Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. Brynn was pacing back and forth in her bedroom, scratching her head. Bobbi had been unusually….silent during breakfast. Even more than May. Which said a lot. The girl sat down thoughtfully on her bed and replayed breakfast through her mind.

"Morning Brynn."

"Morning Coulson."

They sat down at the table with the rest of the team. As they were passing waffles around, Bobbi finally came in and quietly took her seat.

"So, Brynn, you have training with me today at the shooting range. I know you're just using an ICER, but you still need to be able to aim it correctly."

"Fine. Then can we spar?"

"Deal. Now don't use so much syrup!"

Bobbi quietly cut her pancakes.

HOLD ON!

Bobbi quietly cut her pancakes….something was missing…something was missing…..

Brynn peered closely at the picture in her mind and stared intently at Bobbi's wrist. That's what it was! Bobbi wasn't wearing her bracelet! Bobbi always wore a beaded bracelet that Hunter had made her. But she wasn't wearing it. So…either she lost it… but she always had it on. Even in the shower. So she couldn't have lost it.

Brynn bounced up and down on her bed. She was very quiet at breakfast, and she sat beside May and Mack instead of beside Mack and Hunter….Hunter! She was mad at Hunter!

Brynn's eyes gleamed evilly. So…The two lovebirds had a spat, had they? Time for Mission Brynn Brings Bobbi and Hunter Back Together!

She leapt off her pillows and out of her bunk.

"SKYE!" she yelled, running into the shooting range.

"Good gracious, Brynn!" Skye yelled, quickly putting a rack of rifles onto the top shelf. "You're twenty minutes early."

"I know. But I need some help."

"Oh no. This can't be good."

"But this time it actually is!"

"Really? The last time you needed help was to break into the lab."

Brynn stomped her foot in frustration. "This time it won't require any breaking in. Maybe. But it will be for the greater good!"

Skye deep inside was laughing her head off at Brynn's frustration. She looked hilarious when she was frustrated. Kind of like a flustered chicken that had just been dunked in a bucket of water. "And what is this greater good you speak of?"

"You seriously didn't notice this morning? At breakfast?"

"…no…"

"Bobbi? You didn't notice? The thing?"

Good lord, could the child just get to the point already? "What thing? She was just rather quiet."

Brynn sighed dramatically. "She wasn't wearing the bracelet Lance gave her! You know what that means?"

"…no…"

Brynn leaned in and whisper-screamed. "They're fighting again!" She sighed dramatically once more and sat down on a box. "And now we'll be subjected to first, the awkward silence, which grows into really awkward silence, which then grows into unbearably awkward silence. And then you know what happens? They'll have a huge screaming match! For hours! And I can't go to sleep, because they're either yelling in Bobbi or Lance's bunk, both of which are close to mine, and yours, and Coulson's, and May's, and Fitz's, and Simmons, and Mack's. The point is, none of us will be able to sleep! And then the awkward silence resumes, but this time with their horrible glares that make all of us even more uncomfortable. And then, they start refusing to be in the same room as each other, and then they start refusing to go on missions with each other, and then Lance goes on a mini vacation and always comes back with a black eye."

"Gee, Brynn. You seriously know all that?"

"Yes! I analyzed how they acted every time they argued, and every single time it is consistent with this pattern. And I'm not done. The worst part is when Bobbi sees Lance with the black eye or bruise under his cheek. They have yet another screaming match and we are unable to sleep yet again. Then, randomly, they're all happy and cuddly with each other again the next day, and if we bring up the fight, they snap at us to mind our own business. It happens every. Single. Time. Do you want to go through it again? Or shall we stop it in its first phase?"

The kid sure knew how to give a speech. "Well…I don't really want to hear those screaming matches again…"

Skye knew that half of the second screaming match was most definitely not in anger…but no need to scar the poor child.

"I guess it is very annoying." Skye agreed.

"And we must stop it at once! Rise up to the occasion!" Brynn jumped off her box. "Come! We have planning to do! To my bunk! We must away!"

She charged out of the shooting range, leaving Skye in stitches behind her.

Skye flopped down on the couch beside Brynn.

"See? Isn't this a better plan?"

Brynn huffed. "I guess. Simmons wouldn't give me any of those drugs, anyways."

Brynn had advocated sneaking drugs into Bobbi and Lance's coffee to make them giddy and then hypnotize them into being happy and cuddly with each other. It took Skye a while, but she managed to convince Brynn that drugging people was really not that good of an idea, despite how tempting it sounded.

"You called this meeting for what?" asked Hunter, coming into the room with some shaving cream on his chin.

