Spoilers: May contain spoilers from the show so far aired.

Disclaimer: I do not own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

A/N: Okay, so I'm going through a writer's block and I stumbled upon this 30 Days Challenge and I thought "Why the hell not?". It's a great way to try get back in the writing game, so I gave it a try. The problem is that I SUCK at deadlines, so I basically use this as prompts and write whenever I get the time or whenever I feel like, and not doing a chapter per day. Oh, and one more thing I have to warn y'all: I'm terrible at going through with these challenges, so if by any chance I don't update this after a long while, it's because I suck at finishing what I started, but I will try my best to complete this one! :) hope you enjoy it! Xx


01 - Holding hands

The first time Skye and Jemma officially held hands, wasn't romantic at all. The whole situation in which it happened, was a little scary to be honest.

It all started when objects on smooth surfaces started to slide and some started to shake all over the lab where the two girls were working. Within a few seconds, sample glasses and tubes started shattering onto the ground as the whole bus was shaking rather violently. Turbulence.

May's voice came through the intercom seconds after the girls realized what was happening, giving the team a brief heads up. "Ward, I need your assistance. The rest of you buckle up. This is going to be intense."

Coulson, Ward and Fitz were at conference room discussing the mission at hand at that time. Coulson spoke through the intercom almost immediately after May, before going to the lounge with Fitz to take seats. "Ward is on his way. Skye, Simmons, follow the protocol. Be safe."

They had been through turbulence before, but May's tone and the request for Ward's help - as well as Coulson's instructions - made both Skye and Jemma exchange wary looks as they dropped everything they were trying to put away to protect from breaking, and rushed outside the lab for the emergence seats by the cargo bay walls.

They crossed the small distance from the lab to the wall stumbling over their legs since walking steady was almost impossible with the bus trembling like that. They stopped by the right wall, pulled the seats down and sat at the same time, pulling the straps over their shoulders and chest, buckling it up over their laps.

It should be ironic for Skye to be scared of flying when she was named after the sky itself. She wasn't precisely scared of flying, but she was terrified of crashing. Jemma felt the same way. She had been through some scary training about how to survive plane crashes and she was most definitely not excited about experiencing one in reality, especially after her whole sky-diving experience.

As they stayed seated, waiting with their eyes closed for the worse part to end, their hands fell to their sides and into the short space between them. The back of their hands slightly grazed, clashing together a few times due to the trepidation, and in an unconscious move, they reached out for one another, their fingers intertwining in a tight-white-knuckles grip.

They barely even noticed when and how it happened. It felt just as natural as if they had done that many times before. Perhaps if they were under other circumstances they would have reacted differently. But either way, they only acknowledged they were holding hands once it was over.

The girls lost track of time as their hands stayed locked. That link soothed their emotions and comforted them in a way that they didn't even notice when the bus was back at its steady flight, and they didn't let go of each other until hearing May's voice over the intercom reassuring everything was all right and the team could resume their previous work.

Her voice had startled them both, making their fingers magically unlock their hold on each others hands as if an electric current had gone through them. Their eyes locked for a moment then; Jemma blushing slightly as Skye shyly grinned in return.

They only dropped their gaze when they heard Coulson and Fitz coming down the stairs to the cargo bay.

Fitz passed by them in a rush. He did glance their way to see if they were okay as he hit the floor, and once he didn't see any visible bruises, he ran towards the lab, mumbling curses at all the mess they would have to clean.

"Are you girls all right?" Coulson asked in his slightly worried tone.

"If I knew this was going to be like a roller-coaster ride, I would've considered not having lunch earlier" Skye teased finally freeing herself from the buckle.

Jemma was already up, fixing her hair and straightening her lab-coat as she replied, "We're okay, sir."

Coulson gave them his tight lip smile. "Good. Now you two be careful at the lab with all the shattered-" he was warning them when was interrupted by Fitz' rather funny but desperate screaming.

"OH NO NO NO NO! NOT THE HOLOPAD! OH BLODDY HELL!"

The three of them outside the lab looked at Fitz' way trying to suppress their smiles. "Please remind Fitz that we can buy his broken equipment as soon as we landed." Coulson added before moving to the far end of the ramp to check on Lola.

"Yes, sir." The girls answered in unison.

As they moved to enter the lab - both very close to one another - their hands grazed ever so lightly, their fingers so eager to hold each other one more time that they reach towards the other almost at free will. And when the tip of their fingers softly caressed one another, it felt like an electric current had passed through them once again.

The slightest of the touch trigged something in them; heart skipping a beat, a chill down the spine, butterflies on the stomach... Both girls were very aware of those feelings now. It is not like they were already aware of the fact of having feelings for each other all along, but they have finally figured that out now.

Ever since Skye and Jemma met each other, they had hit it off right from the beginning, but what they didn't quite figured out was that there was something between them that went a little bit beyond the friendship zone. Something that was finally brought to surface thanks to that turbulence that made them share a moment. And whether that moment was intentional or not, things were different between the two of them now.

As they were about to enter the lab, they fought back the urge to grab hold of the other's hand just as the urge to look in each other's eyes.

They were both afraid of scaring the other off if they do something wrong. In their minds, maybe a single long look could do that, so they crossed the lab door silently and without sharing a single glance, and started helping Fitz with cleaning up the mess.

They wanted to talk about it, and they probably will eventually, but they knew that this wasn't the right moment. The hacker and the scientist silently opted for giving each other time. Time to adjust to these feelings that a simple holding hands made they noticed that they have been feeling all along.