Bobbi walked into her apartment, expecting Skye or Jemma. She was beyond ready to unwind for the night. She had had a three hour lab that morning and needed to just veg for a little. Maybe work out after. It was quickly apparent, however, that neither Skye nor Jemma were home. But someone else was.

Hunter was.

"Hunter, what are you doing here?"

"Bob! Hi!" he said, walking over to her and kissing her. "Guess what?" he was smiling widely, bigger than she'd seen him smile in ages, actually.

"Um, you're here?" she asked. That had to be what he was surprising her with. What else was there?

"Yes, but no. That's not the big thing. I've got it," he said, clapping his hands together. He was almost giddy. She wanted to feel his giddiness, but found that she could only muster up cautiousness, and a little bit of skepticism. What was it that had him this way?

"Got what?"

"I figured out how to fix everything. Fix my life, fix us. We're going to be happy again," he said.

Bobbi smiled, a little confused. "Lance, I am happy." Happy with her life, at least.

"As am I, but not as happy as we were in high school, right? Not together. So I found a solution," he said. "I'm gonna come here. We're going to stop the long-distance thing, because it's clearly not working."

"What?" Bobbi asked. "You're transferring?"

He couldn't do that. Wouldn't do that. Would he? She was trying to find some part of her that was excited but she just couldn't process the idea of him being here all the time, with no break. How to balance him, and her friends and workouts and schoolwork.

"No! I can't get in here. I'll get a job, take a few classes before I apply. College was never for me anyway. I do my own thing," he said.

Bobbi lifted her hands to her temples. This was not happening. "Hunter, you can't drop out of school to fix our relationship. That's insane," she snapped.

"It just might be insane enough to work!" he said, starting to get frustrated. "We're being spontaneous. But we're going with our feelings. Or at least, I assume we are, I'm not exactly sure, you haven't been exactly forthcoming."

"Forthcoming? I told you about my stress, and you barely reacted," she said.

"You can't hold one thing above my head! That's not fair, Bob."

Bobbi couldn't believe him. Not fair? It wasn't one thing that she was holding onto. It her looking at one of many instances where their relationship was less than perfect. Sure, she could be better about sharing, but it wasn't like he was good about it those moments she did open up to him.

"You're acting like a child, Hunter. You're being unreasonable."

"Well, I'm dealing with you! God, you know what it's like arguing with you? You refuse to lose, to listen, to compromise! I might not always be sensitive but I put a hell of a lot into our relationship, but as soon as we're in a fight, you forget all about that. Do you know what it's like, arguing with you? Bob, you could argue a man to suicide!" he shouted.

Bobbi felt like she'd been smacked. "I can't believe you just said that to me," she said, and she felt a wave of emotions crash over her. The only thing she could make sense of was that she couldn't look at him right now. "Get out. Now."

"What?"

"I appreciate that you came here all of this way to try and fix us but I cannot look at you after what you just said to me. Get out of my house," she said, and her voice was so calm it almost scared her.

Hunter grumbled something and left the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

Bobbi stood in the middle of the empty apartment, waiting for tears. None came. She let out a slow breath, resting her head against the wall. Her heart hurt.

She could feel it. She could feel the end of her relationship and it hurt like a son of a bitch at the moment.

She knew it would be freeing. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, maybe in a few days she'd feel it. But at the moment all she could feel was that the boy she'd been dating since high school just walked out of her apartment, and she knew with almost 100% certainty he wouldn't be coming back. Not as her boyfriend, anyway.

Bobbi had outgrown him. And their relationship. He was right. He tried more than she did. Sure, she gave more, and he could be real uncaring about some things, but he tried. He called her in the middle of the night to say he loved her. He came miles and miles just to visit her. She didn't visit him.

It was time for her to get off of the rollercoaster.

She didn't realize how long she'd been standing there, but all of a sudden she heard the door open. Both Jemma and Skye were home

"Bobbi?" Jemma asked. She sounded worried. "Is everything okay?"

Bobbi pulled away from the wall, looking at both of them. "Hunter and I broke up," she said, crossing her arms. "And I'm not sure how I feel about it."

"I'm sorry, Bobbi," Skye said, and Bobbi could tell she meant it. Which was unexpected, but appreciated.

"Let's order pizza and watch Star Wars tonight," Jemma said.

Bobbi nodded.

