She joked and tried to look like she was fine with spending Christmas on the bus, flashing Fitz-Simmons a convincing smile, even if it hurt, because even though Miles had betrayed her trust, she was still going to find the holiday hard without him, or at least someone she could call a friend. Skye wondered if when she worked out who her parents are things might be different, the idea of spending Christmas with family seemed so distant and desirable, she couldn't believe Simmons was passing it up so easily, and to spend it with Fitz! The boy she saw for hours practically every day of the year.
The alarm on Fitz's watch went off. He quickly placed his drained mug on a coaster and pressed a button to silence it, "Got a check on Aegis." he explained excitedly, striding off in the direction of the lab. While his words probably meant something to Simmons, Skye was none the wiser.
"I'm not even going to bother asking who or what that is." Skye said, leaning back into the pillows of the couch with a mock defeatist attitude.
Simmons smiled awkwardly, "Trust me, it's not worth an explanation."
"Simmons, can I ask you something personal?" Skye stated hastily, leaning forward again.
Simmons shrugged, "Depends what it is."
"Why are you really spending Christmas with Fitz and not your family?"
"Oh God Skye, I know it must seem odd to you." Simmons paused, resting her head on her hand, trying to think of the nicest way to say it all, "You know. It's okay to love people and not want them around the whole time. It's just so much easier; family is hard work, no one tells you that."
"Okay. You're right; it does sound very, very weird." Skye established, looking a tiny bit disappointed in the young biochemist.
"Please don't think any less of me Skye. It's been a turbulent few months, and I just want a calm week with no bickering, or teasing, or awkward questions about my life. Fitz's family are so different from mine, and that's what I need right now. I'll visit mine in the spring. Plus, my Aunt really is a horrid woman." Simmons concluded, with a slight look of disgust.
"I can't believe the girl who jumped out an aeroplane is afraid of her own family."
"Yeah," Simmons half-laughed, biting her lip.
