"Goodbye, Uncle Phil." Jemma said solemnly, standing on her toes to hug him.

"Bye kiddo. You get good grades, ok?" He told her. Jemma stepped away, nodded, and wiped away a singular tear. She smiled, but she felt like she was dying on the inside.

"Goodbye Skye." Jemma took a step to the left to stand directly in front of her.

"Hey, don't cry. I'll be back." Jemma comforted Skye, taking both of her hands and holding them between them.

"I'll be waiting. Impatiently." Skye sniffled and laughed. Jemma squeezed her hands gently.

"It will be summer before you know it, you'll see." Jemma assured her.

"If you say so." Skye told her, letting go of one of her hands to cup Jemma's cheek. Jemma leaned in and they kissed for a moment. Neither of them wanted to stop, but Phil was there and the waiting taxi driver looked at them funny. He probably wasn't a fan of lesbians.

"Bye Jemma." Skye whispered.

"Goodbye Skye." Jemma repeated herself. No matter how many times she said it, she couldn't let go of Skye's hand.

"Bye." Jemma and Skye both uttered the same word at the same time and Jemma backed away from her. She gave Skye a sad smile before ducking into the open back door of the cab.

"You'll write?" Jemma asked.

"Absolutely." Skye answered and gave Jemma one of those smiles that meant she knew something Jemma didn't. Jemma knew she would find out eventually anyway. Skye closed the door behind Jemma. When the door slammed shut, Jemma felt something snap in her chest. She couldn't hear Skye anymore, only see her through the window. She rolled it down as far as it would go.

Skye leaned into the car and kissed Jemma one last time before finally stepping far enough away from the cab they called for it to start up. Jemma watched Skye out the window as the car's tires crunched on the gravel of the long driveway.

Jemma finally sat facing forwards and stopped craning her neck to see Skye when she went into the barn. Jemma wiped a tear from her eyelashes and reached into her bag in the seat beside her to get a book. While she fumbled around, her fingers made contact with the bandana Skye had tied on her wrist last night. Jemma smoothed it out against her thigh and toyed with a loose thread on the edge.

A clomping sound caught Jemma's attention and she stared out the open window beside her. About ten meters away from the side of the car, Skye was riding Calypso at the same speed. Her hair was flying behind her and she was smiling at Jemma. This was the way Jemma had first seen her when she laid eyes on the rider the first day she was here. Wild and free.

Jemma waved the whole way, until the cab finally reached the edge of the property and Skye reached a fence.

Calypso reared, standing on his hind legs and making himself as tall as possible. Skye threw one of her hands way up in the air and exaggeratedly waved at the car Jemma was in as it drove away. They had been underneath the shadow of a cloud and it had moved away at the very end, dousing Skye in sunlight. The sudden light made the scene even more awe inspiring for Jemma. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.

In a few seconds it was over. Calypso was back on all fours and was getting too small to see properly. Jemma wiped away a few tears and eventually settled back into her seat, opening her favorite book. To her surprise, an envelope fluttered out and landed on her lap.

On the front Jemma's name was spelled out in curly letters. Jemma smiled and ran her thumb across it.

She pulled the folded up piece of paper out and began to read it. Skye's handwriting was sloppy because she never used it, but Jemma couldn't care less.

Dear Jemma,

I'm not good with words. I never have been. I know you are, so try not to laugh too hard when you read this.

It's been sixty-six days since I met you. We met at two-thirty on June thirteenth and it's probably three o'clock right now, if you found this as soon as you opened your favorite book, which is probably right after you've left. We've known each other for 1,560 and a half hours. We've known each other for 93,630 minutes and we've known each other for 5,617,800 seconds. That's a lot of seconds. Are you proud of me? I did math for you.

Unfortunately we've only been dating for less than a day, if you count our first kiss as the starting point. That was at ten o'clock last night. We've only been dating for seventeen hours, but I'm already crazy about you. I'm hoping I won't have to figure out how long we dated until at least 8,760 more hours have passed so we would have experienced another summer together, one that we can spend together together, instead of spending the whole thing trying to test each other, hoping for positive results.

This is the first of many letters to come. We're going to write to each other until next summer. Every time I write you a letter I'm going to picture your face and I'm going to smile. I'm going to miss you, preacher's daughter.

P.S. You left one of your books at my house. I know you've already figured out that I kept it on purpose because I wrote this letter before you got in that car and 'forgot' your book. Now you have one more reason to come back to me next summer, because I'm only going to give you that book in person. I might even read it. Maybe. But probably not.

Love,

Skye


Unfortunately that was the end of this story. Even though it wasn't popular, it was still fun to write. Thanks to everyone who read it. I have a friend who thinks I should write a sequel where Skye visits Jemma and her family/friends in England, what would you guys think about that?

I'm also always taking Skimmons prompts if any of you have anything you'd like to see.