Disclaimer: I'm just a fan of Agents of SHIELD, playing around with characters and such... If you recognize it, I don't own it. Unfortunately.
A/N: So, I originally had written "Chapter 1" as a one-shot, but then I started thinking about all these other songs Skye could get caught singing, and, well... why not? I'm pretty sure I'm going to start calling this series a crack!fic, because, honestly.
"Where are we?" Skye wondered, looking out the window at the landscape around them.
"Ah… somewhere south of Louisville." Trip said, after consulting the map in his hands. He was riding shotgun as May drove; FitzSimmons and Skye were sitting in the back. Coulson was following in Lola.
"Ugh. We've been in this car all night. Let's stop for an early lunch." Skye suggested, and May raised her eyebrow toward her through the rearview mirror.
"Where?!" Fitz asked incredulously, gesturing around them. They were on some sort of service road; hardly paved and surrounded by fields.
"Anywhere," Skye pointed out. "It's blue skies all around. We're going to be eating on the road, anyway – we might as well actually stop and stretch our legs some."
May must've agreed with her, because ten minutes later she was pulling off into the grass.
"I still don't see why we didn't take the Bus…" Fitz was muttering as they all got out, and May ignored him as she moved to the back to pull out the cooler of food.
"Too conspicuous." Trip replied, hopping out and tossing the map onto his seat. He lifted his arms in the air as he stretched, and Skye took the opportunity to punch him in the stomach. He narrowed his eyes at her and wrapped his arms around her in a loose choke-hold. They were wrestling to the ground when Coulson pulled up next to them, his eyebrow raised over the rim of his aviators. Trip stood up and cleared his throat, wiping dust and grass off of his jeans. Skye grinned and hopped up, reaching out to rest her hand on Lola's rear wheel well. Trip watched warily, but Coulson didn't seemed bothered by Skye's familiarity with the car at all.
"She's looking good, AC," Skye grinned, running her hand across the car in almost the same reverent manner Trip had seen Coulson do.
"She is," Coulson agreed, a wide smile on his face as he got out of the car and shut the door. Trip stood back and watched Coulson walk around the front of the car, trailing his hand along the hood. Trip smirked and turned away before Coulson noticed, moving toward May to help pull out the sandwiches and drinks for everyone.
Everyone ended up enjoying that they had stopped for a little bit, and they relaxed in the grassy field for a couple of hours. FitzSimmons went for a little walk together, meandering around side-by-side with their heads bent toward one another as they talked. Skye watched them with a smile on her face, but then thought of Trip and winced, glancing over at him. He was sitting on the tailgate of the SUV with May, looking quite content. Skye wasn't sure what they had been talking about, but their hushed tones didn't seem stressed or tense, so she didn't worry too much.
Coulson had let Skye sit on the back fender of his car while she ate, so long as she kept her drink on the ground next to her feet. They never talked about how he had rescued Skye from the Bus, but he seemed to understand that Skye had a new sort of appreciation for Lola, and he let her hang around a little more than usual. He was currently leaning against the rear quarter panel next to her, his hands in his pockets and his face neutral as he looked out somewhere in the distance. The overall silence was peaceful, and comforting, but Skye was also a little weirded out by it. They've been so busy lately trying to track down the remaining loyal operatives, HYDRA sleeper cells, and replacement parts for Lola…
Yeah, that had been a requirement on Coulson's part. He managed to last one week before approaching Skye and asking her if she could create a fake secure account he could use to hunt down car parts.
Skye smirked, recalling his thinly veiled desperation, and pulled out her earphones and iPod. She liked peaceful silences, but sometimes she just needed a little music, too.
"Alright, we should get back on the road." May said after a while, and everyone helped clean up and put stuff away. Coulson leaned over and pressed Lola's horn a couple times to alert FitzSimmons, and Skye sighed as she looked into the back of the SUV.
"Can I ride with you, boss-man?" Skye asked Coulson, not begging but giving him her best 'pleeease' face. He looked amused, but nodded and picked up his duffel from the passenger seat, moving it to the trunk. He noticed the huge smile that crossed her face as she moved her bag from the SUV to his car, but he kept his mouth shut. As Skye got in, he felt eyes on him and turned toward the SUV.
May had her "you're an idiot" face on, and Trip looked surprised. Coulson nodded toward them, pulling his sunglasses out of his pocket and slipping them on.
"See you at Base," He said, climbing in and turning the car on. Skye had settled in fairly quickly, and was once more in her own world, nodding her head in beat to her music. Coulson nodded toward FitzSimmons when they neared, and pulled out onto the road, being careful not to spray dirt.
Though, he was driving a Corvette, so – purely for Trip's benefit, of course – he was pulling ninety by the time May had the SUV back on the road.
He heard Skye laugh, and glanced over at her to see her lean her head back with her eyes closed, her hair pulled back from the wind. She quickly put it up into a ponytail and pulled out her own pair of aviators.
"I haven't worn these since I pretended to be May," Skye laughed again, and Coulson smiled.
This isn't so bad.
A few hours later they hit rainy weather, and he had to pull off to the side of the road to put the top back up. Skye helped him out to try and get it done quickly, but they both still got pretty wet. They sat there in the car for a few moments as rain pattered against the roof, catching their breath, and Skye had that grin on her face again.
"What?" Coulson asked, perturbed that his suit was going to wrinkle, and she shook her head.
"Nothing," She said, grin still plastered on. He gave her a look before pulling back onto the road, flipping on the lights. Other than the rain and the road, they were sitting in comfortable silence for a while until Skye broke it. "But baby I can only focus on one," She sang under her breath.
"You're singing again." Coulson told her; he hadn't heard what she said but he could tell that she was singing.
"The way you're looking back at me right now, I'm thinkin' bout everything I shouldn't be thinking about…" She hadn't heard him.
"Skye. Is that country music?" Coulson asked incredulously.
"You're playing with my mind, baby, ain't no doubt; I'm thinkin' bout everything I shouldn't be thinking about." She was really getting into it; paying no attention to him.
"Inappropriate. Inappropriate." Coulson muttered, shifting in his seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
"Baby, since you and me are on the same page, let's do something bout it. What do you say?"
"Hell."
"What?" Skye pulled the left earphone away, looking over at him. "Did you say something?"
"No. Nothing." Coulson said, keeping his eyes on the road.
He had never been turned on by a woman singing country music before.
There's a first time for everything, I suppose, He thought dryly.
Song: "Everything I Shouldn't Be Thinking About" - Thompson Square
