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So, so sorry for the delay. This ended up a whole lot longer than it was supposed to be, and then I got hit with a massive case of ‘where the hell do I go from here’ in the middle, and then I ended up having to do a massive rewrite, like on the 22nd, goddammit. You know that feeling when it’s three in the morning and you read something too many times and the words don’t make any sense anymore and you question your whole existence? Doesn’t matter. I do apologise for my tardiness.
Anyway, this is set after A Fractured House, in a blissful day before the team find out that Ward’s escaped from Senator Ward’s people, although it’s probably mostly crack, I don’t know anymore. Tried to slip in little bits of continuity, hopefully it comes across okay, hope everyone’s in character. Science in here is mostly cut from whole cloth, I’m neither a biochemist or an engineer. One animated TV show reference I hope someone gets.
Everything’s pretty platonic, I don’t write romantic, but I guess you might see Bobbi ->Simmons and Fitz/Mack, and maybe Fitz/Trip if you squint. You might see a little too much Trip (is there such a thing?), I’m still trying to get over that bloody mid-season finale, and I keep sticking him everywhere in a kind of apology. Loads of Jemma too.
Warning, one late offhand mention of Ward – characters have exactly the same attitude towards him as they do on the show. You have been warned.
Merry Christmas!
P.S. Nearly forgot, there’s one Mentalist reference in here too.
Just a little bit of Christmas fluff as we get closer to the big day. Written for aosexchange, but then not, and maybe it is again. IDK, running an exchange is stressful.
Jemma wakes up on the morning of December 23rd to find clothes piled up at the foot of her bed.
Bobbi must be back from the mission she was in Sintra. Jemma crashed at 9 o’clock last night, so it’s not a surprise that she missed her girlfriend’s return. What is a surprise is that Bobbi managed to pull so much stuff out of Jemma’s closet without waking her.
The again, Bobbi is a spy.
Jemma rubs the sleep from her eyes as she reads the note Bobbi left on top of the pile.
Breakfast first. Don’t be late. :) :) :)
Bobbi is overly fond of smiley faces. Jemma thinks it’s adorable.
written as a submission for aosexchange. happy holidays/winter to all!
oh, i wish i had a river so long, i would teach my feet to fly
Fitz shivers, hands shoved into his coat pockets for an escape from the harsh December chill while he waited for his shuttle. The winters feel colder away from home, which should seem impossible, but there’s something missing in the wind here that he just couldn’t shake.
The bus arrives almost ten minutes late, but was nearly empty; one of the benefits of making trips to the library at the crack of dawn.
The library, thankfully, is just as deserted. A sleepy student Fitz recognizes from one of his classes is slumped over their laptop, guzzling back a thermos filled with caffeine, and a small group of eager freshman flock in one corner, but other than that, Fitz is the only soul in the vicinity, and that was the way he liked it.
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in which phil coulson continues to give presents no one wants (aos ensemble)
Written for the aosexchange - AU, future, everyone is happy and healthy and such. Only explicitly Hunter/Bobbi, everything else can be read platonic.
Probably the most crack-y, fluffy, pointless thing I’ve written, but hey it’s the holidays.
Happy December 25th!
Skye bounces in her seat. “Are we there yet?”
“No.”
Skye glares at Ward, nose deep into a book. “I wasn’t talking to you.”
“Trip, please tell her – “
“Five minutes until landing,” says Trip, biting down a grin, especially when Skye practically squeals, launching herself on top of him. “Girl – “
“Right, right,” she says, buckling up her seat belt. She cranes her neck towards Ward. “Put that damn book down, Ward. Don’t pretend you’re not excited.”
Ward rolls his eyes, but lets the book sit in his lap before buckling up. There’s barely a smile on his face, hidden in a tense jaw, but Skye can see his eyes sparkling. “I never said I wasn’t,” he says, hands gripping the seat rest. “It’s been a while.”
“No time like the present,” says Skye and when Trip groans before flicking some levers, Skye grins widely. “Unintentional but very appropriate.”
"Coulson?" Skye bounded up to the couple happily strolling out of the Quinjet, their Kevlar rucksacks filled to bursting. "How did the mission go, sir?"
