Jemma had walked into the lab after about an hour of clothing preparation with Skye. She had finally realized that she liked Fitz in that way, and she was going to do something about it. So, dressed in some of her nicer clothes, she walked into the lab prepared. She had memorized what she was going to say (definitely not that she liked him, of course, that would be too easy), and had prepared some funny science pick-up lines that Skye had found on the Internet. They were preposterous, of course, but decided to use them anyways.

"Hey, Fitz."

"Hey," he replied, still looking down at his work.

"Um…" she trailed off, biting her lip. "What are you doing?"

"Just working on this assignment Coulson gave for me. I'm supposed to finish it by Monday." He still didn't look up at her. Well, time to use those terribly inaccurate science pick-up lines.

"So, Fitz, are you made up copper and tellurium? Becau—" But before she finished, Fitz cut her off.

"Of course not, Jemma, that's absolutely preposterous. You know that if humans had copper and tellurium in their system, it would be highly toxic. You of all people should know that. Now, if you're just going to ask silly questions, I have work to be done, and would prefer not to be disturbed. But, we can talk later, I promise."

Jemma sharply exhaled before saying, "Okay, I'll see you later, then." She immediately left the lab and went into Skye's bunk.

"So, how'd it go?" Skye asked, a big grin on her face.

"He took those pick-up lines you gave me too literally. He didn't even let me finish them! Like, I'm flirting with you, you idiot!" She planted her face into Skye's pillow and groaned.

"Don't worry, Jemma. We'll try it from a different angle next time," Skye promised.