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Day 1

He sipped his tea hesitantly, not wanting to burn his tongue even more than he already had on his first drink. Usually he was good at gauging when his drinks were cool enough, but today he'd been distracted. It wasn't his fault that the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen had walked in. He'd gawked at her, not on purpose, but he'd just never seen someone who looked that amazing. So when he realised what he was doing, which just so happened to be the moment she'd noticed his lustful stare, he'd grabbed his drink and taken a big gulp. Anything to stop the moment being so awkward. Normally he was good at going unnoticed, but he'd put his foot in it today. And, of course when you drink a lot of scolding hot tea you then proceed to embarrass yourself as you deal with a very brunt mouth. For Fitz this meant squealing like a pig and spluttering… a lot. Followed shortly by flapping his tongue about to cool it off. To top it off the girl had still been watching. She had even let out a little laugh. She then did the worst possible thing in getting up and walking over to him and offered him some of her water.

'Here you go, have some water. That looked very unpleasant. You can keep the bottle actually, I'll go get a new one, you need this more than I do.' The American brunette said.

'Uhh… thank you…' Fitz mumbled, unsure of how to interact with such a beautiful woman.

'Well I'm meeting a friend soon so I'll leave you to your…' she peered down reading the title of his book '"The Grand Design"… cool. Seeya.' And she walked back to the booth she'd been sat at before. He wanted to clarify that this was his 2nd time reading the book, obviously he'd read it when it first came out and now he was doing it for his class, but she'd gone before he could speak. In hindsight it was probably a good thing; that most likely wasn't the way to impress a girl like that.

Alone again and sipping his tea, a much less enjoyable activity with a burnt tongue, he began to calm down from the ordeal. He relaxed and got back to reading the familiar book. Although it didn't really link to his degree his professor liked them to do a lot of wider reading. Setting monthly essays on books and articles which they would never come across on their course.

There was no way he was going to be as cocky as some of his peers who had also already read it. He was reading it to make sure he knew everything for definite, no way was he going into a test about a book he'd read five years ago without rereading it first. There was no shame in brushing up on it if it meant he got full marks. His peers might not see it the same way, but it was their grades that would suffer. Being that arrogant never helped anyone. Sure Fitz knew he was smart and he too could be cocky, but he was sure it wasn't to the same degree as the rest of them. He was smart because he put work into it, yes he had a natural flair for maths and physics, however he made sure he worked his butt off too. And that's how he got to the top. The others relied on their natural abilities and good memory too much and that was their mistake. For Fitz £9,000 was a huge amount of money to spend on his tuition each year and he be damned if he wasn't going to make the very most out of it all.


'The poor boy! He just made the strangest noise. I felt so bad for the guy; he went bright red and he didn't have any cold drink to cool his mouth so I had to help the guy out.' Skye rambled on, in a hushed voice. 'I think you'd like him, he's a nerd like you, he's reading some Hawking book and he seemed very socially awkward, your perfect match.' She joked.

'Come on, I'm way less awkward than I was a year ago, university has really helped bring out my confidence.' She told her friend.

'Well if this is you confident I'd hate to have seen you when you first arrived.' Skye let out a giggle. The two girls were catching up on their Christmas holidays. They had met at a New Year's party last year and the two had hit it off. That might partially have been due to the alcohol boosting Jemma's confidence, but mostly because Skye was just so easy-going. They had both woken up in her dorm and had nursed their hangovers together. Unsure of how they'd ended up in Jemma's room the girls tried to retrace their steps of the evening, each of them remembering slightly different things. The adventure had come up as a bust and half the night was still a mystery over a year later, but it had solidified their friendship.

'You know I think I've seen him around actually, he's always in the library, and pottering around the science labs. I don't think I've ever seen him with anyone though… kind of sad really. Although doesn't seem that bothered by it, maybe he likes his peace and quiet.' Jemma said, recognising the curly haired man across the room. A mischievous smile appeared on her friends face. 'No! I don't know what you're thinking, but whenever you get that look on your face it gets us in trouble. How many times do I have to tell you that I don't like getting in trouble, there are rules for a reason Skye.' Jemma spluttered, nervous at whatever plan Skye was conjuring up.

'What? No! I do not always get us in trouble' Skye said in mock denial 'like once has that happened….' Jemma stared her down 'Okay twice, or maybe a few times. But that's not the point, all I was thinking is that we should go talk to the guy, if nothing else I want to know why he's not wearing a jumper or coat or anything, it's January for goodness sake!' Skye exclaimed, getting more frustrated than she should about someone else's clothing choice.

'Skye leave him alone, he obviously gets nervous talking to people he doesn't know. Just from your recount of your encounter I can tell you that much. He probably likes to be alone so let him be.' And that was it. Skye let it go, understanding Jemma's point. The idea that some people liked to be alone was a weird one for her, but she could let it go ... for now.

The conversation drifted back to Christmas, laughing about the embarrassing dances Jemma's farther had done, lusting over the amazing meal that Trip's mother had prepared for Skye when she had visited her childhood best friend on Christmas as usual. Maybe Skye didn't have a family, but she had Trip and his mother and that meant truly amazing meals and awesome company, which was a close second according to Skye. Skye didn't like to dwell on her being an orphan, but Jemma knew it affected her a lot more than she let on. Sure Trip seemed great on the few occasions she'd met him when he'd come to England, but Jemma was sure Skye would take a family of her own over them any day. But that was a whole different topic, and today was meant to be about catching up and enjoying each other's company. So Jemma put that to the back of her mind and continued on with the light banter and sharing of anecdotes.

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