Coulson’s mind raced in confusion for a moment. “Oh, it went smoothly, there wasn’t a Hydra base in New York, false alarm,”
May nodded before striding out of the hanger towards the base. Coulson and Skye followed closely, but stopped when May calmly turned around and looked at Skye questioningly.
"Haven’t you been tracking Hydra while we’ve been away?" she demanded.
Coulson stared curiously down the corridor taking in the brightly decorated hallway sparkling with tinsel, holly and fairylights.
"Hydra seems to have taken time off for Christmas," Skye shrugged. "It’s not like we left the monitors unattended, the Koenigs are watching them and there’s always been a few people guarding the entrances,"
May still looked suspicious but Coulson nodded and they made their way along the corridors. Skye went off with Fitz, Mack and Hunter who passed pushing a trolley of Christmas decorations.
They walked by the kitchen, glancing inside to see Bobbi and Jemma arguing over a stack of paper, their table filled with ingredients.
"But, if we cook the turkey with this catalyst," Bobbi said, pointing to a vial of blue chemical while Jemma nervously shook her head. Coulson smiled good naturedly at Trip who was standing on a chair and attaching baubles to the ceiling and rolling his eyes at the conversation of the two biochemists.
They reached the office and opened the door.
Billy Koenig looked up from the monitors and his tablet, by the sounds of it he was playing COD.
"We have some after mission details to discuss," Coulson told him. "Thanks for running the base but I need my office back now,"
"Oh, sure," Koenig replied gathering up the tablet and his coffee. "Happy Christmas sir," he said whilst checking their lanyards as he passed.
Coulson sighed as he dropped the heavy rucksacks to the floor, casually draping his suit jacket over the back of his chair and clicking his back and neck, rolling his shoulders with an exhausted expression.
May smiled fondly at him and dropped her bags down next to his.
"Wine?" Coulson offered, going over to a safe and pulling out a bottle and two glasses.
May raised her eyebrows but accepted, taking a sip and placing her glass on the desk, before heaving a rucksack onto the desk. “What are we starting with?” she questioned then turned around in surprise as Christmas music began to play. “Slade?”
Coulson nodded. “Come on Melinda, get into the spirit!”
"No," she replied, a hint of a smile on her lips. "What are we going to wrap first?"
"I’m thinking we should start with Mack’s, it’s a tricky shape and we’ll need a lot of paper," Coulson replied, taking out a roll of sparkly gold paper from his rucksack and laying it out on the table.
Coulson and May looked around the room, feeling a sense of achievement seeing the piles of brightly decorated presents.
"Another?" he questioned and she held out her glass. After refilling his own he waited for May to take a sip of the deep red liquid and place her glass back down.
Then he reached out to grab her arms and swing her around the room.
"You know I don’t like dancing," she protested trying to pull away half-heartedly as Coulson led her swirling round the room to ‘have yourself a merry little Christmas’. Over the course of the song May loosened her stiff posture and relaxed into his touch, the dance flowing more easily as the steps memorised so many years ago flew back into their minds.
After a few minutes the song ended, changing into ‘Band Aid’ and the mood was broken, but May was smiling merrily at him, her icy demeanour practically gone and Coulson was ecstatic.
"Mince pie?" he enquired.
"Okay," May agreed and took one out of the box. They munched in companionable silence.
"This is nice," Coulson commented.
"Yes," she remarked happily, glancing at her watch. "But we still need a few more hours to finish this,"
They spent the next hours talking and laughing, reminiscing about old times, and, in the end it really did feel like old times. They even danced some more, their flowing movements soon becoming more riotous as they jumped to the more energetic ones, ‘il duce jubilo’ leaving them collapsed on the floor and giggling like teenagers, their heads spinning, something they later would both pretend was due to the wine.
Melinda glanced over at Phil, who was practically lying on her after the last dance, still sprawled out over the floor and against the wall as the clock slowly chimed three.
"Do you think they’ll be asleep yet?" she asked.
Phil nodded, heaving himself up and offering her a hand, which she accepted after a moment’s thought.
When Melinda woke the next morning it was to the weight of Phil’s head resting on her shoulder, the Santa hat he was wearing dropping down sideways in front of her face and tickling her nose. Phil had nodded off on the sofa last night at around 4am and he’d looked so exhausted she hadn’t the heart to wake him when his head had slipped sideways onto her.
