Sorry for the wee interlude between chapters there. I've been a bit swamped for the last week. So sorry for that. The next chapter should be up around this time next week, but I can't make any promises. Enjoy!

Every single year without fail, Fitz and Simmons would make it back home to the UK for Christmas and New Year. They would alternate who's family they spent Christmas and New Year's at. This particular year they were spending New Year with the Simmons' after a quiet Christmas with Fitz's mother in Scotland, whom spent the entire time pestering Fitz in private if he'd asked Simmons out yet. Simmons' family was slightly less subtle. Mistletoe hung in every door way and in the three days they had been there Simmons had kissed Fitz on the cheek more times than she could count on her fingers.

New Year rolled around, and Simmons' childhood home was filled with people and loud music blasting from somewhere. About ten minutes before midnight Fitz disappeared. Simmons looked everywhere. She knew he got a bit nostalgic when he spent New Year in England, and that he missed hearing the canon going off from Edinburgh Castle, seeing people in kilts everywhere, bagpipes going and the singing of Auld Lang Syne at the bells.

She eventually found him standing outside at the back door, humming contently to himself, a bottle of beer swinging between his fingers.

"Are you drunk Leopold Fitz?" Simmons fake scolded.

"Mebby just a weee bit." He replied.

"S'tradition though!" Fitz exclaimed, brandishing his beer bottle.

"Everyone in Scotland gets hammered on New Years."

Simmons laughed.

"Yes but you are in England this year. Not Scotland."

Simmons reached to take the beer bottle away from him but he pulled it away quickly and took a long swig.

"Why are you out here anyway? It's freezing." Simmons asked.

"S'too crowded in there. I needed some air." Fitz replied and brought the beer bottle to his lips again.

He paused, lowered the beer bottle and peered at the watch which was glowing on his wrist.

"S'only a minute to midnight." He slurred.

"There's not much point in going back in then." Simmons shivered as she spoke.

"5,4,3,2,1 HAPPY NEW YEAR" came from inside the house.

Simmons slowly walked over to stand next to Fitz and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Happy new year Fitz." She murmured.

Fitz turned to look at her.

"Happy new year Simmons." He murmured back.

Without any hesitation Fitz leaned in and kissed her. Simmons was too shocked to respond and he broke away before she got the chance to. She could still taste the bitterness of alcohol from his lips when he wandered off and started belting Auld Lang Syne at the top of his lungs, leaving Simmons standing shocked by the door.

"SHOULD AULD ACQUAINTANCE BE FORGOT AND NEVER BROUGHT TO MIND? SHOULD AULD ACQUAINTANCE BE FORGOT AND AULD LANG SYNE."

Hahaha writing drunk Fitz was fun.