I flit from fandom to fandom like an ADD butterfly, so this time I'm feeling the muse for my newest obsession: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D, because, I'm sorry, the characters are so intriguing and well developed I really want to try my hand at writing them !

Spoilers for all seasons MIGHT appear within so you've been warned. Also, I own nothing, all rights belong to Marvel and such.

Cheers, now onward!

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Jemma couldn't help the nervous bouncing of her left leg as he sat on the wooden bench in King's Cross Station next to Fitz, awaiting the arrival of the train that would take them to their destination...which, to her dismay, he would not divulge to her no matter how much she weedled and whined at her companion. She knew it had to be on the island, of course, since they were traveling by rail, but she couldn't imagine why Fitz would practically beg Coulson for a holiday and then not even use the chance to visit some exotic place they'd never been instead of England. Or Whales. Or Scotland. Wherever the devil he was taking her.

"Jemma," the familiar tone of amusement and placation of her best friend snapped her out of her contemplation and she started slightly at the weight of his hand where it came to rest on her thigh, stilling the bouncing and halting the steady thumping of her heel on the cement, She cast him a sheeping look and he gave her a cheeky smile in return. "You're gonna hammer a hole clear through the floor if you keep that up."

Overdramatic, as always. How very Fitz-like.

"Well, maybe if I knew where we were going and what the plan is for this little impromptu vacation of yours I would be a bit less fidgety!"

Fitz simply rolled his eyes and gave her leg a slight squeeze before removing his hand and slumping down in the bench to kick his legs out straight in front of him, leaning his head back on his crossed arms behind his neck to grin up at the high ceiling of the station. He looked infuriatingly comfortable and Jemma felt a strong desire to poke him in the ribs and draw out the usual unmanly squeal she knew would result from the action...but she couldn't bring herself to do it when she knew he was keeping all this a secret for a good reason, no matter how frustrated she was about the fact. He wanted to surprise her and it was selfish of her to keep trying to ruin it for him.

Sighing heavily, Jemma resigned herself to being in the dark on the matter and settled for reaching across the small divide between them on the bench and letting her fingertips trace down his side, making him jerk from the ticklish sensation but allowing him to maintain his dignity without shrieking...Leo Fitz was extremely ticklish she had discovered one particular night; it was now her secret weapon against him.

The result was immediate, he sat up straight and had grabbed her wrist to halt her tactics with almost inhuman reaction time (funny how fast one can move when instinct takes over). The space between them disappeared quickly as he scooted over to press right up next to her, preventing any further tickles by grabbing her free hand as well and holding both of her arms hostage across his chest. The pull of her second arm resluted in her having to twist sideways to accomodate the motion and she found herself face to face, annoyed blue eyes glared into her playful brown and she giggled slightly at his indignant expression and the way his botttom lip stuck out ever so slightly in a pout she didn't even think he knew he had.

"You're annoying," he said simply, but the hardness in his expression had already begun to fade and Jemma knew exactly how to get herself out of trouble, all it took was a quick peck on the lips and a nuzzle of their noses and he was all delight and soft smiles again.

"I still can't believe Coulson gave us a whole two weeks off!" Jemma wiggled out of his grip and sat back on the bench, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees and lay her head on her arms, twisting her neck to look up at her travelling companion, "I hesitate to ask exactly how you managed to convince him. He's only even allowed a few days at a time before."

"I have my ways," was the simple, cryptic response he offered and Jemma growled slightly in frustration, coming to the realization that Fitz wasn't going to be a very chatty counterpart on this train ride...at least not when it came to topics related to their holiday.

The sound of the overhead speakers announcing the impending arrival of the next train made the biochemist sigh with a tiny bit of relief as she stood up and stretched her arms over her head to work out the kinks from sitting on the bench, at least she might get some idea of where they were headed now that...

"I hope you've got some good music on your phone, because I'm gonna need you to wear these so you can't hear the stops being called." Jemma glanced back at him in surprise and found him holding out a pair of noise cancelling headphones.

"Of for...Fitz, you're being ridiculous!"

"We're not arguing about it. Take them and put them on as soon as we get settled."

"I..."

"Please, Jemma?"

Ugh, no...not the puppy eyes...not the bloody puppy eyes! Jemma squeezed the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes again the sight of her partner's big, blue, begging stare but even with thm closed she could feel the burn in her mind. She dared to take a peek and it proved to be a mistake because she was putty in his hands the second she got a look at him. Sighing, she held out her hand and accepted the headphones and the instructions that came with them.

"I promise you won't be sorry," He sounded a bit guilty about having used his foolproof ammunition against her and he smiled apologetically as he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, tracing the pad of his thumb along her cheekbone. "You trust me, yeah?"

"Of course I do." And she did. How could she not after all they'd been through together? Suddenly wearing the headphones seemed like the most trivial thing in the world and she placed them on with a thumbs up to show him she had no more reservations about it.

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The train ride was actually fairly pleasant and relaxing. Since she couldn't exactly converse with Leo in those headphones, she resigned herself to sifting through the playlist on her phone and leaning against him as she watched the landscape roll by. The lull of the train and the consistant movement of green in the window soon caused her eyes to become heavy and she must have dozed off because the next thing she knew, she was being shaken awake. Starting slightly, she sat up straight and glanced around to try and get her bearings, but her chin was suddenly cupped by Fitz's hand and it prevented it from looking out the window at the stop they were pulling up to. He gave her a stern look and shook his head at her, silently conveying that she couldn't yet know their destination...and then he produced a strip of material with a sly grin.

