It's after midnight here, so it counts as December 2nd. Probably should also mention that this story exists in a separate universe to my other Agents of SHIELD stories, which all exist in the same (sort of) universe.
And also - honestly the response from the first chapter was amazing. Seriously - I love you all, especially the reviewers, the followers and the favouriters (is that a word? It's a word now.) Now these aren't going to be long, just a few hundred words each - a good exercise in restraint for myself.
One last note as always - any prompts, and I mean any prompts, just leave a review, or a PM.
Hope you enjoy. Bye.
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It was the night before Christmas Eve that Jemma rung the doorbell of 21 Victoria Road, a small smile playing on her lips that she couldn't quite remove, Fitz stood at her side, the large black bag filled with enough clothes to last the pair of them four days slung over his shoulder.
The sounds of shuffling drifted through the walls of the house, along with the yelled command of - "Evan, get the door!"
The voice was muffled by the walls separating them, but the words were clear enough.
"But muuummm..." The answer that came was not unexpected, though Fitz hoped he would hurry up, as it was getting rather cold stood out here.
"Now, Evan." There was no room for mistake in the elder woman's voice, and it was with a tremendous amount of noise that a barely teenaged boy came to open the door, his sister following him as she so often did.
The annoyed face of the elder quickly morphed into something akin to joy as he realised who was at the door, throwing his arms around his older sister faster than Fitz would have thought possible, Jess lingering just behind, a smile blossoming on her face.
As he always was, Fitz was struck by how similar the pair looked, despite the obvious fact that one was very clearly male, and the other female.
Evan looked almost as he always did, pulling away from the sister nine years his elder, messy near-black curls that fell atop a face with a unique ever present grin, and the same big brown eyes he shared with both his sisters - half a head shorter than one, half a head taller than the other.
With her dark hair, just half a shade lighter than her brother's, pulled into a neat plait down the centre of her back, and her big eyes wide, still stood just inside the porch, Jess looked (as she had since Fitz had first met her so many years previous) significantly more than just fifteen minutes younger than her brother.
"Jemma," she whispered, almost silently - all but pushing her brother out of the way to get her own turn at hugging her sister. "Hey Leo," her voice was muffled by Jemma's shoulder, her face still pressed into it.
Pulling back, she didn't release her sister entirely - it had been almost five months since they had been face to face - and Skype and phone calls can only do so much.
"I missed you," her voice was barely audible, but her fingers didn't unclench from her big sister's jacket - Jess had always been closer to Jemma than Evan had been, and everyone knew it.
"Jemma, Leo, guess what?" Evan's voice was carefully gleeful as he drew the spotlight away from his twin sister when she began to fidget under the attention of three people, even three close family members (because how could Leo be counted as anything but) that she adored.
"What?" Came their quick (always synchronised) reply, curious and knowing something was coming.
"It's nearly Christmas!" And he just sounded so excited, it was hard to do anything but grin back, as they made their way out of the softly falling snow, and into the warmth of Jemma's childhood home.
Thank you for reading and please review,
Mia
