Okie dokie my lovelies... thank you so much for the reviews, follows and favourites I received after the last chapter!

This chater is for andy-ho13 who actually reviewed the last chapter instead of just PMing me.

Oh, a little bit of background... this story is set in the same universe as Fearless (you know the one where Ward was never Hydra and SHIELD never fell), and is set about six months after Fearless. Hmmmm... oh yeah, FitzSimmons have only been together for a few days, and it's their first date, and it's a double date because Skye and Ward were going out anyway, and the girls just decided to all go somewhere together.

Disclaimer: I do not own Agents of SHIELD or Today Was A Fairytale by Taylor Swift.


Today Was A Fairytale – Skyeward and FitzSimmons w. Philinda

Time slows down
Whenever you're around
I can feel my heart
It's beating in my chest
Did you feel it?


Fitz knocks on the door of Jemma's hotel room at exactly six o'clock.

"Just a minute!" The woman's familiar British accent drifts through the door to him.

Moments later, Simmons opens the door.

Fitz's mouth drops open when he sees the gorgeous green and black dress she's wearing – no doubt borrowed from Skye. Either that or the two girls went shopping earlier in the day.

"You look beautiful, Jemma," Fitz says sincerely, and suddenly she feels like an absolute princess.

"You look quite dashing yourself, Fitz," Simmons responds, smiling at him.

Fitz blushes at the compliment, before offering her his arm, "Are you right to go?"

Jemma nods her head, "Of course, just let me grab my purse."

"Why would you need your purse?" Fitz wonders as he follows her back into the room, "You're not paying for anything."

"Fitz," Jemma sighs, always the independent woman.

"No." The Scotsman says firmly. "You will not be paying tonight and that is final."

"Fine," Jemma sighs, but keeps a hold of her purse anyway.

"Don't you try anything clever, Simmons," He warns her, still eying the purse in her hands.

Jemma laughs and allows him to take her hand, "And people say chivalry is dead."

"I say it's only dead if you let it be." Fitz responds, closing the door of her room behind them.


"Come on Skye, are you ready yet?" Ward calls for the fifth time in less than ten minutes through the closed door of the bedroom.

He has no clue how, but Skye somehow managed to convince Coulson to let them share a hotel room. He guesses, though, that she could convince Coulson to do anything she wished, she has him wrapped around her little finger so.

"Geeze, Ward!" She yells back at him, but the door remains closed. "There is this thing called patience, you know! And would you believe, it's actually a virtue."

Ward rolls his eyes at his exasperating rookie and girlfriend.

"Clearly, you do not possess that particular saintly quality," Skye grumbles as she yanks the bedroom door open, slightly more aggressively than necessary.

Grant's mouth falls open as his eyes roam over an extremely annoyed Skye. "You look gorgeous."

"Seriously?" Skye looks at him incredulously. "I look like a freaking mess, because you won't leave me alone for twenty minutes to get ready!"

Ward looks at her for a minute, taking in her hair – half of which is curled perfectly, the other half still a relatively uncontrolled mess – her half completed makeup, the dress which is sitting on her hips, revealing the scars on her stomach, and the streak of eyeliner running from the corner of her right eye and up towards her hairline (courtesy of one of his louder than necessary knocks, which he conveniently did while she was attempting to finish her eye makeup). "Skye, you could have been shipwrecked on an island for a year and wearing a paper bag and I'd still think you were the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

She tilts her head as she looks at him, but he doesn't miss the way the corners of her mouth tilt upwards. "Whoever would have thought that Agent Grant Ward, who got a porcupine for people skills, would be the biggest flatterer in the world?" She smirks at him.

"Not you, clearly," He answers, grinning as he steps forward and crowds her personal space. "Is my flattery working?"

"Oh, no you don't." Skye says, pushing firmly on his chest and quickly reclosing the bedroom door in his face. "Now shut up and give me five goddamn minutes of peace and quiet, and then we can go!"


Ward and Skye arrive at the restaurant ten minutes later than they had organised with FitzSimmons, thanks to Ward being "an impatient ass" as Skye so eloquently puts it when explaining to the scientists why they are late.

Simmons laughs as she looks at the brown-eyed couple. "Like Yin and Yang."

"Huh?" Skye wonders.