"I think I have something that can cheer you up," Skye said, and started rummaging around the kitchen. Bobbi sat on the couch as Jemma called the pizza place. "Here!"

Skye set down a can of Cactus Cooler in front of Bobbi, who couldn't help but grin.

"Where did you get this?" she asked.

Skye shrugged, finding the 'Empire Strikes Back' dvd and putting in the blu-ray player. "I keep a stash just in case you have a really bad day."

Bobbi shook her head. "You're a damn good roommate, Skye."

"It's true."

Skye sat down on one side of Bobbi, and Jemma sat down on the other.

"You alright?" Jemma asked.

Bobbi have a half-shrug. "I think so. I knew we'd always butt heads but I never thought we'd actually call off our relationship. I guess I was wrong," she said. She settled in against the couch then, popping open the can of Cactus Cooler. "It sucks. But there's some thankfully rational part of me that thinks this is probably the right decision."

Being single didn't feel different. Bobbi didn't think it would, but it really didn't feel different.

That was what really proved to her that her relationship had been half-alive for a while. If being with Hunter, long distance, felt the same as not being with him at all, that said a lot about their relationship.

There was a logical part of her that wanted to be single a while, just so she could make sure she didn't rush into anything. Another part of her that wanted a rebound to get it out of her system.

And then there was yet another part of her that wanted to run into Mack's workshop, push him up against the counter and kiss him.

Look, Mack was a great friend. A really great friend. But he also could be a really good…something else. She knew they friendship had gained a flirtation at some point, and that she was way too fond of staring at him. She also knew that she'd opened up to Mack more than she'd ever opened up to Hunter.

All of those different parts of her didn't matter though. Her academics didn't allow her to do much else. Finals were coming up. Then she'd be home for a few weeks, stuck near Hunter, and away from her friends.

"You know, if you need to release stress, I'm sure Trip would be happy to-"

"I'm good, Skye. I can work this out with stress runs. I don't really need to add a fourth body to your little 'friends with benefits' web," Bobbi said.

Skye shrugged. "Alright. But the offer stands."

She had about twenty minutes of peace before she got a text from Mack. He'd been great during her post-breakup funk. He didn't pity her, didn't pry. He just let her come hang out or vent when she had needed it, and now she was back on her feet.

M: How's studying?

B: Don't ask. How's your experiment?

M: No one's here. Lots of work getting done.

She smiled, and he sent another text before she could even reply.

M: Bored as hell.

B: Say no more. I'm on my way.

In a few minutes, she was settled on the counter in his workshop, handing him whatever tool he requested.

She could feel herself all lit up as soon as she saw him. She tried to stop it, but she couldn't. Even Mack noticed.

"What's up with you? You were smiling like the sun when you came in. I mean I'm not complaining, just curious," he said.

"Just a good day," Bobbi said. "You excited to go home for the holidays?"

Mack shrugged, tinkering with the engine some more. "I'm ready for a break. But I'm also leaving stuff behind. Breaks aren't exactly the same this time around as they were during undergrad."

"Yeah, I bet it's different."

Mack paused, straightening up. Bobbi could see the oil on his hands and the way his shirt tightened against him and let her gaze linger. "What are you doing next Friday night? Do you have a final? Or are you heading home?"

Bobbi shook her head. "Nope. My last final is Friday morning, and I head home Saturday morning. Why?"

Mack sighed, scratching his jaw. "I have a department dinner on Friday. All of the others in the department, the faculty, some alumni. Lots of connections, lots of schmoozing, which I kind of hate."

"Yeah that sounds awful."

"Oh it will be. Which is why they gave us a plus one, I guess. To make sure no one falls asleep during dinner. Anyway, I figure, you're fun, and you're a damn impressive woman, I would only have to schmooze about half as much with you there. So if you're free, what do you say? Help a friend out?" he asked.

"Wow you really know how to pitch an idea. I get to do all of your work for you and have to suffer through this too?" she asked, smiling. "Yeah, I'll go. But you'll owe me."

"Deal." He leaned forward, his eyes warm. "There are worse people to be beholden to, Barbara."

Yeah, it was shit like this that made her want to press him up against the wall and kiss him until her lungs hurt. She wasn't used to restraining herself. Not when she was with Hunter, not before Hunter. But Mack was her friend, so she found some semblance of self control.

"So this is a date with Mack? Yes?" Skye asked.

"No!" Bobbi said, stepping into a pair of shoes with just the slightest heel. She didn't usually get to wear heels. Mack was taller than her, though, so she was able to.

