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"Hello, you've reached Jemma..." Skye sighed as she heard the British voice mail once again. Something wasn't right, and Skye knew that physically, Jemma was fine, but she was avoiding her like the plague and she had no idea why.

The beep sounded and Skye sighed again as she sat down on her bed "Jemma, it's me...again." she started "Just...I'm sorry...for anything I've done to upset you or hurt you. Please call me, the silence is killing me and I can't handle much more of this," and with that, she hung up.

"Are you okay?" she heard from the doorway, but she didn't need to look up to know who it was, so she didn't.

"No," Skye shook her head, staring down at the phone in her hand, like she was waiting for it to ring "She hates me," she whispered.

Phil felt a pang in his stomach and his heart break inside his chest "Oh, Princess," he made his way over to the bed and sat down next to her, pulling her into his side "She doesn't hate you,"

"Yes she does," Skye said, her voice broken "They all do eventually,"

"No, that's not true," Phil tried to assure his daughter "Jemma loves you, and so does Fitz...and so did Donnie, okay?"

"Then why is she ignoring me?" Skye cried, looking up at him, a tear rolling down her left cheek "Why is she doing this?"

Phil sighed "I don't know, sweetheart, I really don't," he whispered, kissing her temple.

Skye wiped her face then shook her head, like she was shaking off what just happened, before turning to her father "Anyway, enough about that, how'd it go?" she smiled.

Phil nodded "Good," he tried to hide the smile creeping onto his face.

"Considering you're failing at hiding that smile, I'd say it a was a good night," she smirked "But judging from the lipstick all around your mouth, I'd even say it was a really good night, amirite or amirite?"

Phil rolled his eyes at her, but couldn't help the blush that crept up his neck and over his ears as he recalled the last events of the evening, wiping the lipstick from around his mouth.

"So what happened?" she asked, beaming.

"We went to this French Restaurant on 52nd Street," Phil said.

"Oh the two story one!" Skye said, recognizing the location.

Phil nodded "Yeah, we just talked the whole time,"

"What'd you talk about?" Skye asked, lifting to bring her knees to her chest.

"Oh, you know, work, family...you," he said.

"Me?"

Nodding again, he wrapped an arm around his daughters shoulders "Yeah, she was worried about, wanted to know how you were doing," Skye smiled as she leaned into his shoulder "She likes you," she heard him say as he kissed the top of her head.

"She hardly knows me," Skye replied, but she was still smiling.

Phil shrugged "She thinks you're strong, and she was impressed by the whole pick-pocketing thing,"

Skye frowned, sitting up to look at him "You told her about that?"

"Yeah," he replied, then frowned "Is that okay?"

Skye thought about it for a moment before nodding "Yeah, that's okay," then leaned back into his shoulder "If it's any consolation...I like her too,"


She knocked on the door, hard. She was impatient and she needed answers. Jemma had been avoiding her for the whole week, and now that it was Saturday again, Skye knew that she'd be in her dorm, sleeping. She'd gotten up extra early, just to make sure she didn't miss her.

She knocked on the door again and waited "Come on, Jemma, open the door," she called out.

When the door opened, she found someone else opening the door "Can I help you?" she asked. Skye didn't know who she was, but she was pretty and she was guessing smart, and Skye was jealous.

"Yeah, where's Jemma?" Skye asked, taking in the girl's appearance. She was in Jemma's pajamas, Skye recognized them, because she'd worn them before, her hair was practically a mess, but she somehow looked good, and that little fact seemed to piss Skye off more.

"She's still sleeping," the girl replied "She was so tired last night that she just fell asleep on me as soon as we got into bed, poor thing," Skye resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her "Did you want me tell her you came by?"

Skye was about to barge in there herself, but then she realized something which made her stop. Jemma had fallen asleep on another girl, wearing her pajamas, in her dorm, in her bed "Uh, no, never mind," and before the girl could get in another word, she turned around and left, feeling like the world under her feet had just fallen.


Melinda shielded her eyes from the light as she opened her eyes, feeling a weight on her as she tried to sit up on the couch. Looking over, she realized that she must've fallen asleep with Maria on the couch when they were talking, because her best friend currently lay atop of her, sprawled out. The position didn't look comfortable, but any position was comfortable or Maria.

