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Drabble 17: Dream Date

Skye leaned against the counter, her mind wandering as Simmons and Bobbi talked about their time in the Academy. She had nothing to contribute to the discussion, so she just listened and thought for a while. Finally she sighed, loudly.

Simmons looked at her, stopping mid-speech. "Skye, are you okay?"

Bobbi chuckled. "I think she's a little bored by our conversation. Am I right?"

Skye rubbed her head. "Maybe a little."

Simmons inspected her some more. "But you're alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"You seemed a bit down, that's all."

Skye wanted to ask is she was teasing, but she could tell from her face that she wasn't. "I'm fine, trust me." Bobbi raised an eyebrow at her and she sighed, genuinely this time. "That obvious?"

"Only to us." Bobbi said. "And me only because Simmons mentioned it. Guy trouble?"

"You don't know the half of it."

Bobbi stood up. "Then tell me. Let's go to somewhere more private."

Skye got up and started towards her room. "We can talk about guys, but I can't tell you that story. Not yet."

Simmons walked next to Skye and leaned in close. "Don't worry. I know you still need time. Bobbi does too."

Skye gave Simmons a smile. "Thanks." She opened her door and walked to her bunk, sitting at the head of her bed and putting her pillow on her lap, her knees brought up to her chest. Simmons sat right next to her, with her legs crossed, and Bobbi pulled Skye's chair up to the bed and sat on it, facing them.

"If we're not talking about specific guys, we can at least talk about what we like in guys." Bobbi said.

"I like the way you think." Skye said.

"I for one like someone with a bright mind." Simmons put in.

"Never saw that one coming." Skye said with fake amazement. Then she grinned. "I like strong arms."

"A sense of humor." Bobbi said. "He has to be serious enough to commit, but able to make me laugh."

"He has to have caring eyes." Simmons said. "You know, that sort of look that's strong and vulnerable at the same time? I've always loved that look."

"And a confident personality. But not too much. He can't be cocky, at least not all the time." Bobbi added.

Skye thought for a minute. "He should be ruggedly handsome, maybe not always as clean-shaven as he should be."

"But he should be well-dressed." Simmons said. "He should clean up nicely when he has to."

They were all quiet for a few minutes, staring into different spots in the room as they all pictured their dream men.

"We've just made things a lot harder for ourselves, haven't we?" Simmons asked after a reflection.

Skye made a line with her mouth and nodded. "Yep." She leaned back against the wall and dropped her pillow. "We made the perfect guy."

"There's no going back now." Bobbi said.

"But we knew it could never actually happen." Simmons said. "It can't damage our view of guys, because it's unreasonable, right?" she asked, looking from Skye to Bobbi hopefully.

Skye looked at Bobbi. "How do we break it to her?"

"Very funny." Simmons said. "You two can keep that 'perfect' man in your heads, but I'm not planning on letting it affect any relationships I might have."

Bobbi thought for a minute. "You know, I think I will keep it in mind, but for a better reason. I'll use the model to fix whatever man I end up with."

Skye and Simmons laughed.

"That's perfect!" Skye cried.

They laughed and kept making jokes for a bit, until finally there was a knock on the door. It opened and Hunter entered, grinning. "What's going on in here?" he asked.

Skye threw her pillow at him. It caught him by surprise and hit him in the face, and as it slid off he blinked. "Alright then. Someone's in a bad mood." He started to walk backwards. "Fitz, go back to the lab! They're busy!" he shouted into the hallway.

"I'm right here, you know." They heard Fitz say. Then he walked by the open door and looked at the girls.

"I'm coming now Fitz." Simmons said. "We're just done here, right?"

"We're done." Bobbi affirmed.

Skye smirked. "For now."

"Do we want to know what that means?" Fitz asked Hunter.

"Probably not mate."

Simmons walked past Hunter and patted Fitz's shoulder consolingly. "Don't worry Fitz. It was just silly girl talk." She smiled. "Nothing for you to worry about."