"So what is it?"

"I'm helping him not die of boredom during a department dinner. Like a good friend would," she said.

"So this dress…"

Bobbi rolled her eyes. "It's a formal event," she said, smoothing out the navy blue fabric.

"Oh. I didn't realize there was so much leg involved in formalwear," Skye said with a shit-eating grin. Bobbi's glare was shooting daggers.

"I'm tall, sue me. It's not inappropriate!"

"Not at all," Skye agreed. "Just clings to you perfectly and is hot as hell."

Bobbi let out an annoyed groan. "Do you want to take me on a date? Huh? Or can you get off my back, now?"

Skye laughed and got off of Bobbi's bed, resting her hands up on Bobbi's shoulders. "You look great, Bobbi. Perfect for a formal, and beautiful. I'm just joking. Mack knows why you're doing this. Knock 'em dead."

"Thanks," Bobbi said. "Phil and Melinda picking you up tonight?"

Skye nodded. "Yeah…though it's still weird you call them that. They're my mom and dad."

"Your mom taught me self-defense for like six years, you know that right?"

"We only just made that connection last year, Morse, its no excuse," Skye said, laughing. She didn't really seem to care. "Anyway, I'll see you when we get back from break. Enjoy the relaxation."

"You too," Bobbi said and gave her one final hug.

Skye went back to her room to she could finish packing and Bobbi got ready for Mack to come.

She wasn't nervous. She was going to be in a room of engineers and she spent a lot of time with one, and she was smart as hell. She'd hold her own just fine. She was kind of dreading certain parts of this dinner. If Mack thought it was going to be boring, she was in for a long, long evening.

Skye left to grab dinner, and just a few minutes later there was a knock at the door. Time to get this show on the road.

She opened the door and couldn't help but smile at the sight. Mack looked good in suit and tie. Really good.

He gave an impressed nod when he saw her. "Well, Barbara, you clean up vey nicely."

"Thanks. You're not too bad yourself," she teased, fiddling with the knot of his tie for a second. She really should've been more careful. She grabbed her handbag and closed the door behind her, locking it, so they could head out.

Mack had called a taxi already, and Bobbi was very thankful not to have to walk to the dinner in her heels.

When the taxi stopped, Mack took a deep breath and smoothed his collar.

"Nervous?" Bobbi asked.

"No," he scoffed. "A little. I want to make a good impression, so I have my pick for thesis advisers next year. Plus, making connections with alumni could actually end up giving me a job in a few years."

"You'll be fine, Mack. You're good at what you do. I would know, I spend an absurd amount of time in your lab. Now let's go suck up to some professors, hm?" she said.

Mack laughed and got out of the car. She was about to open her door but he was already on her side, opening the door and extending his hand to her.

"What a gentleman."

He held out his arm and Bobbi took it as they walked inside. The dinner was at a banquet hall at a hotel. That was nice. She hoped the Biochem dinners were this nice.

It was kind of a thrill, even though yeah, it was going to be long and boring. There was just something about it that made her feel like she was grown up. The people in here looked at her like an adult, not like a kid or a college student.

A few of Mack's classmates sought him out to say hello.

"Alphonso," a voice said. They both turned around and Mack smiled.

"Dr. Calder, it's good to see you," Mack said, shaking the older man's hand. "This is Barbara Morse."

Calder turned to her, shaking her hand as well with a warm smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr."

"Pleasure's all mine, Miss Morse. Are you also a student here?"

Bobbi nodded. "Yes, I'm an undergrad. I'm studying biochemistry. With a minor in criminology."

"How interesting. I'm sure your professors are eager to see where that takes you. Those aren't easy fields to balance. Alphonso, you surround yourself with very bright people."

Mack laughed. "I think I just get lucky. Bobbi and I first met by running into each other. Literally," he said.

"I stumbled. He caught me. I started hanging around his workshop, and we've been friends ever since. It's an amazing project he's working on. Have you seen it? He can tear apart and reassemble that engine faster than anyone I've ever seen. Yet I don't have the patience to finish a 300 piece jigsaw puzzle," Bobbi said, shaking her head Any of her friends would be able to detect the exaggerated friendliness, but Calder didn't.

And sure, she'd glossed over and edited their story, but Calder seemed to like it by the way he laughed, and Bobbi knew Mack wouldn't mind her doing it. Whatever got him through the night.

