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"Yeah, here." Fitz handed Simmons a test tube, his thoughts far away.

"Go talk to her," Simmons sighed, peering up at him from her position in front of the microscope

He glanced at her, confused. "Who?"

"Skye." Abandoning her analysis, she leaned up against the counter and focused her steely gaze on him. "Stop pretending that you don't have a thing for her. You're so obvious!" Her voice was teasing, but he could tell that she believed every word.

Feeling a faint blush creep up his neck and onto his cheeks, he busied himself rearranging chemicals on the shelves so that Simmons couldn't see his face. "Very funny, Jemma."

"Please go talk to her?" This time, Simmons's voice was cajoling, pleading.

"Why? What does it matter?" He still refused to face her, intent on his pointless task.

Using the voice she reserved to express pretend irritation, she replied, "Because I have more than enough test tubes, thank you very much."

Glancing back, he looked at Simmons's workspace, trying to figure out what she was talking about. He figured it out pretty quickly - half a dozen empty test tubes were scattered around her microscope. "I don't understand," Fitz said, giving her a strange look. "What do test tubes have to do with me and Skye."

"Nothing," replied Simmons, giving him a pitying look. "Nothing at all. Just that you've been handing them to me all day when I've been asking for specimen slides." She raised an eyebrow at him knowingly.

"Wha...what? No." Fitz sputtered, feeling trapped. "That's ridiculous."

"Precisely. So go talk to her." Patting him encouragingly on the arm, Simmons propelled him towards the lab door.

"How do you know that this is even about Skye?" Protested Fitz in a last-ditch effort to derail her.

"Anyone with eyes can see the way you look at her."

"I do not look at her."

"Do you hear how ridiculous you sound?" She demanded, her hands on her hips. "Now, go."

As the door shut behind him, Fitz turned to glare resentfully at Simmons, who pointedly refused to notice. Don't think I haven't noticed the way you stare at Ward. I'll get you back for this.

...

The small gym echoed with the constant thump thump of Skye's fists against the punching bag, her ragged breathing keeping time with her motions. She could feel sweat dripping down her face, plastering her hair to her head. She grunted, hitting the bag so hard that she knew her fist was going to display a bruise the next day.

"Woah, woah. Stop, Skye." The order came from behind her. Whirling instinctively, her fists at the ready, she saw that Ward had entered the room without her noticing.

"I'm training. Shouldn't that impress you?" She asked lightly, relaxing her fighting stance now that there was no chance of danger.

Ward walked towards her and said, his voice mild, "Training, yes. Attempting to murder the innocent punching bag, no."

Exhaling deeply, Skye brushed sweaty strands of hair out of her eyes. "I don't see your point."

"You're going to hurt yourself."

"So?" She challenged, refusing to back down.

He shot her that look. The look that she had seen many times before - the 'stop-being-an-idiot look.'

"Fine. You might have a point. A small one," she admitted grudgingly.

"Yeah." Awkwardly staring at the wall behind her, Ward cleared his throat. "Need to talk?"

"No. Well, maybe. I don't know." She wrung her hands. "Yes. It's Fitz."

"Saw that one coming," Ward muttered under his breath.

"What?" At his gesture, she just continued, "We have spent some time together, and...well, I don't know!"

"You should probably talk to him."

"Well yes, but what do I say?"

Thinking for a second, Ward replied, "Sorry, can't help you out there. Good talk." He patted her on the shoulder and beat a hasty retreat.

Skye stared after him. What just happened?

...

Leaving the gym, she nearly ran straight into Fitz.

"Skye!" He exclaimed, turning bright red.

"Fitz!" Hurriedly pushing her sweaty hair behind her shoulders, she wished that she had been able to shower before seeing him.

"I was looking for you," he said, shuffling his feet.
"Oh. Cool. Any reason?"

"No. Not really." Apparently his shoe was fascinating, because he wouldn't look up.

"Okay." Unable to stand the awkwardness, she said, "I...I should shower."

"Great. And...and I should get back to the lab."

"Right." Neither of them moved.

Suddenly, Fitz blurted out, "I like you. A lot."

Skye beamed at him. "I thought you would never…" Her sentence was cut off as Fitz closed the distance between them and brushed his lips across hers. "Wow."

"I like the sound of that."


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