“Oh god, no. Skye you know you can’t talk about that here, what if a student finds out?” It was still a pretty important worry for Simmons to have anyone else know about her incident with the Agent back then, she’d rather it’d be kept a secret. Her lips parted open slightly in surprise at her friend’s reaction, her every move said something quite different from her words, a clear contradiction. And obviously, body language is more reliable than verbal language. Perking her eyebrows, Jemma stood up and moved backwards enough to lay comfortably against the wall, setting her gaze onto Skye. “Oh really? What if you tell what really went down? Apparently I’m not the only terrible liar around here.”
“I didn’t get groped on the dance floor, that’s for sure,” Skye said, dryly at first, but then eased into a half-smile. “I, um. Want the SparkNotes version?” Pause, followed by more fiddling. She ran all of the possible explanations through her head, though ultimately settled for the most genuine one. Her voice was hesitant, still. “Trip’s amazing, you know? He is, and he was there and I was looking at him and, suddenly, I was terrified of losing him. More than the usual, I mean. I was terrified of what would come next, with Hydra running around, of him being gone. I don’t know how you rational people approach it, but my first instinct was to go for it. I did, it was great, then I had an epiphany because what if I had put him in that awkward ‘fuck, my colleague has feelings for me because, look at me, of course she does, and I’ll have to let her down easy’ position, and, yeah. Yeah. Haven’t really seen him since.”
Simmons looked at her friend as she held back the tears. “I don’t know Skye, I just don’t know.” The last thing she wanted to do was cry, she had done the right thing for Fitz, hadn’t she? At least she thought that was what’s best and she didn’t regret her choice that much. Actually, she did, that was the reason for which she was in Skye’s room ready to cry. After she finished talking, she focused her gaze on the brunette besides her trying to understand what was going on in her head. The girl’s lips parted open as the other began speaking, shock suddenly taking over her. No, she was not in love with Fitz, she couldn’t be. They hadn’t even, ever… No. Simmons shook her head almost immediately and stood up, beginning to pace around the room as she mumbled out in denial. “No, it’s clearly not that. Fitz and I, we’re best friend, we’re never- He doesn’t like me like that, I don’t- Shite.”
“Jemma. I could hook you up to an electric generator and this place would run off you for a month. Stop pacing.” Nodding to the spot the scientist previously used to occupy as to gently suggest she should return to it, Skye continued, “I don’t know half of the shit you know, but I know people. Feelings. Just call me the most annoying one-hit wonder of the 90s because I’m really no stranger to love. And,” she bit back a smile, “a person told me our life isn’t without it’s risks. You could’ve lost him when Jonathan groped him in front of a lot of minors, or yesterday, or you could lose him tomorrow. All the reason to go for it, to make what undetermined amount of time you have worth it. Tell him everything you’re currently in denial about. Judging by your state right now, it’s not like you could make it worse.”