Mack excused them and they continued their rounds across the room. Some of the people they met Bobbi actually liked. Sometimes she had to feign interest and friendliness. She did a great job though. Everyone seemed to like her, or at least be thoroughly impressed by her. She wouldn't normally care, but it was for Mack.

His hand found the small of her back, and she smiled up at him. "Want to take a break from the schmoozing?" Mack asked.

"Gladly."

"Food or dancing."

"Mm, I'm not hungry yet," Bobbi said.

Mack nodded and led Bobbi to the dance floor in the middle of the room, where several couples were swaying gracefully. Mack's hand fitted against Bobbi's hip comfortably and she rested one arm up on his shoulder, sliding her other hand into his free one.

"You're making a great impression," Mack said. Then he laughed lowly. They were so close that Bobbi could feel it. "You're upstaging everyone else. Maybe even me."

"Oh shut up. You know they all love you."

"Hey, I knew what I was getting into when I invited you," he said.

"Utilizing my brains and charm?" she asked, mock offended.

Mack looked at her like she was being dumb. Which she was, on purpose. "That was a bonus. I knew I'd be bored out of my mind if you weren't here. I asked you here for my own sake. No one else would make this bearable."

Bobbi's hand slid up his shoulder, resting above the back of his collar for a moment, running her fingers there at the edge, where the collar stopped and his skin showed.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I'd be bored as hell."

"Instead, we're both half bored. Thanks for letting me steal some of your martini, by the way," she smiled.

"Like I was going to make you suffer even more."

He paused, letting go of her hip a moment to spin her. Once she was facing him again she laughed. He was full of surprises.

"Believe it or not, I'm not totally hating tonight. Its kind of fun. Of course, it would totally suck without you, but I don't have to worry about that," she said.

His thumb started drawing circles into her hip absently and heat seemed to spread out from where his finger was and crawl across her body. She shook her head and it stopped.

It was one am when Mack walked her up to her apartment. His jacket was slung over his shoulder and he waited patiently as she dug around for her keys. It wasn't like she could just knock on the door and wait for one of her roommates – Jemma had gone home yesterday, and Skye was definitely gone at this point.

"Thanks for tonight, Bobbi."

She smiled, sliding the key in the door and letting it swing open as she looked at him. "It was my pleasure. I think we did some damage."

"I agree. We impressed a hell of a lot of people."

They stood in the doorway together, facing each other and Bobbi couldn't help but laugh as she thought over the night. "I know. I think I could get a job in mechanical engineering after tonight."

Mack shrugged. "Well, you're smart, and you're clever, which are different things, but you're both in spades. Also charming, " he said. "And then there's that dress, which I'm sure no one is liable to forget."

Maybe it was the fact that she'd siphoned off enough sips of Mack's drinks to total a martini and a half for herself, but Bobbi felt her face get warm.

"It's good, huh?"

"Yeah."

She moved forward, stepping into his space, looking up at him through her lashes.

"Barbara."

She reached up to unknot his tie, letting it hang loose around his neck. Bobbi smoothed her hands over his lapels. God, she wanted to lean up, just to see what would happen. If she would actually go for it, if he would even kiss her back. What it would be like.

She leaned back, though, cocking her head to look at him. "I have to go. I'm heading home pretty early and I haven't packed at all," she said quietly.

Mack nodded. "I should do the same. Thank you, for tonight. I owe you one, big time."

Bobbi smiled. "Well, I look forward to cashing that in after break. I can't wait to see you again."

Mack wrapped his arms around her in a big hug and it was almost good enough. Almost. He started to walk down the hall towards the elevator and Bobbi stepped into the apartment, closing the door and resting back against it.

Thank god Skye wasn't home right then. She'd never hear the end of it.

Bobbi loved her family and her hometown, she did. But once Christmas was over, she was restless. Her brothers made things interesting, but she still missed her roommates and her other lovable, weird as hell friends.

She only ran into Hunter once over break, when she was out getting snacks before her parents' New Years Eve party.

They hadn't talked at all since he stormed out of her apartment. Not even a call on Christmas.

"Hi," she said. He gave a small nod. "How are you?"

"Pretty good. Mum and Dad are dragging me to Isabelle and Vicky's tonight, so that's going to be a load of fun," he said.

Bobbi laughed. "If you call her Vicky, you will be dead before the ball drops."

Hunter scratched the back of his neck. "So, um, how are you doing, then?"

