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“Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind. And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
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She’s just trying to outshine me with her dress. Every time!
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“Erm…don’t worry about it! It’s not a big fire?” Just a failed experiment in their back garden.
“Oh, good lord...” Jemma breathed, pinching the bridge of her nose before pulling aside the lace curtain covering the window of the back door to peek outside, groaning when she spotted the flames. Opening the door, she trudged outside, looking on in disapproval.
“Oh, Fitz! I just planted those petunias! Now you’ve gone and... and torched them.” Huffing, she shook her head, glancing around. “What were you trying to do, exactly?"
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“I want nothing to do with them!”
“Strange, we seem to keep doing this”
“We really aught to try to remedy it. As good as you are, shagging and then sleeping on the floor every time is going to cost me a rather hefty chiropractor bill.”
Angel was gazing around the airplane, looking at all the cool things they had about. She stood and wandered to the window. They hadn’t taken off yet, but they were so high up, just on the plane alone. “Hiding, you could call it. Most of the time we- I, I was in plain sight. The people after me weren’t very good at finding people. You are a special case.” she said quietly, then perked up when the plane started rumbling.
“I guess we’re leaving,” Jemma mused when she felt the plane rumble beneath them, as well, offering Angel her hand. “Come on; we should go find a place to strap in until we’re airborne.”
She wasn’t sure if it was entirely necessary for Angel to fasten a seatbelt, given she could fly, but it still seemed like an appropriate safety measure to take just the same.
“I’m not even sure what I would ask for.”
“Oh, come on now. There must be something. If you could have anything, anything at all in the world, what would you wish for?”
If Fitz had a ruler on him, he’d have made the fourths even more precise than he already was, using his wand as a measuring device. “Alrighty, there you go. Four near-precise quarters of a ginger root.” He slid the mortar and pestle towards himself and began grinding it up, resisting the urge to take a nibble. “I’ would be a lot easier if we could go to the same common room. But nooo, I’m not allowed in Hufflepuff an’ you’re not allowed in Gryffindor.”
“I don’t think anyone would object to you visiting me at the Hufflepuff common room...” Jemma stated, offering Fitz a small grin. “You just need to get better at remembering the correct knock to be allowed in, unless you enjoy being doused in vinegar... As for Gryffindor, that’s your call, not mine.”
Taking the ginger root, she added a quarter of it to their cauldron, sprinkling some of her flower pieces in as well.
Hiding in Hydra
“If I was Hydra, I wouldn’t have had this conversation with you.” Mal pointed out. “I may not be workin’ for SHIELD right now, an’ I may not be the biggest fan of ‘em, but my issue is with their method, it ain’t their goal.” He explained. He’d worked for SHIELD in the past, but not since his first child was born. After that he’d gone to contract work for them, and several other agencies.
“But if you’re not really Hydra, and you’re not directly affiliated with SHIELD...” Lowering her voice, Jemma leaned a bit closer, trying to understand without getting them caught in the process, “Why are you infiltrating Hydra...? And what do you need me for?”
If there was one thing Rene hated, it was the feeling of cold. There was no doubt about it–this apparent boy was shivering from head to toe, teeth chattering, and one might think the very fluid of his eyes had frozen; he scarcely blink without a sting to his eyes. Numb and pale lips finally managed to form three words amid a trembling whisper.
“I found you.”
Rushing forward to help the boy, Jemma quickly shrugged off her sweater, wrapping it around him. He looked absolutely frozen to the bone; what would someone, much less a child, be doing wandering around the Scottish highlands in the middle of the worst snowstorm since the 1970s?
She’d been about to lead him inside the cottage and out of the wind when his words made her stop, furrowing her brow and looking down at him.
“You found me...?”
“Jemma!” she heard Fitz calling from the door a few feet behind them, “Are you out of your mind? Get in here! It’s freezing!”
Holding up a hand to silence her boyfriend, Jemma rubbed the boy’s arms, hoping to get some answers out of him. Yes, he was only a child, but he was a child who, for some reason, had been looking for her, and she learned years ago to always be wary of anyone who sought her out.
