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She found him sitting on the kitchen's cold blue tile floor, leaning against the tan wall, legs pulled up to his chest. "Fitz?"

He perked his head up and his the sky blue in his eyes contrasted the red rims surrounded by dried tears. "Hey," he croaked.

She slowly sat next to him, her head on his shoulder. This had not been the first time she had seen him like this. When she found him after she jumped from the Bus, he had been in a similar position but in the comfort of his bunk, not the foreign Canadian bunker they now sat in. She repeated what she said months before and meant every word. "I'm scared, too."

The Scottish engineer shook his head and faced her. "I just don't understand. Why would he do this?"

She picked her head back up and sat straight. "I don't know, Fitz. But right now, our first priority is to get Skye back safely. Did you help Coulson get the signal back up?" He nodded slowly as she stood and helped him to his feet. Jemma embraced her best friend, knowing he needed the comfort. "Still want some pancakes?"

He gave a small chuckle when they broke apart. "I think I'd rather have some tea." Jemma was about to speak when an alarmed blared. "What the hell?" Fitz asked while walking towards the nearest wall panel.

"Perimeter defenses activated," a robotic voice spoke.

"Fitz, what's happening?" Jemma questioned.

"Oh, we're just under attack. No big deal or anything," he deadpanned.

They heard Coulson's voice from the hall. "FITZSIMMONS?"

...

Fitz opened the creaking grate to the motel's pool area. Skye and Trip still mingled at a table near the vending machines. She spotted him holding the to-go tray and paper bag. "Bring us something, Fitz?"

He stopped short when he neared them. "Unless you like chamomile, no." He motioned towards her and Jemma's shared room. "Simmons in there?"

Trip answered. "Yeah, she went in there after you left. What's in the bag?"

He rested the tray and bag on the grated table. "Cookies. Want one?" The two practically fought for the bag. "Only one each. They're for me and Jemma." Skye was victorious and grabbed two, passing the smaller to Trip, who stuck out his tongue in defeat. "Children," Fitz accused, "I work with children. Skye, mind if Jemma and I hang out in your room?"

"Go right ahead, Fitzy," Skye said with her mouth full. She cleared her throat before speaking again. "And feel free to spend the night in there, too." She wiggled her eyebrow as he picked up his purchases.

"Not gonna happen." He began to walk away when he turned back around and called back. "Night!" He reached the door and knocked, similar to the several times they hung out in each others' dorms all those years ago at the Academy.

The door swung open to Jemma towel drying her damp hair, wearing a Harvard sweatshirt and athletic shorts. "Sorry, wanted to take a quick shower." She motioned to the bag and cups with her broad smile. "Chamomile and cookies?" He nodded. "Come in, then."

They sat side-by-side on the old mattress. He handed her the cup marked with a J. After their first sips, he spoke. "Well, it's not like the coffee shop near the Academy, but not as bad as the bags kept in the campus kitchen." She gave a small laugh before reaching for a cookie. "So, did Coulson mention a plan before he went back to his room?"

She shook her head. "Only said that he's working on it." Jemma turned to face him when she finished her dessert. "Sorry for snapping at you earlier."

He turned to stare into her scrunched face and brown eyes. "When? At Providence? Jemma, you don't need-"

"It was really rude of me, Fitz," she interrupted.

"And I deserved it," he countered. "You were trying to do your job, and I was hindering that. If anything, I should apologize for my tantrum."

"It's fine, Fitz. I think we've seen the worst of it all, if that helps. I wouldn't be too afraid." She rested a hand on his knee like she had near the pool.

"I'm not afraid, Jemma."

"I know, and you always say that. Just-"

"I'm terrified."

"I know." She tried to give a half-hearted smile. "I am too."

...

Skye unlocked the door a few minutes past midnight. She was about to peel off her jacket when she was surprised to hear loud snoring coming from the normally peaceful sleeper Simmons. That's when she noticed the slightly larger body wrapped around her, the side table's lamp light casting shadows on their faces. Luckily, they were both fully clothed, or else this would have been awkward for the entire trio. She pulled out her phone and took a quick picture of the duo before turning off the lights and slipping back out. Skye went to the next room over and knocked. When Trip opened, she immediately started fangirling while showing him the picture and making herself at home on the bed.

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