"You two," Jemma explains. "You're like Yin and Yang. Polar opposites, but you need each other to actually work properly. You complete each other, fill in each other's holes."

"Like pieces solving a puzzle," Skye adds, smiling up at Grant as he leans down to press a kiss to her hair.

"So, what're we?" Fitz wonders.

"You're two sides of the same coin." Skye informs him.

"Really?" Fitz asks.

Skye nods her head, "Of course you are! You are absolutely inseparable, and it's just plain weird to see one of you without the other."

The waitress comes over to take their orders, promising their meals will be out shortly.

Skye, for once, takes a backseat in the conversation the group is having, too busy watching Ward interact with FitzSimmons, listening to what he says to them, seeing how he smiles at them, almost like a proud big brother. She can't help but notice how every move he makes, everything he says is right.

Ward catches Skye watching him and smiles that bright, brilliant smile that used to be so rare but is now a regular occurrence around her. As soon as he smiles at her, Skye feels like he's taken her to another planet. Asgard, maybe. She thinks he could definitely fit in with Thor and Sif. He certainly has the whole sharp cheekbone, dreamy-eye Godlike thing going on.

Simmons, sitting beside Fitz, realises that with the people around her – her team, her family – everything seems to be falling into place. Looking next to her at Fitz as he has an animated discussion with Ward, her whole life becomes clearer: who she is, where she wants to be in ten, twenty, fifty years time, and who she wants to be with for the rest of her life. Thinking back, she realises that nothing made sense until she met him. His almost-disastrous chemistry experiment on the first day was all it took to change their lives and bring two separate people together to form one entity: FitzSimmons.

Since that moment, the moment Fitz entered her life with a bang – quite literally – her life has been a fairytale. And yeah, she knows they've had some difficult times, and will probably have a few more, but just think about all of the struggles fairytale characters go through.

So, what's to say that Jemma and Skye can't be fairytale princesses with Fitz and Ward as their Prince Charmings or knights in shining armour?

Ward looks down at his watch and sees they've only been at the restaurant for half an hour, but it feels like so much longer. Skye seems to have this effect on him, one that makes time slow down to the point where he could swear time has stopped altogether. He realises then, that the reason time slows down when he's with Skye, is because time doesn't matter. Everything is her. The world, the time, nothing matters, nothing exists, except for the two of them. And occasionally FitzSimmons, too.

"Ward," Skye whispers to him when FitzSimmons get into one of their fancy science debates.

"Yeah?" He replies, just as quietly, looking down at her.

"You know how I act impulsively, and then freak out and run?"

He nods his head silently, terrified of where this conversation could be going.

"Well, I realised something today, when you were being an impatient ass and I opened the door to tell you to cut it out. I realised that I don't want to freak out and run away from you. I never have."

"Do you want to know what happened to me when I saw you standing there, half-dressed and so angry with me?"

Skye nods her head curiously.

"I fell in love."

Skye's eyes widen in surprise. Sure, she's told him that she loves him, but he hasn't. She knows about his past, about his parents and siblings, so she hasn't pushed the subject, hasn't let it upset her whenever she confesses her love for him and he doesn't return the sentiments.

"Really?" She whispers.

"Really," He whispers his confirmation, his eyes never leaving hers as he watches for her reaction.


After they've finished desert and the two men have split the tab and paid, both couples agree on taking a walk through the nearby park. As they walk, watching the sunset above them, Skye and Simmons hear the distant sound of music.

"What's that?" Simmons wonders.

"What's what?" Fitz wonders, unable to hear the soft melody.

"It's music." Skye says, trying to work out what sort of instrument it is and where it's coming from. "It sounds like a… I don't know. It's a string instrument, I can tell that much. It could be a cello?"

"Let's go and find where it's coming from!" Simmons says, grabbing Skye's hand and the two run in the direction of the music.

"I swear to god if Skye falls over in those heels and breaks an ankle, I am not carrying her back to the hotel." Ward mutters, as he and Fitz follow the girls.

As they walk, the boys begin to hear the music, too. A soft, delicate strumming sound.

"Sounds like angel music," Fitz says.

They walk around a corner in the path and see a young woman, about 19 or 20, sitting on a small stool playing a harp. In front of the woman, Skye and Simmons are dancing together, holding hands as they move to the beautiful music.