"See?" whispered Brynn into Skye's ear, "I told you he always shaved when he was mad at Bobbi."

Skye cleared her throat. "We have to wait for the rest to come."

Bobbi came in next and made a huge show of sitting far away from Lance.

"So what's this meeting for?"

Brynn jumped up. "To sort out you two's problems. Talk it out and be all happy and cuddly again!"

She and Skye dashed from the room and locked the doors. There was angry muffling and shouting from inside, but the two schemers were already well down the hall.

"I don't hear them talking," whispered Brynn to Skye.

"Neither do I. Are they asleep?" They pressed their ears to the door again.

"No. They're right behind you."

Brynn and Skye screamed and jumped.

"Bobbi! Lance! How—what—you were—wha?" Brynn spluttered.

"You forget I know how to pick locks," said Bobbi, holding up a bent paper clip. "Never do that again, or I'll tell Coulson."

She glared at Hunter and stalked away. Hunter glared at her back and stalked away in the other direction.

"Oh no," groaned Brynn, "Now we're in the glaring phase."

"This is even worse," sighed Brynn, "Not only are they still fighting, but now they know we're trying to get them back together! Ugh, our plans are ruined." She threw herself down on the bed and buried her head under a pillow. "Mfhish fshuscksh!" she yelled into the pillow.

"I'm sorry, what?" Skye asked, greatly amused by Brynn's dramatic flares.

"This sucks!" Brynn yelled again, popping up from the pillow. "We have to think of another plan! But we need to be very discreet about it this time."

Skye lay down on the bed beside Brynn. "So…what do you have in mind?"

"Well…drugging them is very discreet—"

"And very illegal."

"But if it wasn't—"

"But it is."

They sat in silence for a while contemplating the cruel nature of life. At least Brynn was. Skye was trying to hold in her amusement at Brynn's despair.

"SKYE!" screamed Brynn, bursting into Skye's bunk.

"Knock, Brynn!" yelped Skye, "Ever heard of knocking? I might have been changing!"

"But you're not."

"But if I was?"

"What?"

"What?"

"Never mind! Skye, I have a fabulous plan for Mission BBBHBT!"

"Mission what?"

"BBBHBT! Brynn Brings Bobbi and Hunter Back Together! Anyways, Fitz and Simmons made me watch Joss Whedon's Much Ado About Nothing—dude, there was a guy who look a lot like Coulson. I'm serious. They look like twins. But Coulson's better looking. Anyways, the point is…I HAVE A FABULOUS PLAN! Soooooo, we need to be somewhere where Bobbi can hear us, and then talk about how much Hunter loves her and is pining after her and is almost ready even to apologize!"

"Bobbi's not going to believe that. Hunter never apologizes."

"Fine. We leave out the apologizing part. But then, we do the same with Hunter."

"And are you sure this will work?"

"Yes! The love expert knows best."

"….Since when was Shakespeare a love expert?"

"Not Shakespeare, silly. Me!"

Brynn ran squealing out of the bunk, with Skye yelling after her.

"Wait…since when were you a love expert? You haven't ever even had a boyfriend. Wait… have you?! BRYNN! Come back! You're not allowed to have a boyfriend! Brynn!"

Brynn dashed through the hallways, not watching where she was going. As she turned a corner, she crashed into Coulson.

"Woah, woah, what in the world are you doing, tearing around like this?"

Brynn let out a long string of unintelligible squeaks (she did this whenever she was very angry or excited), and stomped her foot.

Skye came running after Brynn.

"Brynn, no boyfriends!" she panted.

"Boyfriend?!" screamed Coulson, dropping his binder, "BOYFRIEND?!"

Brynn stopped squeaking. "What? I don't have a boyfriend!"

Skye straightened up. "Oh. Really?"

"Yes. Really. Boys are icky."

Coulson looked very offended. "Well, what are you doing?"

Brynn helped Coulson pick up the scattered papers. "We're on a mission to get Hunter and Bobbi to stop fighting."

"Ah, so that's what this is about. Gee, their fighting is getting on your nerves too? Well, you know what? You two don't worry about it. I'll deal with those two."

He walked away, deep in thought, leaving Brynn and Skye holding his binder.

"Uhhh, Coulson?" Brynn called after him, waving the binder. "Do you still need this?"

Whatever Coulson did seemed to have worked very well, because Bobbi and Hunter were all sickly sweet again the next day, as if nothing had ever happened. Brynn couldn't figure out how Coulson did it, and confirmed her suspicions once more that Coulson had some magical powers. How else could his grilled cheese sandwiches be so good?