skimmons "i've got one word for you: sing-along!"

disclaimed

the one where jemma's never seen high school musical

...

"Oh," Jemma says, peering over Skye's shoulder at the March Madness brackets she's filling in. "What team is that?" she asks, pointing to the scrawl on the inner bracket.

Skye freezes. There's no way.

"What'd you say?" she asks innocently, cocking her head to the side and stilling her hands.

Jemma leans over, rests her chin on Skye's head. "I said-," she huffs goodnaturedly. "What team-?"

"WILDCATS!"

Skye knows who had a real life on the team, from the way their heads snap up in recognition, grins wide and bright as they yell back, "GETCHA HEAD IN THE GAME!"

"What on earth?!" Jemma shrieks, jumping away and clapping her hands over her mouth. She takes a few deep breaths, smacking Skye on the shoulder when she sees the other woman doubled over with laughter.

"Have you-," Skye gasps, wiping at her eyes. "Have you never seen High School Musical?"

From across the room, Bobbi yells, "You're missing out, Simmons."

By the time Skye stops laughing so hard, Jemma's pouting, arms crossed over her chest. "Just because I haven't seen some film about high school-."

"It's an American classic," Skye tells her. "Absolute requirement for being on the team."

"Fitz hasn't watched it!" Jemma insists, pointing to Fitz-or, rather, the back of Fitz's head, as he's currently engrossed in trying to beat Mack's record on Red Dead Redemption.

"Ah-," he interrupts. "I actually have."

Jemma kind of looks like she's just been betrayed in the most severe manner. "Leopold," she gasps. "When?"

He waves her off, too busy in responding to Mack's smack talk. Jemma shoots Skye a look when she snorts.

"Okay, okay," Skye laughs. "Alright. We'll fix this, don't worry-."

"I'm not worried-."

"You're obviously very worried," Skye tells her. "But don't be."

The rest of team begins to ignore them again, returning to their individual tasks, and Skye grins mischievously. "Skye..." Jemma sighs. "What are you planning?"

"I've got one word for you," Skye grins even wider, looking absolutely delighted as she sings, "Sing-along!"

/

This was a terrible mistake. Jemma's finally learned the words, and is now insisting on rewatching the trilogy. Skye doesn't think she's ever regretted anything so immediately.

"C'mon Skye, aren't we all in this together?" Jemma ribs, poking her nearly comatose girlfriend in the side.

"J'mema," Skye mumbles, swatting her hands away. "It's like two am."

"Who got me into this?" Jemma asks playfully, far too awake for the late-early?-hour. "Hm?"

Skye snuggles against Jemma, burying her face in her hair. "'m so tired."

"Oh," Jemma tuts. "I think you just need to get your head in the game."

"This was a mistake.

/

(it takes about half of the first movie's encore for skye to convince jemma to come to bed with her. she sings the entire way back to their room, and skye only hates it a little)