"Fitz, come here!" Simmons exclaims when she sees the boys.

At her friend's remark, Skye turns to look at the boys, too. She releases Simmons' hand and holds it out to Ward, a soft smile on her lips. "Dance with me?"

Ward chuckles at her, "What is it with you and dancing in the weirdest locations?"

He does, however, move forward and take her hand, lifting her arms up to rest over his shoulders as he wraps his around her slim waist, his hands interlocking on the small of her back.

"I love you," Skye whispers to him as they dance.

"I love you too, Skye," Ward responds, smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

FitzSimmons, dancing close by but far enough away so both couples can have some privacy, dance carefully, their bodies close but still with some distance between them. Their relationship is very new, far newer the Skye and Ward's. Besides, Skye and Ward have never had a problem with having no personal space around each other way back when they were just SO and Rookie, what with all of their physical training and sitting on the couch together, their sides pressed against each other, during movie nights. Fitz and Simmons, on the other hand, are still treading in new waters, and while they are quite comfortable to sit beside each other, or share hugs, neither of them have really been very sexual people.

Simmons feels her heat beating in her chest, far more prominent that it usually is, and she wonders if Fitz can feel it too.

"It feels like time runs differently when it's just us." Fitz says to her. "Like it slows down or something. I know that's impossible, but it's just how it seems."

"I know what you mean," Jemma agrees, cautiously taking a step closer to Fitz's body, and then she can feel the heat radiating from him, and just a few more centimetres and she could feel his heart, see if it's beating in time with hers, see if it's racing like hers.

And then he makes the next movement for her, thankfully, and closes the remaining distance between the bodies as he kisses her softly, ever so softly. And it's exactly how she imagined kissing Fitz would always be, but at the same time it's a million times better. And she can feel his heart beating against her chest, in time with her own, and she knows he can feel hers too, when he smiles into the kiss.

"How is it," Jemma whispers when they break apart, "That you manage to make me feel like a princess?"

Fitz just smiles at her, that perfect, slightly lopsided smile that she loves, and answers, "You are a princess Jemma."

"And you, Fitz, are the most loyal just prince in the entire land," Jemma giggles.


"Skye," Ward says, bringing her out of her calm, relaxed daze.

"Mmm," She looks up at him, smiling softly.

"You know all I've ever wanted to do is protect you, and that's what I will continue to do for as long as you let me. I know we've only been together for a little over six months, but we've known each other for so much longer than that."

"Two years next Thursday," Skye smiles at him.

Ward smiles in response. "I never thought I would ever find someone I love as much as you, for two reasons: 1, with the line of work I'm in, I didn't think I'd ever be in one place long enough to find someone. 2, I don't let myself care about people or be open with them enough to fall in love. But then I got put on the team, and then we found you. And suddenly I was in a plane with people for a length amount of time, and there was someone there who kept poking and prying until I opened up to her. And the strangest part of all, was the fact that I never felt like she was violating my privacy, because I knew she just wanted to get to know me, and she wanted to help. So, I let her. Slowly, of course, because I was still scared to let someone in and risk them being taken away from me, but I did. I began to let her in, I began to trust her, I began to fall in love with her. So Skye," He says, kneeling down on one knee.

"Oh my god," Skye gasps, her hands flying to her mouth in surprise, as FitzSimmons run over to watch.

"We've known each other for nearly two years. I would love to spend the next two-hundred years with you, but that's highly unlikely, especially in our line of work…"

Skye laughs at that comment, and Grant smiles up at her.

"So, what do you say? Would you be willing to spend the rest of your life with your Robot? Skye, will you marry me?"

Skye gingerly lowers her left hand from where it is covering her mouth, and Ward gently takes it, slipping the ring onto it.

"Holy shit…" Skye mumbles, as she lifts her hand up to examine the ring. "That's an actual engagement ring. That's a real freaking ring!"

"Well yeah, did you expect me to get a plastic one out of a gumball machine?" Ward questions sarcastically.

"Oh, funny boy," Skye responds just as sarcastically.

"So… you haven't actually answered my question." Ward says nervously, still kneeling on the ground in front of Skye. "Would you like to marry me?"

A smile splits open across Skye's face and flings herself down at him, nearly toppling him over with the force of her small body. "Yes. Yes you silly, silly robot. I can't believe you thought you had to ask twice!"

