A/N: Thanks go out to Mary Margaret for the idea for this chapter - I think it turned out really well! I am sorry for the long wait, though. Exams are coming up and I'm pretty busy! I hope you enjoy =).

"I'm so glad we are doing this, Simmons," Skye commented, smiling at her friend sitting next to her on the bed.

"Me too," Simmons agreed brightly. She leaned forward and grabbed a stack of DVD cases from her bedside table. "A Knight's Tale or Titanic?"

"A Knight's Tale," replied Skye without hesitation. It was one of her favourite movies and perfect for a girl's night. As Simmons started the movie, Skye leaned back against the wall, content. It was still a new feeling for her, feeling comfortable and safe and having close friends. The thought of feeling safe made her smile slightly - it was ironic that she felt safest now that she put her life on the line on a daily basis. But it was still true.

"You ready?" Pressing play at Skye's nod, Jemma flicked the lights off and returned to her spot on the bed. The first couple of minutes passed in silence, then Simmons suddenly cried, "Speakers!"

"...what?" Skye looked at her questioningly.

"We need speakers," Jemma explained. "For my laptop - that way we can hear better."

"I can hear just fine. We don't need to worry about it." Relaxing again, Skye returned her attention to the movie.

A second passed, but then Simmons spoke again. "I really think that we should have speakers. I think there are some in the large storage closet - could you get them? I'll make popcorn."

The entreating note in her voice made Skye sigh. "Fine, I'll go get them."

"Great!" Hopping off the bed, Simmons waited for her to get up and follow her out. As they walked down the hall, she commented, "You might want to get Fitz's help, though. I'm not sure where they are."

Waving her off, Skye said, "I'll be fine. It can't be that hard."

"Suit yourself. But Fitz is down in the lab when you need him."

Skye rolled her eyes dramatically. "Got it." They parted and Skye descended the small stairs and walked down the hallway, past the lab (waving at Fitz on her way by), and into the large storage closet.

The overhead light flickered into life as she flipped the light switch, illuminating the room. It was reasonably large - about double the size of her bedroom upstairs. And really dusty. Unfortunately, her task proved to be more difficult than she had anticipated since there appeared to be no attempt at organization - stuff was piled on shelves and in stacks on the floor everywhere she looked.

"You would think that SHIELD could hire someone to clean down here," she muttered to herself as she gingerly walked around the perimeter, hoping that the speakers would just jump out at her without requiring her to actually search or touch anything.

"Skye?"

The unexpected sound made her gasp and whirl around. Fitz was standing at the entrance to the room, looking slightly confused. "Oh, Fitz. Hi."

"You're okay?" He advanced into the room, the perplexed look still on his face.

"Yeah," she replied airily, waving off his concern. "You just startled me."

"Sorry about that," he said, flashing her a sheepish grin. In completely unrelated news, Skye felt her heart start to beat faster. "Simmons told me that you needed my help with something down here, but she wouldn't tell me anything more."

"Well, actually," she started to tell him that she was fine, but her words were cut off by a boom - the heavy door swinging shut behind them. And then a click. A click that could only mean one thing.

"What the…?" Racing back towards the door, Fitz jiggled the handle a couple times. "It's locked."

Sighing, Skye run a hand through her long hair in frustration. "Simmons."

"Yeah." Fitz agreed, slumping to the floor beside the door. "Definitely Jemma."

"Well, what do we do now? How do we get out?" Skye came and sat beside him, their shoulders touching. Even the brief bit of contact was nice, although it was difficult to admit that even to herself. Difficult to admit that she might possibly be slightly attracted to Leo Fitz.

"How would I know?" He complained. "I should be perfecting my icers right now, not stuck in a closet."

Skye stood up and held out her to him. "We'll just have to find something we can work with." He took it and pulled himself up to a standing position.

"Like what, exactly?" He still sounded grumpy, but he didn't let go off her hand, so Skye knew that she would be able to persuade him to help her.

"Who knows," she shrugged, fighting to keep a smile off her face. "There's tons of junk here. Maybe you can build something to pick the lock or explode the door." The last part was meant to be teasing, but Fitz obviously took it seriously.

"I don't think that that's a good idea," he said earnestly. "I wouldn't want to blow you up as well."

"Okay, well, let's see what we have. A marble, binoculars," Skye moved to one of the shelves and started rifling through the junk, listing off what she saw. But inside, she was thinking about how Fitz had said 'you' and not 'us.' Obviously, he was concerned for her safety. Biting her lip to keep back a huge grin at the thought, she continued, "And here's a screwdriver! That could be helpful, right?"

"Sure. Maybe a sonic one could be helpful, but…"

Flashing him a puzzled look, Skye tossed the screwdriver over to him. "Just hold onto it." Glancing up at the top of the shelves, she caught a glimpse of something that resembled a blowtorch. Now we're getting somewhere useful. Coulson might kill us for burning a hole in the door, but… Putting a foot on the bottom shelf, she started to climb the tall structure.

"Skye?" Fitz sounded slightly concerned. "What are you doing exactly?"

"Climbing," she grunted. "I think I see a blowtorch."

"I really don't think that that's a good idea. Let me."

Reaching up, she felt along the top shelf blindly with her left hand. "I've almost got it." The words were barely out of her mouth when she felt the whole structure shift, just ever so slightly. Oh no. She froze, holding on with all her strength. It wasn't a long fall, but if she landed underneath the shelves… For a second, everything was still. Then, Skye felt herself falling backwards.

There was a scream. Hers, maybe?

The sound of objects crashing to the ground around her echoed around the small room.

Dust rose up, obscuring her vision.

Pain as she felt her body impact the ground.
Shaking. Not the room, though. Someone was shaking her.

"Skye? Skye, are you okay?"

It was Fitz, her scrambled brain told her.

Forcing her eyes open, she sat up slowly amidst the wreckage. "Hey," she muttered weakly, trying to smile.

Crouching next to her, Fitz shook his head, obviously concerned. "Are you hurt?"

Skye took a second to take inventory of her body, stretching her arms and legs. Everything hurt, but she felt nothing seriously wrong. "Aside from possibly becoming one massive bruise, I think I'm fine."

"You're sure?" Scooting closer, Fitz looked at her intently. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Yeah," Skye grimaced. "Sorry about that." He was only inches away from her now.

"Promise to never do something so stupid again?" The words were nearly whispered, and she could feel his breath against her face.

"Mmm...maybe? Convince me?" Skye said before she stopped to think. She saw the surprise in Fitz's eyes, but it only lasted for a brief second as he closed the distance between them and brought his lips to hers in a tender kiss. Skye melted into it, bringing her arms up around his neck. "Convinced?"

Skye laughed at the question, muttered against her lips. "I think so."

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