Melinda snorted, think of about a hundred dirty jokes inside her head. Managing to slide out from under her, Melinda stood up, making sure Maria didn't fall on the floor as she did so, before she made her way to the kitchen to make herself a tea. Knowing she couldn't function without it, she put a pot of coffee on for Maria when she woke up.

Melinda looked down at the sweats and t-shirt he was wearing. The shirt was navy blue with yellow writing on the back that read 'FBI CADET' with the bureau logo on the left chest. It was a little short for her now, showing about an inch of her stomach, and the sleeves were tighter than they used to be around her muscles, but it was still comfortable and it was still her favorite.

She looked over at her phone on the bench and picked it up to check it, seeing a text from Phil and opened it to read it.

'Thank you for last night, I had fun. I'll call you, maybe we could do it again :) - Cap'

She couldn't help but smile and chuckle at the name, remembering that she called him that the night before, and watched as his neck went a shade of red. She was definitely going to file his little crush for later.

"What's with the dopey-ass grin?" she heard as Maria came padding into the kitchen, automatically going or the freshly brewed coffee that Melinda had put on for her.

"Nothing," she replied with a shake of the head. Best not to share the information, best to savor it "You hungry?" Maria nodded as she took a sip of her coffee "You want pancakes?"

Maria stopped the mug half-way to her mouth and looked at her friend "What's the occasion?"

"What do you mean?"

"You never make pancakes," Maria replied, before grinning "Oh my God, you're happy!"

"Shut up,"

"No seriously, I've never seen you like this. Smiling at your phone, offering me pancakes, not being able to wipe that stupid grin off your face..."

"Fine, no pancakes," Melinda threw her hands up in the air and started to walk out of the kitchen.

"No, wait!" Maria put the mug down and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back "I'm sorry," she said, but she was smiling "I'm happy for you, really,"

Melinda gave her friend a small smile as Maria pulled her in for a hug "Thank you,"

She heard Maria hum in response and she paused just standing like that for a moment, before Maria spoke up "We still having pancakes?"

Melinda rolled her eyes and pulled away "Fine, but you're helping me clean up,"

Maria beamed back at her "Of course,"


"Maybe they were just sleepin'," Fitz said as they both sat on his bed, their backs against the wall.

Skye shrugged "Maybe," she replied. Fitz had found her wondering the halls of the university, looking lost, and had pulled her back to his dorm, stopping for coffee on the way "Well, I'm happy for her, I'm sure this chick makes her happy," that was a lie.

"I doubt it," Fitz replied, his Scottish accent thick.

Skye sighed before taking a sip of her Chai Latte. It was the only thing sweet enough for her to drink that wasn't hot chocolate "Then I hope she's happy," that wasn't a lie. She really did hope that Jemma was happy, it just tore her that she couldn't be happy with Skye. The thought terrified her, but she couldn't deny it any longer, not after this week. Looking at her watch, Skye sighed again "Alright, I should go," she said and got off the bed "I'll see you later, yeah?"

Fitz nodded "Do you want me to tell Jemma you came by?"

"No, it's okay," Skye replied "I'll talk to you later," she said before opening the door "Bye, Fitz,"

"See ya," he replied before she gave him one last smile and close the door behind her, walking down the corridor and back down to her blue Corolla. She and Phil had gone halves in paying for it, so she'd still be able to afford to run it. When they were together, Jemma usually drove, but Skye loved her car, almost as much as her father loved his.

When she got back home, she found her dad already dressed in jeans and a navy blue casual button up shirt "Ah, good, you're home," She raised an eyebrow at him as she threw her keys into the bowl by the door "We're gonna do something today, just the two of us,"

"Like?"

"I was thinking we could go have lunch at Central Park, and then we could go go-karting," he said, a smile on his face.

Skye smiled back at him "Really?"

"Really," he replied with a nod "So, you ready to go?"

Skye looked down at herself. She was wearing khaki colored skinny jeans and a white v-neck t shirt which was covered by a black three-quarter sleeve dress blazer black wedged heels "Yeah, I'm good,"

"Alright," he smiled and reached for his jacket on the back of the couch "Let's go,"


The day had turned out to be what they both needed. It took Skye's mind off Jemma and it got Phil quality time with Skye. They'd raced three times, Phil won once, but Skye had won twice, which she did every time.

