A/N: Sorry this one took a while for me to write - school is dominating my life lately. But please enjoy. Also, if any of you have any brilliant ideas for future chapters, let me know! I love incorporating your ideas =).

"This is the life." Skye took a sip of her hot chocolate and smiled, savouring the warm liquid. Hot chocolate was probably her favourite drink, especially on a late summer night.

"I don't see how," Fitz grumbled, sitting next to her around the campfire. "We're in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do."

Skye tried to hide her smile at his characteristic moodiness. For some reason, she found it adorable when he complained - that cute little frown didn't hurt either. "Cheer up," she teased. "We're camping - it's supposed to be fun. A break from all the craziness." Taking another sip from her hot cocoa, she shifted in her camping chair to face Fitz.

"There's no wifi. Or cell service." His voice was flat.

She arched an eyebrow at him. "That's sort of the point." She waved her free arm at their surroundings. "Enjoy nature. Forget technology. And," cutting him off as he started to object, she continued, "It's not easy for me to say because computers are my life."

Crossing his arms grumpily, he mumbled, "It's not beautiful. It's just eating me alive."

Rising to her feet, Skye finished the last sip of her hot chocolate and put her cup down in the chair's cupholder. "That's it. You're coming with me," she ordered, standing in front of his chair, determined.

"Why?" A baffled look crossed his face.

She held out a hand. "I'm going to show you how beautiful camping can be."

With obvious reluctance he took her hand and stood up, adjusting his light jacket. "Fine."

They told Coulson that they were taking a walk so that no one would worry about their absence, then Skye picked an arbitrary direction and started walking.

"Where are we going?" Fitz asked, catching up to her.

She smiled at him and shrugged. "I'm not sure. I think that the lake is this way, though." The path they were following through the woods was clear and pretty flat - an easy walk. Breaking the silence that had fallen between them, Skye asked, "So, what do you have against nature anyway?"

"Nothing. It's just cold and full of bugs." Glancing down at his feet, he grimaced and added, " And mud. Lots of mud."

Skye laughed at that - the squishy substance was coating her boots as well, but she didn't really care.

Sounding offended, Fitz muttered, "Of course you're laughing."

"No," she giggled, "I would never laugh." She was about to say something more when the forest ended abruptly at the edge of a large, smooth lake. The surface was a clear as a mirror, reflecting the large moon high in the sky. "Woah."

"It's okay, I guess," Fitz admitted grudgingly as they walked forward across the lush grass.

Skye glanced upwards, then nodded. This is the perfect night for stargazing, she thought in satisfaction. Immediately sitting down on the damp grass, she took off her purple scarf and, crumpling it into a ball, used it as a pillow as she laid back and watched the stars. And waited. It took only a couple moments before she saw Fitz come over and lay down next to her. "Aren't they beautiful? And they are so clear tonight." She muttered after he had settled, her gaze focused on Orion.

"You really love it out here, don't you?" The change in his tone prompted Skye to turn to look at him. The grumpiness was gone, replaced with curiosity, and something...something she didn't recognize.

Biting her lip in thought, she responded, "I just love the peace. It's so calm out here - no missions, no guns, no danger." Returning her gaze to the stars, she pointed out the constellation she had been examining earlier. "That one there is Orion - see those three stars in a line?" She pointed. "That's his belt. And there is the Orion Nebula, and that star there is Rigel."

Fitz followed her gesture. "How do you know all this?"

"I told you - I love it. I love the way I feel when it's just me and the stars." Shifting to her side to face him, she was surprised by the intensity of the way he was looking at her. "What is it?" She asked, curious as to what had prompted this gaze.

"I don't like to admit that I was wrong," he started slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, "But maybe this time I was."

"Wrong about what?" Skye's breath hitched in her throat.

Fitz smiled at her - a relaxed natural smile. And his gaze still didn't waver. "Maybe nature is beautiful after all."

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