This is gonna be 25 days of short Christmas fluff, mostly centered around this Christmas, but a couple from the past, and a couple from the future. If anyone has anything they especially wanna see - drop me a review.
Thanks. Bye.
It was the morning of the first of December that Skye made her way down to the Lab - Coulson was doing paperwork, May was flying the plane and Ward was ... busy.
She hoped the 'science twins' wouldn't be too busy to spend some time with her because, honestly, she was bored stiff, and had been for a little while.
The first thing she noticed walking down the stairs was that while FitzSimmons weren't in the Lab, two fairly large rectangular pieces of cardboard were.
She recognised them within moments - advent calenders - the chocolate kind that she never got growing up with the nuns, but had bought one for herself the year before because ... well, because she could.
This wasn't the cut price brightly coloured children's piece of crap she had had last year though - this was posh, an expensive looking thing that Skye found herself wondering when they'd had time to buy, because they hadn't had any down time in close to three weeks, and it had been almost triple that since they'd had down time anywhere near where they might sell something like this.
"I love your mum, Jem." It was Fitz's voice, coming in from the back of the Lab, and Skye took a step backwards out of direct line of sight.
"I'll be sure to let her know." The laugh in her voice was evident. "What did you get in today's anyway?" There was a slight rustling as Skye assumed they opened the first day on their respective calenders.
"A bell. You?"
"Bauble." She was quiet as she ate her small piece of chocolate, before starting to set up their days work ready for whatever Coulson needed them to be ready for.
"Merry December 1st, Jemma." He spoke quietly, but there was a hint of amusement in his face, as he popped his own chocolate into his mouth.
"Merry December 1st, Leo." She echoed, her voice softer than his, her eyes catching Fitz's for a moment, before she broke the contact, turning again to her work.
Skye backed away slowly - feeling oddly intrusive of what looked like an intensively private moment, and retreated up the metal staircase before they turned and saw her.
Maybe Ward would be finished with what he was doing now.
Down in the lab, the silence reigned once more - broken, as always, only by the soft strands of a festive melody emanating from the radio, and if their hands brushed against each other more than was truly needed to, well there was no one to see.
Thank you for reading, and please review,
Mia
