AN- Hey guys, this is my first AOS fanfiction, sorry it is short but this was just a one-shot idea I have had since the beginning of season 3. Hope you enjoy it.
Coulson was working late, he was under so much pressure at the moment, with the ACTU and trying to discover Lash's identity, whilst dealing and tracking the Inhumans. He felt like he was going to crack. He stopped reading over his notes and rubbed his eyes. It was late, nearly three in the morning according to Coulson's clock. Which is why he was so surprised when a light started flashing on his monitor, indicating the base door was opening. Either someone was going out, or coming in.
Coulson grabbed his gun and cocked it, he left his office and held the gun steady and in position. He knew he was being a tad dramatic, but due to the circumstances in which his team was currently in, he took more than necessary precautions. There was no one around, leading Coulson to believe someone had left the base. He opened the door of the playground and stashed the gun in the waistband of his suit trousers.
"Jemma?"
The scientist was sitting cross legged in the grass, staring up at the sky, she was in her pyjamas but the moisture from the early morning mist and the bitter cold of November didn't seem to be bothering her. She turned to face the Director and smiled. If Coulson hadn't of known Jemma any better, he would have thought her drunk.
"What are you doing out here? It's three in the morning and freezing out!"
"I'm sorry, I know we aren't supposed to leave the base without notifying somebody, but I needed to see the stars from Earth. From this solar system." She replied. Coulson smiled sadly and bowed his head, before stripping off his jacket and draping around her shoulders. He positioned himself next to Jemma and begam pointing out various constellations to her.
"It's comforting to see the moon at such a far away distance. To know that I am grounded here, for now. It's a beautiful skyline. I don't think I appreciated it enough before. My dad used to take me to look at the stars and they have always fascinated me, but from a scientific point of view, rather than an aesthetic point of view."
Coulson smiled. "When I was a kid," he started "my mum used to tell me that this constellation was specific for me. She could she her and myself holding hands. I could never see it but I always insisted that I knew where and what she was talking about because it made her so happy. I look up there now and can see the outlines she meant. The stars always remind me of my mother."
Jemma laughed sweetly at his story, but he watched as her expression slowly broke and crumbled into silent sadness. She began to cry silently, tears marking her face. Coulson feels a pang of guilt, wishing he did something sooner. He wrapped his arm around her and guided her head onto his shoulder.
"I haven't yet told you how glad I am to have you back Simmons, and that you're okay. It's all going to be okay from now on."
Jemma continued to sob silently into the director's chest, and in that moment, Coulson felt as relieved and relaxed as he had done in a long, long time.