Jemma was practically bouncing in the back seat of the cab. As they continued to drive, slowly the distance between buildings gradually grew until there were only open fields and an occasional house or barn.

Jemma fidgeted with her bandana and put on the hat Skye gave her last summer. Oh, Skye, can't you just teleport the cab to yourself? Please?

When the sign with the words 'Wildwood Ranch' printed in an arch over the road was visible, Jemma unbuckled and zipped up her bag. Skye was sitting on the fence of the property line, looking quite anxious.

"Right here is great, thank you." Jemma alerted the driver. She paid him and practically toppled out of the car.

Skye's face lit up when she saw Jemma and she slid off the fence, opening her arms. Jemma tackled her and they both laughed with glee and squeezed the life out of each other. Jemma took the initiative and captured both Skye's lips and heart in a soft kiss. She could feel Skye's smile against her lips and felt Skye's hand touch her waist.

They finally had to stop because they needed air, but they weren't ready to let go of each other yet. They kept their foreheads pressed against each other for a few silent seconds before Skye pulled her into a second bone crushing hug.

"You have bangs." Jemma said in shock when they separated. Skye hadn't told her she'd gotten her hair cut. "I love it." She smiled.

"And you look very nice in that flannel. Did you go shopping just for me?" Skye teased.

"No, I was just tired of getting my nice blouses covered in dirt." Jemma joked.

"I'm so flattered." Skye said sarcastically.

"You know, I missed this banter. It didn't really work when we were getting each other's letters a week after we sent them." Jemma told Skye.

"I feel like you never left. Like this is just... normal." Skye commented.

"For you maybe, you've been here the whole time. I got spoiled by the lack of the smell of horse manure. It's different for me." Jemma told her. Skye chuckled and pecked Jemma on the cheek.

"But really, it's great to have you back." Skye told her.

"It's great to be back." Jemma answered happily. Skye picked up Jemma's bag for her and began the walk back to the house that reminded Jemma so much of last year.

"Do you have any competitions while I'm here? I'm dying to see you in action." Jemma asked curiously. In her letters Skye had very enthusiastically told her about how she began competing in barrel racing competitions at nearby rodeos.

Skye had spent an entire letter just explaining to Jemma what barrel racing was. That it was when a rider and horse move top speed though a three barrel course in a clover leaf pattern, spinning around each one unbelievably quickly. Skye had told Jemma it was the most thrilling thing she'd ever experienced, besides kissing her, of course. Skye said it was eighteen seconds of pure terror and excitement at the same time.

Jemma had promptly looked up videos of the sport and was horrified the first time she watched a horse turn so sharply around the barrels that it almost feel right over. It was a dangerous sport, but Skye assured Jemma that she was going to be fine.

"Two weeks from now there's a rodeo in the next town over." Skye beamed, clearly excited for the event. "You can be my groupie." Skye teased, quirking her eyebrows and grinning. They were finally beginning to near the barn and the house again.

Jemma linked her arm through Skye's and rested her head on Skye's shoulder, sighing and closing her eyes. She could have walked with Skye forever, but they were interrupted.

"Jemma!" Jemma had to remove herself from Skye to greet her uncle, who welcomed her with open arms.

"Hey Jemma." Jemma was surprised to see Melinda May standing next to Phil. She extended her hand to shake, and Jemma accepted it. It was more than she'd gotten last summer, after all. She didn't mind if May wasn't a physical contact kind of person.

Jemma noticed an engagement ring on May's left hand; that was new. Out of curiosity she glanced at Phil's left hand and her jaw dropped. Skye laughed and Melinda May actually smiled when she knew Jemma had made the connection.

"No way." Jemma laughed.

"We're getting married at the end of the summer." Phil told Jemma with a smile.

"Congratulations!" Jemma exclaimed, quickly hugging Phil a second time. After a few minutes of everyone just chatting for a little bit, May recognized the look on both of the younger girls' faces and nudged Phil with her elbow.

"You two go have fun. We'll be here to talk with at dinner." Phil smiled, knowing what May meant to tell her and not wanting to torture them any longer.

Jemma and Skye rushed out to the barn and went out bareback for a quick ride.

When they reached the hill that Jemma had rode to the night the cattle thieves tried to steal the herd, she realized that she was with Skye now, she didn't have to send her subtle hints any more.

Jemma leaned across the small distance between their horses and put her free hand on the back of Skye's neck, pulling her closer. Her lips brushed against Skye's lightly before she tilted her head and kissed her.

"This isn't very safe." Skye muttered against Jemma's lips, but she didn't do anything to stop it. The horses slowly started to drift away from each other and they parted, laughing, when Jemma almost fell off because she was stretched so far into midair.

Skye leaned over and quickly kissed Jemma's cheek when the two horses were in range for a second.

"What are we going to do all summer without the fun of that back and forth game we played where we took turns trying to test the waters?" Jemma asked.

"I have a few ideas." Skye smirked and Jemma rolled her eyes. She couldn't wait to get to know this new part of Skye that had just been exposed. In her best American accent, Jemma said,

"But I'm a fine preacher's daughter. Why, you're going to ruin me."

"Ugh. Awful accent." Skye laughed. "And I meant ideas like going down to the lake to swim and taking you to the one restaurant we have here. You're the one with the dirty mind." Skye stuck out her tongue and trotted ahead of Jemma.

"There's a restaurant?" Jemma asked in disbelief.

"I know, it's hard to believe." Skye laughed. "It's more like a small diner."

"I figured." Jemma responded.

If someone had told Jemma right then that she was dead, she would have believed it. This scene, with Skye and Sunshine and Calypso would be what she imagined when she thought of heaven. She belonged here now. She felt like Skye was her home.