"I remember the first time we came here," Skye smiled as they walked out of the go-karting rink "It was a Thursday, and I found it odd that I got the day off school and you'd taken the day off work," she explained "I thought you were gonna send me back,"

"I know," Phil smirked "You started freaking out as soon as we sat down to eat,"

"Yeah, little did I know that you wanted the opposite," Skye chuckled to herself "I felt so stupid afterwards, when you showed me the adoption papers,"

Phil shrugged as they walked down the street "It was understandable," he replied "But that day, I think we really started to feel like a family," he said and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"We did, didn't we?" Skye smiled, tucking an arm around his waist. They walked in silence for a while until Skye spoke up again "I went to see Jemma this morning,"

"I know," he replied with a smirk "You're the most impatient person I've ever met," he chuckled "So what happened?"

"She was asleep," Skye replied "Some girl answered the door,"

Phil looked down at his daughter, frowning "What girl?"

Skye shrugged, defeated "I don't know, but she'd stayed the night,"

"Hey, who knows, it could've just been innocent, a sleepover between friends," he said.

"Yeah, but even so..." Skye replied "She was having a sleepover with a college friend but I get radio silence?"

Phil sighed and kissed the top of her head "I don't know, kid," he said "College is stressful, and knowing Jemma, she'd be putting twice as much stress on herself,"

"I know, I know," Skye replied "I'm just some dumb high school kid, and she's a junior in college and is probably the smartest one there," she sighed "Maybe I'm just not worth her time anymore,"

"Hey, that's not true and you know it," he said, stopping and grabbing her shoulders to make her face him "Jemma loves you just as much as you love her, and nothing will ever break what you two have, okay?"

Skye shrugged and nodded "I guess,"

Phil pulled her in to him, wrapping his arms around her as he kissed her forehead and they kept walking down the street "Well, it looks like you need a pick-me-up, so I'm gonna tell you something and we don't mention it after today, alright?"

"Okay,"

"Melinda called me 'Captain America' last night," he said, regretting it as she paused, looked up at him, then burst out laughing "It's not that funny,"

"Wow, she's got you pegged already," she said between laughs "Just wait until she find out about your little fan boy crush,"

Phil rolled his eyes "Hey, it's not a crush,"

"You're right, it's not a crush," she nodded "It's an obsession,"

"It's not an obsession!" Phil cried in response.

"Dad, you still have the Captain America sheet set on your bed at Grandma's," she pointed out.

"I was six!" he defended himself.

Skye rolled her eyes "You have three different sets,"

Phil grumbled, he was definitely gonna kill his mother for telling Skye that. Although, he knew there wouldn't be much that his mother wouldn't tell Skye, considering she adores her more anything. The embarrassing stories had all been told, and there were only a couple that were too inappropriate for her young ears. No doubt Skye tells her everything as well on their weekly phone calls, so his mother would know everything Skye knows about Melinda by tomorrow. But he was glad that his mother accepted her as part of the family without any hesitation. That was until he learnt that they were both as bad as each other, often conspiring against him.

"So when are you gonna see her again?" she asked, deciding to give him a break from the whole 'Captain America' thing.

Phil shrugged "I don't know," he replied "When's too soon to ask again?"

"You may wanna wait a day or two, otherwise she might think you're moving too fast," Skye recommended "But when you do, don't take her out to a restaurant, you've been there, done that,"

Phil nodded, taking in everything she was saying, yet not believing he was taking dating advice from and 18 year old "What do you recommend?"

Skye shrugged "I don't know, do something fun," she said "She's FBI, and I've seen first hand that she doesn't lack the ability to be active,"

"Okay," Phil nodded "Thanks, Princess,"

"That's Princess Badass to you," she corrected him.

Phil chuckled "Right, my bad," he replied, kissing her on the temple.


What's going on with Jemma?

When will Phil ask Melinda out again?

Will Skye be able to tell Jemma how she feels?

Find out on an all new episode of 'The Professor and The Agent' coming up next.

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