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Here's another Skitz chapter - I promise that though these chapters seem a little random right now, they will eventually become an important backstory...
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The computer screen in front of Fitz blurred in and out of focus. He was so tired of monitoring the progress of Skye's hack ever since Jemma had plugged in the bug. Nothing interesting had happened for the past twenty-four hours. It wouldn't be terrible to fall asleep just for a moment, right?
He closed his eyes and laid his head down on the desk.
Something beeped.
Really? he thought, frustrated, as he forced his heavy eyelids back up with his head in order to look at the computer screen.
His eyes widened. There were files appearing on the screen - hundreds of them, by the look of it.
"Skye?" he called, not turning his head, irrationally afraid that if he moved or touched anything he would undo all their hard work and be back to staring at the screen for the rest of his life.
There was no response.
"Skye!" he said again, this time louder.
Still nothing.
Brow furrowed, Fitz thought for a second - had she left? He didn't remember her going anywhere…
Just as he was about to start being concerned, the door opened with a creak and Skye strode into the room, looking energetic and happy. Just about the opposite of what Fitz had been feeling for the past couple of hours.
"Where were you?" he asked, his voice sharper than he had intended. Immediately, he corrected himself, "I mean, I'm glad you're back."
Skye smiled at him, apparently not at all offended. "I brought breakfast." She held up a bakery bag for his inspection, then placed it on the dresser.
Inhaling deeply, Fitz savoured the smell of warm...muffins? "I love you," he said, a goofy smile on his face, his stomach rumbling approval. Then he straightened and froze, as did she. His look of panic was mirrored on her face. What did I just say? "I...I mean, I love breakfast. And muffins. And, well, food in general," he babbled, trying to cover his mistake.
"Yeah, me too," she added quickly, turning away from him, but not before he could see the blush on her cheeks.
Leo, you idiot, he reprimanded himself.
"How's our hack?" Skye asked after a couple awkward seconds of silence.
Remembering, Fitz shot out of his chair and said exultantly, "It worked!" And, before he had a chance to rethink his decision, he scooped her up around her slim waist and spun her around.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and shrieked at the sudden gesture, but her startled cry quickly changed to laughter. "Fitz, put me down," she gasped. "I have to take a look at the computer."
"Fine," he grumbled, but set her down so that she could move towards their newfound data. Picking up a muffin out of the bag, he bit down on it savagely, confused at why he was always such an awkward doofus around Skye, when all he wanted was to be cool and mysterious. But at the same time, when he had held her in his arms, it had just felt right.
"It's all here," Skye called excitedly from her position in front of the screen, interrupting Fitz's thoughts. "We have all of Hydra's data - we can figure out which agents are loyal."
"You found Hydra's agent list?" Fitz asked, setting his muffin down and coming to stand behind her.
"Well, no," she grimaced, swiveling to face him and wrinkling her nose cutely. "But it has to be in here somewhere, right?"
"Great," Fitz said dryly. "Just great."
"I'll take the first shift and start sorting?" she offered.
"Deal." Despite his lack of excitement for the task ahead of him, he still smiled at her. Besides, this task couldn't be horrible if it meant that he would get to spend more time with Skye, right?
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