Bobbi pursed her lips, thinking over the past few weeks. Schoolwork wasn't bad. She loved her friends. Then there was her whatever with Mack. "Can't complain, if I'm being honest."

"Are you…seeing anyone?"

She hesitated. "No," she said. "I'm still single."

Hunter gave a knowing look, smiling. "But there is someone. At least who you have your eye on. I know you, Bob."

She smiled in spite of herself. "Yeah, you do. Look, Hunter, I know we left things on bad terms-"

"Awful terms. Shitty, really."

"Thanks for the clarification. Anyway, I know this is a cliché as it comes, and it almost never works out, but I would like to try and be friends. Or at least…acquaintances," she said, feeling like a giant idiot for even suggesting it. It was true though. Hunter had been in her life for so long, she didn't want to lose him entirely.

"That is cliché. But I wouldn't mind giving an attempt a friendship. Civility will at least be a nice change of pace from our other breakups," he admitted. "I will need to add you again all across social media. I went on a deleting rampage after we broke up."

"Real mature."

Hunter shrugged. "Force of habit. I'll see you around Bob."

"You too, Hunter."

She finished shopping and headed home. In a few hours the house was filled with people. She talked to them the way she talked to the people at Mack's department dinner, though. It didn't feel genuine. Not to her at least.

Bobbi kissed one of her brothers' friends at midnight, just to try it out. It wasn't bad. Almost nice. But it wasn't…there was still something in her that was dissatisfied.

New Years was over too, and Bobbi went back to lounging around her house in pajamas, reading mystery novels.

When there was a week of break left, she felt like she was going stir-crazy. She had to get out. Stay out. For a while.

So her parents graciously let her go back to campus early, where she could hang out in her empty apartment and be lonely on her own, instead of being lonely surrounded by her loving family.

And hey, walking around her empty apartment in just underwear and her Star Wars shirt while she ate cereal and read about new experiments published by the crazy-smart professors at her school wasn't so bad. There were a lot of worse ways to close out Winter break.

She was on campus for two days when she saw that Mack had posted a picture where he was in front of a building she definitely recognized.

Bobbi frowned at her phone.

B: Are you back on campus?

M: I am. Came back to do some work. Pretty lame, right?

Bobbi looked down at herself, in her pajamas, balancing a people magazine on her lap and a paused Lego Star Wars screen on the television.

B: Could be worse.

M: Maybe. But the school is dead.

B: Not as dead as you think. I'm back, too.

M: Seriously? Okay, that makes this better. Pizza later?

B: Hell yes.

She set down her phone so she could shower and get dressed, and when she came out, there was another text from Mack.

M: Look out your window.

Bobbi furrowed her brow and leaned against her window. He was easy to spit when the rest of the green was empty and covered in snow. It was snowing out, and he was building a snow…something. He waved and Bobbi smiled to herself. She texted that she'd be down in a minute and got bundled up.

The cold was biting but she didn't really care. She trudged across the green and threw her arms around him in a big hug.

"What the hell are you building?" she asked.

"It was supposed to be a snowman," he said. She pulled away to look at his lopsided snow form and burst out laughing in spite of herself.

"Aren't you supposed to be an engineer?"

"In my defense, you don't engineer snow. I build machines, I don't make sculpture," he said. "It's good to see you."

Bobbi smiled and looked away from his creation and up at him. The snow was catching in her hair and eyelashes, but it didn't obscure her vision.

"Same. I missed you," she said.

"Last time we saw each other…" he trailed off and Bobbi remembered standing her in her doorway, looking up at him and knowing that she could just tilt her head up and brush her lips across his.

"Yeah. Yeah," she said.

Look, she'd never been friends with a guy first. She'd never thought things through like this. Before, she'd always just followed her gut. Bobbi knew she'd spent enough time thinking about Mack at this point. It was time to start doing.

She let her lips brush across his once, a small warning of what was to come, and then she angled her mouth against his, melting against him. He was solid, and warm, and when he licked into her mouth, she was sure that she was about to float right off of the ground.

He kissed her like an adult. Like he knew what he was doing, what he wanted. With intention, but not as a means to an end. It was about the kiss, not about getting her in bed. One of her knees wobbled and his arm wrapped around her lower back, steadying her.

His reaction time had been so good that Bobbi couldn't help but wonder how much he'd thought about it, wanted it.

