A/N: This chapter was a lot of fun to write - thanks to Salkri Kachemench again for the prompt! Enjoy =).

"Dare." Skye said with surety, eyeing Simmons. She was confident that the sweet scientist wouldn't pick anything too difficult.

"Alright, let's see." Simmons looked thoughtful for a moment. "I dare you to...to let Ward do your hair and keep it like that for the rest of the day."

Skye laughed. "Easy." The game was put on hold for a little while while Skye, Fitz, and Ward scattered to find styling materials. Leaning back contentedly on the couch, Skye smiled as she began to brainstorm her next move. As soon as Ward was finished with her hair, it would be her turn. Hmm, she thought, Should I get Simmons to confess her feelings for Ward? Or, she tapped her lip thoughtfully, I could dare Ward to take his shirt off and then watch Simmons turn bright red…

"Ready?" Ward's voice interrupted her musings.

Rolling her eyes dramatically, Skye sat up and pulled the ponytail out of her hair, allowing Ward access. "Go for it." The chuckles that sounded from behind her coupled with the sheer amount of hairspray, though, made Skye slightly nervous - she braced herself for the final result.

"Close your eyes," Fitz ordered a couple minutes later.

Skye obeyed with a sigh.

"Okay, now open!" The laughter in Simmons's voice was clear.

"Oh. My. Gosh." The words were shocked. Skye watched her stunned reflection in the mirror that Fitz held put a hand to her hair. Somehow, Ward had managed to use hairspray and bobby pins to create a hair funnel starting from the crown of her head and extending six inches upwards.

At her response, Fitz snickered. "Bad hair day?" He taunted, a teasing gleam in his eyes. "Because I think it looks about the way it always does."

"Oh," Skye responded, grinning devilishly at him, "You are making a huge mistake, Fitz. I believe it's my turn!"

"Terrifying." He mocked.

"Truth or dare?"

He looked her straight in the eyes. "Truth."

Pouting, Skye grumbled, "Fine. Be boring - I'll get you back eventually." She thought for a second, then asked, "We'll go high-school with this - who are you crushing on right now?"

Fitz turned bright red. "No-o-o one."

"Liar!" Simmons exclaimed, but then quieted at the look Fitz shot her.
"Yeah," Skye said, indignant. "You have to be honest."

"Whatever. There's this girl. That I like." Fitz wouldn't meet her eyes and his face was flushed. "Name's Sophie."

Still not satisfied, Skye asked, "So, what's she like?" Outside, she sounded curious and peppy, but inside, she felt a dull ache. But she didn't understand why it would hurt so badly to hear that Fitz was in love with someone else - it's not like she had feelings for him or anything.

"That wasn't part of the question," Fitz appealed to Simmons and Ward. "I don't have to answer it, right?"

Ward shrugged. "Technically, he's right. Sorry Skye."

Huffing, she sprawled backwards, her cone-hair making a thump as it hit the back of the worn couch. Probably didn't even dent the hairstyle, she thought wryly.

"My turn." Fitz turned to Ward. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare. I can take it."

"Okay…" Fitz drawled, "I dare you to drink the entire contents of the cooler," he said, pointing at the mostly-full water cooler.
"That's not humanly possible," Simmons started to object, but Ward held up his hand.

"I've got this." He grabbed a glass jar that he had been using as a cup eariler from the table and filled it, then downed it in one breath. Then another. Skye watched, fascinated, as he managed to drink the entire cooler-full over the course of ten minutes. "Done." He declared, finishing the last mouthful. "And I think it's my turn." He leveled his gaze directly at Skye. "Truth or dare."

"Again?" She squeaked. Never the one to back down, though she responded, "Fine. Dare."

Ward exchanged a knowing glance with Simmons, then said, "I dare you to kiss Fitz."

Skye's eyes widened and she glared daggers at her 'friends.'

"And a real kiss," Simmons added, "Not just a peck."

Raising his hand, Fitz asked, "Don't I get a say in this?"

"No." Simmons and Ward replied in unison.

"Well?" Staring at her expectantly, Ward raised an eyebrow at the fact that she had not yet budged. "Are you going to refuse my dare?"

She jumped to her feet immediately at that comment, her stupid pride refusing to let her off the hook. "Never," she shot at Ward. Fitz looked slightly nervous as she strode up to him - rightly so, it turned out as she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him to her. Their lips met in a searing kiss that took Skye's breath away and left her shaking. "There," she tried to say confidently, but her voice just sounded dazed. Fitz looked just as out of it as she did, though.

"Wow." That was Simmons.

"Yeah." Ward echoed her sentiment.

"So," Skye said, trying to distract herself from the intensity of the moment. "Simmons, truth or dare?"

The game continued - Ward did end up taking off his shirt, Simmons did end up blushing, but Skye found that she was having a difficult time focusing on anything other than the curly-haired Scot. And she was developing a neck-ache from the sheer weight of her cone-hair. Finally, she said, "That's it for me, guys. I'm going to take a long shower," she glared at Ward, "and try to comb out this monstrosity."

"I'm done, too," Fitz announced, following her retreat.

Great. He's following me. That makes it much more difficult not to dwell on that kiss.

"Skye?"

She turned at the sound of her name, seeing Fitz looking guilty standing behind her. "Yes?"

"I lied…" He hesitated, examining his toes intently. "Well, to be completely honest, I just misled you. Sort of. Which is like lying, I guess. But different, right?"

"Is there a point?" Skye asked, hardly daring to hope.

"Oh, yeah. It's just - there is no Sophie. I was talking about you."

Before she was able to respond, he vanished hurriedly. He didn't see the huge smile spread across Skye's face nor the little dance she did in her excitement. Yes!

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