She glanced at her watch, 9am - she hadn’t slept in so late for ages, and wondered if she should wake Phil when she heard voices outside. On instinct she threw his hat behind the sofa and jumped up, allowing Phil to fall face first onto the sofa and started doing tai-chi.
Skye burst into the room, carrying a chocolate snowman in one hand and trailing a stocking over her shoulder with the other. “Which one of you pretended to be Santa, AC, it was you, wasn’t it?”
Phil sat up and rubbed his nose. “What are you talking about Skye, Santa exists, neither of us pretended to be him,”
“Oh, I see, so it was both of you then?” she demanded.
Phil shook his head and Melinda continued doing Tai-chi, appearing to ignore the proceedings.
“Thank you!” she screamed, running up to Melinda and hugging her, the embrace was returned awkwardly, then she rushed over to Phil who wrapped his arms around her sleepily.
“My stocking is filled with monkeys!” Leo exclaimed happily as he walked into the room with Jemma, about to start eating a chocolate monkey.
Skye sat on the desk and opened her chocolate snowman.
“Oh but Fitz, you know chocolate for breakfast is bad for you!” Jemma said reproachfully.
“It’s Christmas Jemma!” Bobbi protested before Leo could say anything, strolling into the room with Mack and Trip, none of them carrying stockings but all of them eating the chocolate from it. Mack looked very happy with the detailed model car he was examining.
“Yes, but…”
“Who put coal in my stocking?” Lance demanded, striding into the room and looking furious.
Melinda and Phil exchanged a confused look.
“It was to get revenge for me saying all that ex-wife stuff wasn’t it?” he said frustratedly to Bobbi, who stared at him blankly. “You’re going to poison me too trying to use science to make Christmas dinner taste nicer,”
“Hunter, I had chloroform with me two weeks ago, if I wanted to poison you…”
“Where did you hide his presents?” Phil hissed to Melinda.
“I’ll give it back to him later,” she replied as the argument wound down to a friendly exchange of insults.
“Look, it’s a monkey!” Leo pointed out to interrupt their amicable, but still heated dispute. “And may I point out that this has Velcro on its hands, so theoretically it could go around your neck,” he fitted it around his neck and let it hang there, a pleased expression on his face. Jemma flicked its multicolour spotty tail.
They spent the rest of the morning chatting and watching Christmas TV and opening presents at regular intervals. The food was cooked to perfection thanks to the use of science and as Melinda and Phil smiled at each other across the table they realised that it might just be the most perfect Christmas yet.
a fitskimmons playlist for the Agents of SHIELD exchange
Army - Boy {fitz x simmons x skye}
Underdog - Imagine Dragons {fitz x skye} [early s1]
Young Blood - The Naked and Famous {fitz x simmons x skye}
I will follow you into the dark - Death Cab for Cutie {fitz x simmons} [1x22]
Death Valley - Fall Out Boy {fitz x simmons x skye}
Look after you - The Fray {simmons x skye} [1x14]
Kids - MGMT {fitz x simmons x skye}
Sins of my youth - Neon Trees {fitz x simmons x skye}
Youth - Wafia {fitz x skye} [post s1]
Team - Lorde {fitz x simmons x skye}
Time after time - Quietdrive {simmons x skye} [s2]
We are golden - Mika {fitz x simmons x skye}
Young Volcanoes - Fall Out Boy {fitz x simmons x skye}
You won’t feel a thing - The Fray {fitz x simmons} [1x13]
Looking Up - Paramore {fitz x simmons x skye}
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Title: Yes Bobbi, there is a curfew at Hogwarts.
Characters/Pairings: Simmorse, Fitz-Simmons. mentions of Skye and Ward. Also Skyeward.
Summary: Bobbi Morse is an American exchange student, newly arrived at Hogwarts. Jemma Simmons is the Ravenclaw who’s been assigned to show her around. There have been hints of romance before but it’s thanks to a curfew when they finally accept their real feelings.