A blindfold? Goodness, he was going all out about this, wasn't he? She didn't like the idea, but she knew the sooner she let him have his way the sooner the mystery would finally be solved so she blew out a longsuffering breath and nodded for him to apply the blindfold. Before her sight was taken along with her hearing he gave her a wink, excitement quite obvious in his eyes...whatever he had planned must be something impressive for him to be this eager to keep it hidden.

Carefully and slowly, Fitz led her out of the train and along the platform and out to what she assumed was the street. Sure enough, Fitz's hand against her back informed her to duck down and she felt the familiar feel of a car seat under her. Sound flooded her world again as her headphones were unexpectedly removed and the car began to move forward.

"Not too far now," Jemma realized just how much she'd already begun to miss his voice already just from the lack of it during the train ride and she smiled softly at the familiar Scottish lilt. "Sorry for all the secrecy but I really want this to be perfect..."

"It's fine, Fitz," she was quick to reassure him because she could hear the guilt in his tone and she didn't think he had anything to feel guilty about, "I'm sure whatever you're scheming will be well worth it in the end."

They chatted back and forth during the taxi ride, easy and typical of them, they even managed to have a tiny bit of an argument about their newest project they'd begun in the lab back at the base before the driver informed Fitz they were arriving at the address. The car rolled to a stop and Jemma flet herself being pulled gently out to stand, she felt grass under her shoes and she could smell fresh, crisp air...nowhere near a city, it would seem. Fitz paid the cabbie and thanked him and then she felt him approach to stand beside her, her palm twitching slightly as he took her hand and interlaced their fingers, turning her slightly to face in a different direction than she had been.

"Alright," he told her softly, "You can take it off now."

She didn't hesitate for a moment, pulling the offending piece of cloth over her head to finally see what the all important and wonderful surprise would turn out to be...and when she saw it, she found she suddenly couldn't breathe, her eyes widened in utter disbelief at what she was seeing. It was a house, and not just any house...her house. The little cottage she'd told him about, in Perthshire.

She couldn't speak, she couldn't even think properly, she simply stared in shock as she took it all in. Every stone, every bush, every blade of grass even...it was exactly how she remembered it from back when she'd first seen it. Her eyes scanned the entire picture before them and finally came to rest on a small white sign in the yard next to the cobbled walkway...it swayed slightly in the Highland breeze, emblazoned with a bright red "SOLD".

But that would mean...

Slowly, she turned her gaze from the sign to the man standing next to her. He was watching her very closely, apprehension etched clearly in every inch of his face as he waited for her reaction. His entire form was tense, looking something akin to a rabbit getting ready to run at the first sign of danger.

"Surprise..." he said in a way that sounded almost like a question more than a declaration.

"Oh, Fitz..." It was all she could managed to squeeze out of her rapidly constricting throat before the dam burst and she threw herself into him with a loud and rather uncouth sobbing wail, arms wrapped desperately tight about his neck as she pulled him as close and as tight as she could manage, hoping to convey her absolute joy through her touch rather than her current blubbering.

He must have understood just fine because she felt his arms encircle her and she heard the rumble of a chuckle against her ear where it was pressed to his chest, she felt his grip increase until she was being squeezed so tight she almost couldn't bear it, but she also wanted it to last for always at the same time. But the pressure disappeared quickly and he went lax against her, as if a lifetime of tension had just melted off his shoulders and he played with pieces of her hair while she hid her face in the collar of his shirt and collected herself. Finally, she did, and she tilted her head back to meet his eyes.

"How did you...?" she began.

"Afford it?" He finished.

She nodded and her expression became one of concern. They were paid well enough now that S.H.I.E.L.D was up and running again officially, but it still wasn't enough to justify buying a house and property with. What had he done to gain the funds?

"Don't panic, Jemma, it's not like I whored myself out or anything," Fitz teased, a grin spreading across his face at her expression in response to that statement, "I just sold a very simple and innocent and not at all dangerous design to a company for a fairly hefty price."

Jemma gaped at him. Fitz had always stood by the fact that he wasn't in Engineering for the money, even though he had dozens of designs he considered "insignificant" and "meaningless" that could easily be sold for millions...but his pride never allowed him to fool around with any of his pre-S.H.I.E.L.D tinkerings, until now. He considered this gift more important than the pride he took in the complexity and ingenuity of his creations, and that was just as wonderful a gift as the house it's self.

"So..." his voice brought her back to the present and she realized he was now tugging at her hand in an effort to make her move from the place she'd rooted herself in her disbelief. "We gonna go in or not? I don't know about you, but I don't fancy getting drookit by those clouds coming in."

Jemma giggled at the Scottish term, it would seem just being back in his native country was already bringing out his roots. It was adorable, if she was honest. She allowed herself to be moved from her spot and she followed him up the path that led to the dark red front door of...

...their new home?

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I don't know about you all, but I'm a huge sucker for slice of life type stories and, let's be honest, Fitzsimmons DESERVE some simple pleasures!

Have it be known right now...I am not at all Scottish nor am I from the UK. I DO, however, have a great love for the UK and Ireland so I am definitely doing my research as I go so I can make things as accurate as possible. That said, forgive me if I write something totally out of whack (and feel free to correct me on it as well!).

As always, reviews would be wonderful if you have the time!