Here's Part 11 (ch19 of By My Side) of The Flying Haggis: Fitzsimmons' Adventures in the Campervan of Awesome. A moment between Skye and her scientists.

"Simmons?" Skye called through the scientist's bunk door. "Are you in there?"

After a pause, Skye heard a distinct, "Mmph."

"Is Fitz in there too?" Skye called a little louder.

The bunk door shot open with an impressive force and Jemma, still bleary eyed and pyjama-clad gave Skye a distinctly unimpressed look. She suddenly yelled, loud enough for the rest of the plane to hear, "Fitz? Why on earth would Fitz be in my bunk, Skye? Are you losing your mind?" And then yanked Skye inside and slammed the bunk door closed again.

Once safely closed in, Skye copped the full force of Jemma Simmons' early morning pre-tea glare.

"Is it really necessary, Skye, to imply that you'd expect to find Fitz in my bunk?" she inquired archly.

"Sheesh! Settle down, Simmons," Skye shot back. "I only asked because last time I knocked, he was here."

Jemma calmed down. "Alright," she replied. "Sorry, it's just that I wouldn't want anyone to think that anything untoward was going on in here."

"It's ok," Skye shrugged. "But as far as I'm concerned, you guys could be hanging out all night all the time. It wouldn't bother me."

"We did used to do it a lot more," Simmons admitted. "But that was before… you know, before…"

"Before Ward?" Skye asked bluntly.

"Mmm," she agreed absentmindedly. "We were just friends then."

"Simmons?" Skye stared at her intently. "Is there anything I'm missing here? Aren't you still just friends?"

Jemma gave a high-pitched laugh. "Of course we are, Skye!" she cried, with almost enough conviction to convince herself. "I just meant, things were different after…"

"It's ok," Skye encouraged. "We can say his name. Remember Voldemort?"

Jemma nodded. "Ward," she whispered menacingly. "Sorry, Skye. I haven't even asked you how you're going with that whole thing. Did you want to talk about it?"

"Did you?" Skye asked. "I doubt if any of us want to even be reminded that the guy exists! Anyway, let's wait til I'm on my own in the middle of a desert with a set of dwarf comms and the free range to blow the lid off the Richter Scale, shall we?" Skye grimaced. "Then I can tell you all about it."

Jemma managed a sad laugh.

"Anyway, doesn't look like you'll have to wait too long for that little chat. Mack said The Haggis is almost ready to go."

"Yes, I think Coulson said The Bus is scheduled to touch down in Chile on Wednesday."

"Look, Simmons," Skye said, looking earnestly at her friend. "I just wanted to say, to you and to Fitz, that I'm really grateful for all of this hard work you've been doing for me." She reached over and grabbed Jemma's hand. "I'm pretty terrified about all this you know, but Coulson insists we need to know what we're dealing with."

Jemma nodded sympathetically, placing her hand on top of Skye's. "I think he's probably right."

"I know," she sighed. "But it helps a lot to know that I'll have you and Fitz looking after me. Thank you."

"Of course, Skye," she replied. "Fitz and I would do anything for you."

"Even cook, I hear!" Skye laughed, suddenly eager to lighten the mood. "Is Fitz really in charge of catering?"

Jemma grinned. "He's an excellent cook, you know, if sometimes a bit particular about how things should be done."

"Fitz? Particular?" Skye feigned incredulity. "Surely not."

"Prepare yourself," Jemma warned good-humouredly. "He'll no doubt engage you as his kitchen hand now and again, and woe betide you if you don't chop the carrots to his unique specifications!"

"Now you've got me worried!" Skye giggled. "Will he be wearing some sort of special apron?"

Jemma smirked. "Only if he can decide which one to take out of his highly-prized collection of Scottish-themed numbers."

"I dread to think!" Skye replied. "And will you two be ok?" she asked gently. "You know, when I'm out of action? It's a long time to spend one-on-one if things are awkward between you."

Jemma paused thoughtfully. "You know, a month or two ago, I might have been petrified of all that time alone with Fitz." She smiled to herself. "But now, I'm quite looking forward to it. He is my oldest and dearest friend in the world, you know."

Skye smiled back. "And I for one am thankful. You guys make quite a team."

There was another knock at the door, and on gaining Jemma's permission, the door slid open to reveal Fitz holding a cup of tea.

"Aww, look, Simmons!" Jemma cried. "Fitz is bringing you a cup of tea in bed!"

Fitz's face flushed. "Sorry. Bad time?"

"Great time," Skye contradicted him, taking the tea out of his hands and handing it to Jemma. "Has he been doing this every morning?" she asked.

Jemma nodded, smiling warmly up at Fitz. "Every morning since we re-established our tea habit." She drank deeply from the teacup and sighed contentedly. "Fitz's tea is what gets me out of bed in the morning, just like in the old days back at Sci-Tech."

"You're a good man, Fitz," Skye declared. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

"A-alright," Fitz stammered, still distinctly pink. "I won't. Thank you, Skye."

"Skye was just here to thank us for the work we've been doing to prepare for this mission," Jemma explained.

"Really?" Fitz asked. "That's nice. But it's nothing, honestly."

"We're just doing our job," Jemma added.

"And we really enjoy our work," Fitz concluded, while Jemma nodded in agreement.

"You've got that split-sentence thing going again, you realise?" Skye pointed out. "It's adorable. You two are going to provide my light relief for the next month."

Fitz looked unimpressed. "Along with a few other key services."

"She knows, Fitz," Jemma reminded him. "That's why she's here thanking us."

"Right," he managed a slight smile.

Jemma drained her teacup and clambered out of bed. "I should probably get ready to face the day," she yawned, standing on her tiptoes and stretching her arms as far as she could reach.

"Me too," said Skye, "but before I go, bring it in here." And she threw an arm around Simmons and an arm around Fitz and yanked them both into a fierce embrace. As prickly as he had been to find Skye in the way of his early morning moment with Jemma, Fitz immediately softened and warmly returned Skye's hug, as did Simmons.

"Well," Skye reflected, releasing them. "I guess if I have to be stuck with some chemical-sleep-enforcing scientific researchers who are going to take me to the brink of my emotional and physical limits, I'm glad it's gonna be you guys."