“Why were you looking for me?” she asked him gently, “Do you know who I am?”
“Alright, alright, I’m hurrying.” He flashed her a wider smile before turning around to start toward the door. The sooner he found everything to make lunch and made it back to her office, the sooner he could eat and the sooner they could work out more details of their Christmas plans – or he could stay quiet while she worked on the paperwork she had to fill out, whichever she preferred. He could still pretend to be tired from his “vision” if that’s what the afternoon called for.
“Good boy,” Jemma teased him as he walked out of the morgue, lifting her gaze just long enough to watch him go before returning her gaze to her work. Was it wrong to fancy Leo, just a little...? He was her best friend, but he was also charming, and funny, and incredibly handsome - plus, she’d heard from more than one source, including her mother, how good Scots could be in bed, and she hadn’t been with anyone in eons.
Yes, it was wrong. It was most definitely wrong. Not only were they best friends, they were coworkers. To pursue anything romantic with Leo Fitz would be madness. Yet, she found herself thinking about it more and more as of late, be it because of all the mistletoe everywhere or because her mother had been pestering her about her love life yet again.
She couldn’t go there with her best friend. But, oh, how she wanted to...
Begin Again
Offering up as much of a smile as he could, Fitz gave a small shake of his head and lifted his hand up to her cheek, gently brushing his thumb over her skin. Just having her close again was more of a relief than he ever would have expected, and the fact that they were safe and had a plan to stay that way only felt that much better.
“I’m still a useful space heater? At least I know I’m useful for something.”
“You’re always useful...” Jemma responded softly, burrowing into Leo’s arms, refusing to be the first to get up even though they should have left this place ages ago; she was just so comfortable, and she hadn’t felt this way in such a long time... She wanted to soak it all in while she could.
Turning almost all the way around in his seat, Leo let himself smile and actually relax. They had a plan, and so long as they stuck to it, the entire day should actually go fairly smoothly – well, compared to how things went they were trying to leave the house that morning.
“Don’t forget, we’re walking home later – and if you behave, we might be able to make a stop for ice cream.”
“We could never forget about ice cream, Daddy,” Skye declared and Jemma giggled quietly, watching as the two of them climbed out and waved before hurrying up the path to the school, making sure they hadn’t forgotten anything before pulling back into the street, heading toward the middle school so she could drop off both Phillip and Leo before taking Lizzy to her favourite aunt’s house.
“We don’t need to make any other stops, do we, love?”
“Well they make you look good………….though you don’t need shoes for that.”
“You really think so?”
“I…” Fitz trailed off slowly, giving a small shake of his head while refusing to pull his eyes away from her. He should be trying to speak, but his mouth had gone dry before he could do so much as take a proper breath, let alone form words. Until he was able to inhale again, at least. “I mean… I could… I could probably survive a bit of… torture…”
“Well, I suppose you’ll just have to prove it then, won’t you?” Jemma asked, smirking as she ducked into the bathroom, waiting to see if he planned to follow while she began to sing again.
“Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful... Since we’ve no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...”
So Let Us Melt and Make No Noise || Childhood Sweethearts
He let her pull him down onto the bed with her, stubbornly refusing to make another sound even when she spoke again. With his eyes tightly closed, it was easier to pretend that they were just spending part of a day together, like they didn’t have other plans until only the day before when everything went very wrong. It only took a few moments of acknowledging that things were bad before Leo broke, trying to hold onto her as tightly as possible while unwelcome tears started to fall.
Letting Leo cling to her tightly, Jemma ran her fingers gently through his hair, squeezing her eyes shut when she heard him break down. This wasn’t how today was supposed to go, at all... They were supposed to go for ice cream, and then go and watch a movie of Leo’s choosing before coming home for birthday cake and presents. Now his father would never be coming home. Jemma desperately wanted to cry, as well, but she couldn’t let herself. Someone needed to stay strong for Leo, and that person was going to be her.
“I’m right here...” she whispered soothingly, kissing his forehead again, “I’m not going anywhere, I promise...”
