"please come get me" + skimmons"

idk where this fits into the show's timeline don't question it shhhhhh

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"Please come get me."

It's nearly three am, and Skye's been gone for days. It's been awful, the waiting—hoping that she'll call or video chat or something to prove that she isn't dead in a ditch. Jemma refuses to admit to it, but she's spent more time pacing in the lab, worrying, than she has actually doing anything.

But now.

Now Jemma's phone is cradled between her ear and her shoulder and she's stumbling out into the hallway, making steady headway towards May's bunk. "Where are you? What's—Skye it's been days."

"I know," Skye whispers. Jemma hears a horn blare in the background. "I know. I'm sorry."

If she weren't so relieved to hear Skye's voice, Jemma thinks she would be angry. Sorry is weak. Sorry is a cop out. Sorry means nothing when she's been left here, hoping that this won't be the day she hears that the woman she loves is dead in some Hydra kidnapping gone wrong.

But she is relieved. There's no denying that.

"Love," Jemma breathes, letting the name slip past her lips. "Are you okay?"

There's silence. Jemma worries that she's pushed too far, said too much; shown her cards when she's not entirely sure that Skye's even playing. They've been doing this thing for only a few weeks, but Jemma thinks she's been in love with the other woman since long before. She pauses in front of May's door, leans her forehead on the wall and tries to not worry.

"I'm a little drunk," Skye answers, finally. "And it's making me realize that I didn't actually need a road trip of self discovery."

Jemma relaxes slightly. It feels like Skye has more to say, but for now, that answer is enough to soothe her.

Skye coughs, and Jemma hears her suck in a deep breath. Jemma thinks that she can nearly smell the smoke, though she knows that, logically, that's impossible.

"I want to come home." Skye sounds old, tired. "I belong there, with the team." Jemma starts to agree, but Skye adds, "I belong there with you."

Okay.

Whatever they are—whatever they have—it will be damn hard to sustain in this line of work. Jemma closes her eyes, sees flashes of all the times one or the other of them nearly died, sees Skye bleeding out on a dirt floor, her blood coating Jemma's hands. Sees the softness in Skye's eyes when she'd woken to find Jemma, awake at her bedside. Sees the way Skye'd looked when she'd seen Jemma for the first time after her jump.

"I'm getting May," Jemma promises her, reaching out to knock on the older woman's door. "Get somewhere that's warm, while you wait, yeah?"