Notes: I have several theories for American wizarding schools as well as how they fit into American life (like, there are at least two wizards in the secret service presidental detail and the only president to have ever been a wizard was FDR). Really though it’s a lot more free-form then Hogwarts.
—-
Jemma was nearly six feet tall with blond hair cascading down her shoulders and a devil may care attitude that stuck her squarely in Hogwarts where every boy was instantly drawn to the girl’s dorm the moment she walked downstairs. As part of inter-house unity however none of them were held to the task of escorting her, showing her classes. I think it’s prudent to demonstrate a sense of unity for our American cousins.. Professor McGonagall had already asked one of the teachers from the American school, Phil Coulson who had apparently served on the president’s security detail (and wasn’t that fascinating?) to teach transfiguration for the semester. Someone named Garrett was overseeing the Quidditch field, the school was overrun with Americans and Bobbi…
“So you’re ravenclaw huh? Wit and measure is man’s greatest treasure right?” Bobbi parked herself next to Jemma with a shrug, daring any of the other Ravenclaws to say boo. Breakfast was their first introduction.
“That’s right.” she was just so intimidating. The way the sun hit her hair, the way she walked as if every person was looking at her, “I um-well. It’s a real pleasure.”
“Tell me about it. Y’know the whole point of this semester is to make friends and uh - given the rest of my classmates.” She gestured to the majority of the American students. Tripp - who gave Simmons a friendly wave, Grant Ward, who was sitting next to Garrett and staring at Skye from Gryffindor. The problem was they were all sitting together. Apart from Ward’s cow eyes and Tripp’s friendly look in Simmons direction none of them were…mingling.
“Ward seems … interested at least.” Jemma shrugged then gestured to the boy sitting across from her,“This is Leo Fitz. We all call him Fitz.”
“I love it. Adorable.”
He grinned sheepishly, “…It’s - um. It’s…nice to meet you miss…”
“Bobbi. Bobbi please. “she sipped her coffee.
She leaned close, “…Is he okay?”
“He’s fine. Shy but fine.”
Bobbi scratched her chin, “I gotcha.”
Breakfast was interrupted by a storm of eagles, Bobbi reaching up to catch a package.
“Bald eagles? Isn’t that a bitch much?” She frowned, “…I-” Bobbi smirked as a golden eagle landed in front of her, “Oh he’s beautiful!”
“She. Say hello to Hera.”
“…Does Mr. Ward and Tripp-are those- “ Fitz blinked, “Bald eagles?”
Tripp was opening his package with a grin on his face. Ward just opened his letter, crumpled it up and threw it over his shoulder.
“Tripp’s dad is military. Grant’s dad is a US senator. Most of them use eagles.”
Simmons watched Tripp pass Ward some cookies just in time for him to push them away, wrapping his arms around his chest as Garrett put a hand on the boy’s shoulder.
“My dad’s a cop.” She offered Simmons a cookie, “Chocolate chip?”
Smart, beautiful, the way the sunlight caught her hair. Out of every new exchange student Bobbi was officially her favorite. She broke a cookie and passed it to Fitz with a grin.
——
So it was perfect, and new, and the more time she spent showing her the grounds the more Jemma realized she was reliving everything beautiful about the school. Seeing it through a fresh pair of eyes filled her heart with warmth. Rolling green hills and the squid, classrooms and the portraits. Apart from the initial creep factor (according to Bobbi, living in a castle and all that) they were settling in.
And she was coming to enjoy Bobbi’s company. Walking with her she had people asking her out for the first time since arriving at school. She turned them all down, sheepishly, tugging on her hair just in time for Bobbi to sling an arm around her shoulders.
She had to chose someone however. Bobbi’s demure denial of everyone from Lance Hunter (and how did that happen?!) to Mack was on Jemma’s mind as she finished up her charms homework. Conjure a rabbit and have it hop across the floor. Simple enough. Never mind trying for three hours, sitting in front of a crackling fire.
“This is hopeless. I’m giving up for the night-” she closed the book and started the walk toward her common room just in time to see Bobbi on the stairs to the great hall oblivious to her presence.
“Bobbi what-” Jemma would later deny she squeaked.
Bobbi didn’t say anything. Instead she slid out her wand and waved it over herself in time to fade from sight.
