I don't really like this ending but yeah.

I also started writing something new, that I will hopefully be putting up in the next week or so :)

"Why are we landing?" Skye frowned, looking out the window of the Bus.

"We are spending the foreseeable future at the Playground. You were there when we were told." Simmons tilted her head back against Skye's lap to look up at her.

"I was?"

"Mm. You were busy with your laptop, though." Simmons murmured, turning her eyes back to the book she was reading.

"Why are we going to the Playground?"

"Coulson figured there was no point in us being in the air when we don't have a mission. He also has to talk through stuff with Hill."

Skye nodded, averting her eyes back out the window. This was always something she loved doing, no matter the situation they were in, looking out the windows at sunset.

When they landed Billy was there waiting for them as always but, this time, agent Hill was also waiting for them, walking past the team to lead Coulson away, Fitz, Trip and Skye's eyes following her as she went.

"You boys are perverts." Simmons shook her head, seemingly not noticing that Skye was also starting at Hill.

"Yeah, disgusting, boys." Skye tutted, grinning when Fitz gawped at her, having obviously noticed that Skye was also staring.

"Boys you are bunking together and so are you girls." May said.

"So you and Coulson are bunk buddies?" Skye teased.

"We get her own room." May raised her eyebrow, looking somewhat smug as she walked away.

"I will show you to your bunks. This way."

Skye moved to pick up her bag but Simmons beat her to it.

"Simmons, what are you..."

"You are hurt. I will carry your bag."

Skye tutted, grabbing the handle of her bag and tried to take it back but Simmons didn't let go. "Would you-" Skye pulled at the bag again, this Simmons let go, pouting a little. "Thank you. It was sweet but I'm not an invalid."

"I know you're not."

"Ok, girls, this if your room." Billy opened the door for them before leading Fitz and Trip down the hallway.

"I forgot rooms are usually larger than a coffin." Skye muttered, looking around the room. It wasn't exactly larger, maybe twice as big a the Bus' bunks.

Skye dropped her bag on the floor, looking at the bunk beds before turning to Simmons with a grin in her face, it didn't take Simmons long to figure out the words that were about to come out of Skye's mouth.

"Top or bottom?"

Simmons rolled her eyes, walking towards the bed before Skye could catch the smile on her face. "Bottom."

"Figures." Skye dug her laptop out of her bag, having more use of her other arm without pain, since it had been five days since it happened.

"You are using that arm a lot better." Simmons commented as she say down on the bed.

"I've been telling you for the past day or so that it's better, I can move it without pain."

"Come over here."

Skye obliged, sliding her laptop onto her own bed before looking down at Simmons.

"Kneel."

"Bossy." Skye grumbled, kneeling down in front of Simmons.

Simmons placed her hand on Skye's shoulder and ordered her to rotate her shoulder, nodding approvingly. "I think you're good to take this off."

"And you said a week." Skye huffed playfully, moving her head to the side to allow Simmons to unbuckle her sling, a better one that Simmons had initially set her up with.

"If it starts to hurt again you need to tell me." Simmons warned, bracing Skye's arm as she removed the sling.

"Pinky promise." Skye swore, rather childishly.

"Did you know the pink promise originated in China where they would snap a person pinky if they broke their promise?" Simmons looked up at Skye as she rotated the girls arm.

"You aren't gonna snap my pinky, are you?"

"As long as you don't break your promise." Simmons smiled down at Skye, releasing her arm and lying back on her bed.

"What did you like to do in your free time? You know, before shield?" Skye asked, folding her arms on Simmons' bed and resting her chin on her forearm.

"I didn't really have any free time." Simmons let her head fall to the side to look at Skye, clasping her hands over her stomach. "I was a student, I either had class or was studying."

"There must have been something you enjoyed doing?" Skye lightly hit Simmons' hip and, at first, Simmons didn't know what she wanted but when Skye nudged her head she understood and moved over, allowing Skye to climb up onto the bed beside her. "I know you like to read, and anything science related, but what else?"

"My parents used to take me skiing in Italy when I was a kid. That was fun."

"Not what I was expecting."

Simmons hummed, turning on her side to face Skye. "What about you?"

"I couldn't really afford to have a hobby. I did like opening things up, though."