When they pulled apart he pressed one more, quick kiss to her lips and he brought his hand up, stroking his thumb across the apple of her cheek.

"Mack."

"Yeah, I know."

She smiled and he lifted his thumb up for a second to wipe a snowflake from her eyelashes.

"How about instead of going to get pizza, we go back to my place, order in, and work this out?" she asked.

Mack smiled, his hand flexing against her waist. She felt so warm that she could hardly believe it was snowing. "Yeah, that sounds good. Though I'm not sure how much there is to work out."

She pressed closer to him. She agreed, but still. God, Bobbi was so glad that she came back early. She had a whole week of this without Skye or Jemma teasing her at all.

"Well, we can talk later. But there are a few things I wanna do first," Bobbi said with a crooked smile. Mack laughed and kissed her deeply again, one hand tangling in her hair in a way that made her whole body hum with anticipation.

"Skye's gonna be home soon," Mack said.

Break was almost over and Bobbi had really enjoyed her time just with Mack. Though she was very excited to see her friends again. Right now, Mack was playing FIFA on the xbox while Bobbi leaned against him, stretched out on the couch and flipping through a book.

"I'm gonna miss laying around like this without her riding my ass," Bobbi joked.

Mack bowed his head to kiss the top of hers. "You gonna put on pants?"

Bobbi shrugged. "Skye and I live together, nothing she hasn't seen before."

"No, but it will help her put two and two together faster."

Bobbi sighed. He was right. She set down her book and got up, stretching. Mack's had found her calf, stroking the skin there. She smiled and bent over, resting her hands on his knees as she kissed him languidly.

She'd never felt so relaxed in a relationship before. It was nice. It felt like home.

She put on pants, and just in time too, because the second she walked out the door opened and Skye and Jemma were back.

"You guys rode back together?" she asked.

They both ran over to hug her and she laughed. She really had missed them.

"Skye picked me up!" Jemma said. "Oh, hello Mack!"

"What're you doing here, Teach?" Skye asked, plopping on the couch next to him.]

"Not your TA anymore, Tremors. Not this semester. You are someone else's problem now," he grinned, pausing his game. "Bobbi and I both got back early and campus was dead. So we killed some time together."

Bobbi grinned to herself, but managed to hide it when Skye turned to look at her. "Have a fun break?" Skye asked.

Bobbi shrugged. "Holidays were celebrated. Families were gathered. All in all pretty good. I don't have any complaints."

"Did you run into Hunter?" Jemma asked.

Bobbi nodded, walking back over to the couch and sitting not quite as close to Mack as she had been before. "Yeah. Once. We're gonna try and be friends. We'll see how that goes."

"Careful with that. I'm all for being friends with exes, but you and Hunter had a pattern, right? You don't wanna slip back into that if you're ever feeling, y'know, needy." Skye said.

Bobbi smiled. "I think I'll be fine," she said, and felt Mack's chuckle even though it was too quiet to hear.

Mack turned the xbox and the tv off and got up, stretching. Bobbi let herself stare at his arms as much as she wanted. Who cared?

"I'm gonna let you guys get settled. Also, I really need to go grocery shopping. See you all later," he said.

Skye and Jemma both waved, heading to their rooms with their luggage. Bobbi walked Mack to the door. She stepped out into the hall with him, closing the door but not locking it.

"Guess our fun ends now," she said.

"Oh yeah? Your friends are home and now I'm chopped liver? That's not what we said the other day," he said, with a teasing spark in his eye. He lifted his hands to her face and kissed her like he meant it – he never did any other way.

"So maybe-" Bobbi mumbled against his mouth before deepening the kiss again. "Our fun just changes a little," she said in between kisses.

"I knew it! Jemma, you owe me twenty bucks!"

Bobbi and Mack pulled apart to see Skye standing the doorway, radiating triumph.

"Skye! You didn't – did you…give them some space!" Jemma shouted from inside the apartment.

Skye rolled her eyes. "Sure." She turned to face Bobbi and Mack, who were still a little shocked. "Oh, just get your ass back inside. You know you want to," she said.

Mack laughed and looked at Bobbi, who shrugged. Then he took her hand and they walked back inside together.

"Guess we've been made," he said, kissing the side of her head.

"Mmm, there are worse things," she replied, leaning into him.

Sure, Skye and Jemma had found out before they had planned, it wasn't the end of the world. She had her friends, she had Mack, and it was all so refreshingly grounding.