I am so surprised and thankful from the response from you guys! I love the AoS fandom! A special shootout to thelooster and Bonnie Radcliffe for the lovely reviews! Brightened my day! So here you go... earlier than I anticipated and motivated as ever...

Chapter two!

Skye practically flew past everybody working on the bus. Coulson on the phone to god knows who talking about god knows what, May driving the plane and on this day back towards New York HQ. So she walked down the stairs to the bunker, finding her S.O Ward punching the life out of a punch bag. Skye made sure to cough and sniff a few times for her excuse to get out of training.

In the corner of her eye she could see those two scientists, racking their brains through some serum Coulson had let them tamper with. And that's what they found to be a break and a bit of fun.

"What do you think is going on in their heads?" she pondered catching Ward's attention with a confused glare. Did the man know how to smile?

"The fabrication behind the serum they were subjected to" he answered in a clear monotone and a slight pant.

"Thank you, captain obvious" she replied, stalking off as she knew she could get no answers out of him.

"What are you getting at, Skye?" he sighed, almost showing a tone of hesitation.

"Don't you think it's just weird that being the way they are... y'know they haven't thought about.. them together?" she awkwardly asked using big hand gestures, feeling an awful lot like Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow.

"How do you know they aren't together?" he questioned, feeling his recent work-out hit him like a ton of bricks as he leant against the punching bag, studying FitzSimmons in the lab. It all seemed to make sense to him.

"Simmons practically told me yesterday" Skye scoffed knowing he would never take it as evidence enough.

"Define 'told' would you? Because I think you and the majority of the human population have completely different meanings of what that word is" he muttered more to himself but he knew she heard by the eye roll.

"It just seems a little sketchy okay!" she sighed, blatantly pointing at the two of them, bent over a small test tube with small grins on their faces.

"English Breakfast, two sugars" Fitz declared placing the hot cup of tea on a table which wasn't piled with tech equipment and papers. Already had to deal with that catastrophe of spilt tea.

Simmons gave a thankful smile, placing the goggles off her eyes and ruffling up her hair.

Of course Fitz did not have the urge to fix her hair that just looked so soft. Not at all.

"Any luck on subject three?" he asked, taking a sip from his own cup of tea which he immediately flinched from and gave a sharp whimper. Jemma looked straight at him in alarm which made him quickly mutter "hot tea" in some embarrassment.

"Seems to be going okay... I think" she responded, looking up constantly at the screen with microscopic view. "It's just the cells in the serum seem to have some effect on 'A' blood type, almost like an electrostatic energy has multiplied it's cell number by five. If you look closely at this particular platelet the energy from the reaction has seemed to form a mutation in the shape... right... there" she pointed.

Fitz squinted and impatiently asked "where?"

"Right there!" she repeated stepping closer to the screen and blatantly pointing at the spot intended.

"Jemma there's nothing out of the ordinary there" Fitz insisted. "A fault in cell growth yes but nothing to alter-"

"But I was so sure" she muttered with a frown. She felt as if her spirits had been dampened and she could tell Fitz knew. He gave an apologetic smile and noticed how fatigued she looked.

"When was the last time you slept?" he asked, putting down his cup and stepping towards her, needing an honest answer. That's all he really needed. All he'd wanted from her since that day when he thought he had lost her. Fitz heard her rustling about at two in the morning most nights and looked at surveillance to see her tinkering in the lab. It's what she always did when things were clustering her. "And I mean really slept, for a good six hours at least"

She met his questioning gaze for a brief moment with a defeated shrug and shake of the head.

"I couldn't tell you" Simmons sighed looking back down to her work. "I've lost track"

Now Simmons distressed was one thing for Fitz to struggle with but finding her actually losing track was what startled him even more.

Simmons observed his expression which was a little crushing to say the least. The heavy silence pressed even further which was painful.

"Have you told Coulson?" if not me. She didn't even need words to reply. He almost guessed himself. She never liked attention being on her. She was far more comfortable behind her work and theories.

"Jemma-" he started but what cut short.

"Look, Fitz, your pity is sincere but it won't help" she mumbled, not wanting to hurt him with her words. She already witnessed first hand what her words could do to him.

"I'm not here to give you pity Jemma, you should know that I never did. Because I know you don't like it. It's not the way you cope with things. I just want to help you. I always have. I need to help you. It's better for the both of us that way" he spoke, his voice softening with every word.

Her shoulders shrunk and she gave a small but real smile. One that he knew was only ever for him. It wasn't her excited grin but more a smile that spoke a thousand words.

So what sort of shenanigans do you expect Skye to get up to?

Think it's time to bring in some AC? ;)

What if FitzSimmons are in one the joke? mehehehehhe

Leave all your thoughts, feedback and any prompts would be much appreciated! Love you guys! Hope you're having great days/nights :)