"Is that an innuendo?" Simmons narrows her eyes at Skye who flips onto her stomach, resting her head on her crossed arms.

"No, don't be so dirty minded, Simmons." Simmons can't see Skye's mouth but she knows she's grinning. "I meant like laptops and stuff. I used to fix laptops and phones to get money to buy food before I ended up tangled up with all you guys."

"You say that like its a bad thing,"

"Maybe it is. Maybe you guys have completely ruined my life." Skye peeked at Simmons over her arms.

"Yeah right," Simmons scoffed. "If you weren't here you would be in prison."

Skye shoulders shook with laughter. "Probably. That or dead."

"You think so?"

"Yeah. There was a lot of people who wanted me dead back them, think about how many people I would've pissed off between then and now."

"A lot. You seem to have a real nack for that."

"What do you think you would be doing if you weren't with shield?"

"Probably something similar to what I'm doing now. But with less aliens and life threatening situations."

"But that would be boring."

"Yeah," Simmons agreed, combing her mouth with her hand as she yawned.

"I'll let you sleep."

"I'm not all that tried."

"Getting up at stupid o'clock must be exhausting." Skye leant up on her elbows, leaning over to kiss Simmons on the cheek and rolling off the bed before Simmons could react. "G'night."

Skye climbed up onto the top bunk, sitting cross legged against the bars that were against the wall and opened up her laptop.

"Good night, Skye." Simmons whispered a few seconds later, clapping her hands twice causing the lights to shut off.

"Hey, I always wanted lights like these when I was a kid." Skye grinned, looking up at the dangling lightbulb and clapped her hands to turn then on, then off, then on again.

"Skye, you are going to break them."

"Right, sorry." Skye muttered, a little embarrassed, clapping her hands one final time to turn the lights off. "Start training again tomorrow?"

"Ok. Good night." Simmons murmured quietly, pulling the covers up to her chin.

Skye was started awake by a loud bang followed by the door reopening and Simmons' hushed whispers.

"Fitz, I told you not to slam the bloody door. Skye is still asleep." Simmons scolded before closing the door again.

"What's all the banging?" Skye grumbled, pulling the covers up over her head.

"Sorry, that was Fitz." Simmons replied sheepishly.

"And what's he grumpy about?"

"They aren't allowing us in the lab right now. I don't know what to do with myself."

"Come up and sleep with me." Skye murmured sleepily

"I'm sorry?" Simmons squeaked, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

"Don't get excited, Romeo. I meant sleep in. Sleep past eight am for the first time in your life, Simmons." Skye didn't turn to face Simmons, instead throwing the covers off herself.

"Are you wearing bottoms?"

"No but I have underwear on." Skye huffed against her pillow. "Come on, Simmons, don't be all coy about it."

"Fine," Simmons took off her zipped and climbed up the metal ladder to the top bunk.

Skye turned around to face Simmons was she laid down beside her, opening one eye and smiling at Simmons. "When was the last time you slept past eight am?"

"I can't remember." Simmons whispered back, tucking her hands under head head. She would normally sleep with her legs bent but if she tried to do that now, even the tiniest bit, her legs would touch Skye's.

"Then try and do so today, it makes you feel great." Skye said, her eyes fluttered closed.

Simmons turned on her other side, her back facing Skye.

Skye moved a little closer to Simmons, resting her forehead against her back and hiding her face in between Simmons' back and the mattress. "Why is this place so cold?"

"Beats me." Simmons answered, though she knew Skye probably didn't want one.

When Skye woke up for the second time that day she was feeling much more refreshed and warmer.

Skye frowned, removing her face from against Simmons' arm and looking up at the Brit, a lazy smile stretching across her lips. "Well, isn't this a pretty sight to wake up to."

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

"Mm, no." Skye murmured, her voice horse with sleep, as she let her head fall against Simmons' shoulder. "What was I saying?"

"Something about Fitz."

"Fitting, since I was having a very good sex dream about him."

"What?" Skye laughed at how Simmons' voice had jumped up a few octaves.

"I'm kidding, weirdo." Skye chortled, pushing herself up onto her elbows, running her hand lazily through her tangled hair. "Did you sleep at all?"

