Prompt: simmons is experimenting on her cloning ray and skye volunteers to be a test subject
"No."
Skye is tempted to think that she should fear for her life: May does not seem pleased. But underneath the icy look and monosyllabic speech, Skye sees amusement. Maybe she's just going crazy, though.
She offers an obnoxiously innocent smile and elbows Simmons, who does the same. The answer is the same. "No."
"But May," Simmons begins, and Skye figures it's a good idea to have the scientist explain, because her reasons for wanting to be cloned aren't likely the most mature. "It's completely safe, totally temporary, and it's quite likely going to be a historical scientific achievement."
"It's magic," Skye murmurs, and the death glares she receives from both agents are enough to shut her up.
May rolls her eyes and leaves. They take that as a yes.
Then there are seven of her.
Fitz is fairly sure that the amount of resigned anger on Ward's face is proportional to the amount of Skye's wandering around. He decides to find a formula. Ward, on the other hand, is wondering how quickly they could make an emergency landing in order to get him off the plane. Coulson is amused.
Skye realizes that her holiday decorating could use the help of, well, herself, and soon the interior of plane is absolutely covered with various lights and trinkets. One of them hangs mistletoe, and no one knows which Skye to blame.
Simmons isn't really blaming anyone, because she catches the real Skye under the mistletoe by the lab. Fitz walks by and pretends to gag.
Yet, by the time the clones have disappeared, the crew has agreed that maybe a little holiday spirit is a fine thing. Simmons gives Skye a subtle high five.
