This story takes place in a non-canon universe months after the season 1 finale where Fitz and Simmons are together and is a sequel to blue Bumble Bees. Fitz had minimal damage from almost drowning. You do not need to read Blue Bumble Bees to read this one.

I leave a reference to the science fiction series Fringe in each chapter of each of my stories. Be on the lookout for strange extras even if you have never seen the show ;).

Agents of Shield belongs to its cruising to awesomeness creators and ABC and Marvel.

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"And she's going to get scared once you go below deck," Leo told Skye hovering around her as she packed her bag. "So you should probably hold her hand for bit. Now she isn't going to initiate that, you'll need to hold yours out. Don't make too much of a deal of it though, that'll just make her more nervous."

"Got it," Skye said, jamming her toothbrush into her suitcase. "But Fitz I'm sure she'll be fine. She's a Shield agent remember, she's faced worse."

"Not by choice," he reminded her irritably. He really hoped she wasn't going to belittle Jemma's aquaphobia simply because she'd 'faced worse.' "Skye this is serious," he insisted.

She sighed as she paused her (very last minute) packing and faced him frowning.

"Fitz I get it, she's still sensitive to the idea of being trapped underwater. I'll look out for her, I really will but I need to pack my bras and other private things so could you..?"

"We'll you should have packed last night," he scolded as she herded him out and she rolled her eyes at him before closing the door.

"And if she starts on about the number of lifeboats," he continued from the other side of the door, "remind her we checked out the cruise line and they meet all safety standards. The S.S. Snakehead is owned by Stark Industries, it's a top quality cruise. Not one accident in ten years. Well maybe don't mention accidents but-"

"Fitz, I got it," she called back, muffled by the door. She almost sounded amused but she also seemed a bit annoyed. "Go say goodbye to your girlfriend, you aren't going to be spending a lot of time together until we get to Hawaii."

"Well now you're just trying to get rid of me and y- you're right...," he realized.

Six days seemed like too long. Why had they been given separate covers?

In truth, he suspected Coulson didn't entirely trust them to stay on mission yet, being all new and couple-y.

Bah! Their team leader underestimated them. They weren't hormonal high school students (not that he'd been overly hormonal while he was in high school) they were Shield agents like Skye had said. They'd show him, they'd be completely on mission this time, completely.

He grumbled to himself about ridiculous rules as he sought out Jemma.

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"Don't let him eat too many spicy popcorn shrimp," Jemma warned May as she prepared her luggage, placing an ICER and a gun alarmingly between her shirts. "He says he can handle them but trust me he is going to be complaining about his stomach for an hour afterwards." She eyed the place her friend had covered the gun with a grey shirt anxiously. "You're sure Fitz is going to be alright working with you on your part? I mean you're all secret agent and physically strong and he's... he's Fitz. He is a secret agent too of course and he's as brave as anyone but he's not... like you. He can't do fighting off six bad guys with his feet. I know he keeps talking about that one time he kicked an aggressor's head in but-"

"Agent Fitz is my teammate and my friend," she interrupted shutting her suitcase and zipping it closed. "I would protect him with my life."

"Right, of course," Jemma agreed, touched by May's words but not entirely reassured. Was she seriously thinking that was something she'd need to do?

"I make no promises on the shrimp though. What Fitz wants to put into his body is his own business." she asserted.

"Until he starts complaining about it," Jemma mumbled. But she knew May was right.

"Why don't you go say goodbye," May suggested. "We leave in an hour and it's a long way to Hawaii."

Only an hour? What was she doing sitting here talking about shrimp and wasting the rest of their dwindling time? Her cover, poor Sally Johnson, didn't know May or Leo and she'd have to remain in character. Not that she was worried about her acting, she'd been practicing Sally for two days now. Preparation was key to any successful endeavor.

She thanked May for the advice and skipped off to find her boyfriend.

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Thank you for all your reviews, likes, follows and reads! you are all setting sail to awesome.

For anyone new welcome aboard!

This is really just a prologue, I usually do longer chapters just to warn you in case you like shorter ones.

The title of this story is in a reference to T.R.A.C.K.S which inspired it and have finally realize the acronym title is a reference to the show's title.

The Fringe reference is the name of the boat Snakehead which is apparently a fish but also the title of a second season episode where things go badly during a boat trip(but not a cruise)

Oh yes and all highschool students, I know you guys are responsible. I hope Fitz's comment didn't offend anyone.