"No, I couldn't."

"So you just laid there and watched me sleep. Dude, that's creepy."

"Well, you are pretty when you're asleep."

"Are you saying I'm not pretty any other time?" Skye gasping in mock offense.

"You are beautiful but when you're awake you talk all the time, you don't do it as much in your sleep."

Skye chuckled, rolling her eyes at Simmons' playful jab.

Simmons smiled, her hands seemingly developing a mind if their own and reaching up to untangle Skye's hair.

Skye closed her eyes briefly, leaning against Simmons' hand.

"You really are beautiful." Simmons whispers so quietly that Skye just barely caught it and opened her eyes.

"Says you, the prettiest girl that I've ever seen."

"Including Agent Hill."

Skye smiled sheepishly. "You saw that, huh?"

"You weren't exactly discreet about it."

"Well, to answer your question, yes, I do think you are prettier than Agent Hill."

Simmons smiled up at Skye, her eyebrows creasing slightly because she was sure Skye was moving closer to her. Her eyes crossed as Skye brushed her nose tentatively against hers before allowing them to flutter closed.

"Is this ok?"

"Yes."

Skye nodded a little and was about to bridge the tiny gap between their lips when-

"Jem, they are letting us in the..."

Simmons shot up, seemingly forgetting that Skye was hovering over her and headbutted her right on the forehead.

"Fuck, Jemma," Skye groaned, falling back against the pillow and pressing her palm against her forehead. "Have you developed a thing recently where you like to cause me bodily harm?"

"Oh my god, I am so sorry." Simmons quickly grabbed Skye's wrist and pulled it away to get a look at her forehead that was now sporting a red mark.

"You've been saying that a lot recently."

"Uh, Jemma."

"What, Fitz?" Simmons asked in annoyance.

"They're letting us into the lab now."

Simmons drew her eye from Fitz to Skye who had gone back to rubbing her forehead.

"Go. I'm going to take a look around, anyway. Maybe annoy Billy or something."

"Ok," Simmons nodded, pulling Skye's hand away again but this time leant over and placed a lingering kiss on the forming bruise. "I'm sorry."

"It's whatever," Skye shook her head, grinning half bashfully half giddily. "Go and do whatever it is you're planning on doing."

Simmons nodded, climbing down the ladder before turning back to look at Skye. "Maybe we can train later today? After dinner perhaps."

"Sure. Like I said, I'm not doing anything overly exciting today so just whenever you're ready."

Simmons nodded, smiling quickly at Skye before leaving with Fitz.

"Were you two..."

"Don't, Fitz."

"But I'm sure you guys were..."

"Stop."

"But..."

"Fitz," Simmons snapped, glaring back at the boy. "I don't know what it was, ok? Just stay quiet about it."

"My lips are sealed," Fitz assured, pretending to lock his lips. "Unlike yours."

Simmons tutted, rolling her eyes as she spun on her heels and marched off towards the lab.

"What are these monitors for?" Skye asked, pointing up to the row of monitors that were showing a live feed of a hallway Skye hadn't seen at the playground.

"That's one of the new secret bases." Billy answered in a monotone voice, his head perched on his fist as he stared down at the paperwork her was doing.

"Where is it?"

"Do you not understand the meaning of the word secret?" Billy huffed, looking up just Simmons walked in. "I hope you are here to save me from her."

Skye turned her head when she heard Billy speak, smiling when her eyes landed on Simmons. "Oh, hey, did you know we have new secret bases?"

"I didn't, no."

"Mm," Skye nodded, turning back to the screens and swinging her legs slightly from her seat on Billy's desk. "Don't know where they are, right enough. They're secret."

"It's kind of in the name, Skye." Simmons smiled affectionately, leaning her shoulder against the door frame.

"Yeah, but we are, like, high up, aren't we? Surely we should know."

"In due time, agent Skye." Billy promised, looking up at Simmons. "Take her away, please. She has been in here for the past two and a half hours. Does she ever stop talking?"

"Not even in her sleep." Simmons grinned up at Skye, nudging her head in the direction of the hallway. "You want to start?"

"Oh, yeah." Skye hopped off the desk, smiling down at Billy. "I will be back later, buddy."

