I opened my eyes, wincing at the harsh fluorescents. The back of my head felt like it had been hit by a sledgehammer. Where was I? I sat up slowly, looking around with a gasp. No flipping way. I was there. On the "bus." And from the looks of it, I was in Fitzsimmons lab. It was quiet and mostly dark. Finding a clock, I saw it was three AM. Everyone must have been asleep.

Well, almost everyone.

"Turn slowly, hands up."

I had to stop the geeky fangirl moment that was dying to erupt. I knew that voice. Slowly, I turned, hands raised as requested. "Hi there."

Coulson had a gun trained on me, looking ever calm and in control of the situation. "How were you able to get on this plane midflight?"

"That, I don't know. But oh my god, you're totally Agent Coulson. I cannot freaking believe it!" Well, I'd held out on the fangirl moment as long as I could.

"And who are you?"

I extended my hand. "Sita. Nice to meet you!"

He took in my appearance. Blue jeans, grey tee, brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and black rimmed glasses helping my blue eyes focus. Slowly, he put away his gun and shook my hand. "Well, Sita. First thing is first. What are you doing here?"

"Having the best freaking dream ever, I would imagine." To check, I pinched myself. "OW! Hey! I'm not dreaming?" I tilted my head. "Whoa. This means the dimensional thingy ma-bobber worked." My eyes widened. "Ooo! Let's get FitzSimmons! They might be able to help!"

Undoubtedly, this was not the strangest thing he'd heard. He studied me a little more. "Very well. This way." Motioning, he lead me up the spiral staircase.

"Dude, Fury should have totally let you have the fish tank." I plopped onto a couch as Coulson stopped in his tracks.

"How did you know about that?"

"Let's get everyone in here and I'll just explain all at once."

()

The Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. were standing in front of me. They were really there. And my eyes were glued to Agent Ward. Could you blame me? Hello, eye candy.

Coulson cleared his throat. "So, you were going to explain?"

"Huh?" I pulled my gaze from Ward. "Oh yeah!" I sat up a little straighter. "So, the deal is, I'm not from here. This dimension. In my world, you guys aren't real. You're characters in a story. How I got here was a stupid find on eBay. I thought it was just a toy but when I activated it, I ended up here."

Skye smiled brightly. "We're characters?"

I nodded. "Yup."

Fitz looked giddy. "Did you bring the device?"

Simmons was wide eyed. "Would you mind a few blood tests? To see if the dimensional shifts affect physiology?"

I winced. "Needles?"

Ward crossed his arms. "There are other ways to get what we need."

I licked my lips. "You wanna pin me down?" I wiggled my eyebrows. "I promise to resist if you want."

He shifted uncomfortably. "That's…"

Coulson stepped up. "It's late. I say we get our guest a place to sleep and hash this out in the daylight."

May nodded. "I'm going to stay on the stick. She can use my bunk. It's right next to Ward's in case she tries anything."

"Or I could just sleep with Agent Ward," I offered.

Coulson tried to hide his smile. "I think May's bunk will be sufficient."

()

I couldn't sleep. Not here. Not with Agent Ward right next door. I'd heard the door to his bunk close and wondered what he wore to bed. May's bunk was boring. She didn't have anything personal decorating her area. Of course, if you were trying to move on from your past, you wouldn't want reminders all around you.

Sighing, I tapped on the wall connecting the bunk to Ward. I was horrible at Morse code. I was trying to tap out something like "I need a sandwich" but I'm sure it came out "Crocodile baggage." Whatever it was, it got his attention. The door to his bunk opened and soon after, so did mine. He had a look of annoyance about him. Still cute.

"What are you doing?" he grumbled.

"Morse code?"

"That has to be the worst I have ever heard."

"But you heard it. What did it say?"

"'Crazy banana fort.'" He didn't look amused.

"Huh. That was pretty close." I smiled and stood, stepping up to him. "Hey, I know you don't know me, but I know you. Sort of. I mean, I follow your story. It's weird, I know. But you can trust me. I promise."

"You follow my story." He shook his head. "I still can't wrap my head around that."

"Really? Then wrap your head around this." Before he could think, I leaned in, pressing my lips to his. He hesitated before finally kissing back. I was kissing Agent Grant Ward.

After a moment, he grabbed my wrists and held me back some. "What are you doing?"

"Living the dream?" I smiled.

A crashing noise shook the plane, sending me tumbling into Ward's arms. He steadied us before turning back to his training. "Stay here," he instructed.

"Fat chance." I followed him out into the main area where Coulson was already heading to the cockpit. "We're under fire. Buckle in. May's heading us to a safe zone."

Ward glared at me. "What did you do?"

My eyes were wide. "Hey, this isn't me!"

"Just get her buckled in and we'll interrogate when we get to HQ," Coulson instructed.

I swallowed thickly at the notion. These were Agents. Real ones. And they were the best. I really didn't want to be on the other end of an interrogation. Unless it involved truth serum…