"Well you never really answered me the first time. You couldn't seem to get over the fact that I bought a real ring instead of a plastic one."

Skye laughs and buries her face in his neck as she feels the tears fall down her cheeks. "I love you so, so much, Grant. You know that right?"

"Yeah, I know." He says. "And I love you too."

"Um, excuse me," Simmons says, breaking the moment. "I'll be the Maid of Honour, right?"

Skye laughs and looks up at her best friend, "Yes Simmons, you'll be the Maid of Honour. And I'm going to throw my bouquet at your face."

Simmons laughs at Skye's comment, but the thing is, all four of them know that Skye is being dead serious. She will throw her bouquet at Jemma's face, if that's what it takes for the doctor to catch it.

"Am I going to be Best Man?" Fitz wonders.

"Yeah," Ward says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "We can't have Simmons as Maid of Honour and not have you as Best Man."

"Oh my goodness, this is so exciting!" Simmons squeals, pulling Skye up and the girls hug each other tightly, jumping up and down in excitement.

"If you didn't know any better, you'd think Simmons was the one getting married," Fitz muses, as he tilts his head and watches the two women.

"You best just hope they don't try to organise a double wedding, or a double pregnancy, like they organise double dates." Ward deadpans.

Fitz's face pales at the prospect which doesn't really seem out of the realm of possibility for Skye and Simmons. But then again, nothing is out of the realm of possibility for those two.


Coulson and May are sitting on the balcony of Phil's hotel room, looking out over the landscape, when the four younger agents make their way back.

"They're good for each other, the four of them," May notes as the 'parents' watch Skye and Simmons have an overly animated conversation with each other, Ward's arm securely around Skye's waist, and Fitz holding Jemma's hand, their arms swinging between them.

"That they are," Coulson agrees.

"What do you think they're talking about?" May wonders as Jemma and Skye burst into loud, happy laughter, and Ward chuckles slightly, while a blush that can be seen from their point three stories up spreads across Fitz's cheeks.

"With them, it could be anything. I just feel sorry for Fitz. It seems to be his moment in the spotlight."

"At least it isn't us." May mumbles.

At that moment, Skye catches sight of the two older agents sitting on the balcony, and grins at them, waving excitedly.

"Hey, AC, May! Guess what! We're getting married!" She yells up to them, waving her left hand around uncontrollably and almost hitting Ward in the face.

Soft smiles spread across the faces of May and Coulson as they look down at the two couples.

"And, I'm planning on throwing my bouquet at Jemma's face so she catches it!" Skye adds, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

May actually laughs at that comment, infected by the pure joy radiating from Skye.

"Hey AC?" Skye asks up the older man.

"Yes, Skye?" He wonders.

"Will you give me away?"

Coulson's eyes widen in surprise at the request, and he feels tears forming in his eyes which he will later deny if anyone asks him. "Are you sure?"

Skye nods her head. "Yep. You're the closest thing to a real dad I've ever had, and honestly, I couldn't have imagined a better father for myself. You can be something too, May. I'm not sure what, but we'll figure something out. Does the mother of the bride do anything?" Skye seriously ponders her question.

Ward laughs, shaking his head at the woman by his side, "Come on Skye, I think you've had too much wine to be outside."

"You gonna take me inside to really celebrate our engagement, stud?" Skye purrs, looking up at him.

FitzSimmons stare at her incredulously, their mouths hanging open, May physically has to bite he inside of her cheek to stop from laughing, and Coulson… well, Coulson…

"As father of the bride, that was way too much information."

Skye just grins up at Coulson, before stating, "Today was a fairytale, and I'm going to have a fairytale wedding. Good night all, Sleeping Beauty needs her beauty sleep!"


Okay, so that ending went a little bit haywire. There was not supposed to be a proposal, but then it popped into my head and I thought "why the hell not?" And then it was going to end with Ward saying to Fitz about double weddings and pregnancies, and then May and Coulson decided they wanted to make an appearance. And then it was just going to be Skye shouting up to them that she and Ward were getting married, but then Skye decided to ask Coulson to walk her down the aisle, and then suddenly she was slightly drunk and trying to seduce Ward and yeah...

Anyway, next chapter: Sparks Fly - Skyeward