Skye followed Simmons out of the room, laughing when Billy's office door close and there was a clicking of metal against metal like it had been locked. "He loves me."

"I don't think he does."

"It's deep down. Probably way, way deep down but it's there."

"And I'm sure the reason he wanted rid of you was because he felt selfie for taking up so much of your time which meant you couldn't share your brilliance with the world."

"Exactly." Skye said, realizing she was follow Simmons to god knows where. "Where are we going?"

"I found this training room. It has padded floors."

"Oh, we need a gun."

"There are practice ones down there."

Skye followed Simmons through the hallways and down some stairs until they reached a large, spacious room with anything you would ever need to train someone.

"Grab a gun and we will get started." Skye said, standing in the middle of the floor and waiting for Simmons to come back with a gun.

"Ok, point it at me." Simmons did as she was told and Skye explained what she had to do, going through that motions as she did so. "You got it?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Skye took the gun from Simmons and pointed it at her. "Try not to hurt me in some way."

Simmons rolled her eyes and done as Skye had previously showed her, gripping onto the wrist of the hand that was holding the gun, twisting it and spinning into Skye until her back was against the hackers front.

Skye smiled when the gun dropped into Simmons' hand. "Good."

"Good?" Simmons smiled proudly up at Skye leaning back slightly against her.

"Very good." Skye whispered and she could feel Simmons' hands loosen on her arm, if Skye had any kind of brain function right now and could focus in anything but the fact that Jemma was looking at her with hooded eyes, she would take Simmons down.

Before Skye could make herself do anything Simmons pushed herself up on her toes, giving Skye a quick kiss on the lips.

Skye blinked a few times, making sure she wanted actually dreaming before shaking her head, bringing her hand up to hold onto Simmons' chin. "You shouldn't do that out on the field." Was all she said before leaning down, pulling Simmons' chin up a little to angle her head better and kissed her.

"I figured." Simmons shoots back as she turns around to face Skye, her arms winding around her neck, Skye's settling around Simmons' waist.

"You know," Skye mutters between kisses. "Unless they're really cute."

"I like you." Simmons said as she pulled back, a little breathless.

"I figured." Skye mimics Simmons' previous words with a little grin playing on her lips. "I like you, too."

"Good. I was worried."

Skye raised her eyebrows, like that fact that Simmons honestly though Skye didn't like her back was crazy, and it kind of was. "Really? I haven't been blatantly obvious?"

"I thought you were just a natural flirt?"

"God, no. I'm a better flirt than you, right enough." Skye grinned, moving her hand up to tangle in the hair on the back of Simmons' neck and pulling slightly to guid Simmons in for another kiss and Simmons happily obliged, pushing herself up onto her tiptoes to connect their lips.

"I can definitely get used to that." Simmons breathed against Skye's lips, bracing herself by holding onto Skye's shoulders.

"How about we watch a midnight movie tonight? I will let you cash in on getting to picking the movie."

"Like a date?"

"Like a date." Skye confirmed. "Well, the closest we can get to a date in here, anyway. It won't be the most romantic date in the world but..."

"I don't care."

Skye nodded, ducking her head to quickly kiss Jemma before pulling back with a grin on her lips. "You wanna keep going? Or will you not be able to control yourself around me now?"

Simmons rolled her eyes as she took a step away from Skye. "I think I can control myself."

"If you say so," Skye caught the gun when Simmons threw it at her, getting ready to go again.

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Skye already had everything set up and was sprawled out on Jemma's bed typing away on her laptop when Jemma finally finished whatever experiments Coulson had her and Fitz doing and came back to their room.

"Finally."

"Couldn't function without me?" Jemma teased, kicking off her shoes and lying down on the bed, shuffling against Skye when the hacker opened up her arms.

"Mmhm." Skye hummed, pressing her nose against Jemma's temple. "What movie do you want on?"

"Harry potter."

"Mm, good choice." Skye quickly pecked Jemma on the cheek before turning back to her laptop and pulling up the movie.

Skye fixed the laptop on her stomach and wrapping one arm around Jemma's shoulder who moved as close to Skye as possible without knocking off the laptop, throwing one leg over both of Skye's and resting her head against the hackers shoulder.