Maybe Americans did things differently. Maybe she didn’t really understand how house points worked. Jemma grimaced and bolted after her into the darkness.
—-
She had to admire her spirit however. She followed her all the way to the forbidden forest and stopped, hesitating amid the gloom.
“Bobbi stop.” her voice was soft, “Bobbi- Bobbi!”
The last word was shouted as the vague shape turned to look at her, “…Jemma?”
She ran back toward her, waving her wand again, “Oh god what the hell are you doing out here? You’re a freakin’ idiot you-” she glanced back at her, checking something on her wrist, “…You’re gonna get busted.”
“You’re going to get busted! There’s a curfew and you’ll lose points for your house you- I don’t want you to get in trouble Bobbi. “
“…I’m not gonna get in trouble.”
“Sure of that are you?” her eyes went wide, “Because there’s something behind you…”
Bobbi blinked, “Big? Scary?”
It’s shape was vaguely humanoid, looming large through the forest. Jemma managed a nod, pulling out her wand, “There are spiders in there.”
“Stay behind me, you-” she checked her watch, “Damn it. Ward!”
The shape resolved itself into a teenage boy carrying a package under his arm with blood dripping from a cut into his eye, “…There’s gotta be an easier way to get into the village.”
“You went to the village!”
“I told you to apparate.”
“You can apparate?!”
The two Americans looked back at her, “…Don’t tell Coulson. Garrett taught all of us to do it. We just had to get off the grounds and there’s a barrier line apparently in the forest.”
“That’s after I fell into a brook and nearly broke my ankle.” He groaned.
“You’re trying to sneak out, breaking all of our rules, and for what- a trip to Hogsmeade?! what could you possibly be out there doing?”
“Look lady, calm down…”
“No I will not calm down! I want to- oh Bobbi you’re so perfect I knew, I just knew you had a darkside and now that I see it…”
Bobbi and Grant exchanged glances, looking angry and sad and ashamed all at once. Ward scratched the back of his neck.
“So there goes all of our secret plans.” Bobbi sighed, “So I guess you’ll say no to the fudge right?”
Simmons blinked, “w-what?”
“How the hell else do you get candy? You did pay didn’t you Ward?”
“I’m not stupid. British money too.”
“…What is this?” Ward removed fudge from the sack, offering it to Bobbi who shrugged and looked ashamed, “…I was going to ask you to the Yule ball Simmons.”
“Wh-you ask me?”
“don’t you guys do that here?”
“Lollipops for Tripp, Fudge for you, and for me - every flavored beans and a stuffed Hippogriff. My brother sent it to me.”
“…You have a stuffed hippogriff? You-”
“It’s not for me!”
Jemma put a hand to her head, “…Skye.”
“He was going to ask her. Tripp’s asking some girl your pal Fitz introduced him to. And I was…going to ask you.” Bobbi held out the fudge, “…Although I understand if you have morals and scruples. Or if…your morals and scruples differ from ours.”
“Not a lot of people like us.” Grant lowered his head, “I ended up sorted into Slytherin and I’m-used to being disliked. Just not…that much.”
Jemma frowned, “…I just didn’t want you to get in trouble Bobbi. You move about with such freedom, the thought of people…placing restrictions on you…” She twisted her hands, glaring at them before stalking back towards the castle.
——
Bobbi ignored her for two days, just in time for her to come upon Grant and Skye. Skye was hugging the Hippogriff, which she promptly abandoned in favor of hugging Ward who looked happy for the first time since she’d seen him. The two held each other in the sunlight.
“…Guess he did it.”
Jemma blinked, “Where’d you come from?” she’d just appeared, “Did you use that invisibility spell?”
“My dad taught it to me. It’s taught to all cops by our AMA. American Magical Agency? Same people Professor Coulson worked for.”
She lowered her head, “…You still mad at me?”
“I can’t stand the thought of you in trouble Bobbi.” Jemma crossed her arms, “That’s all there is to it. You have to promise to never do anything like that again or at least-” she shrugged, “at least tell me.”
“In case there’s a next time?”
“In case there’s a next time.”
“Because there’s a chance there’ll be a next time?”
Bobbi grinned broadly and Jemma grinned right back, “So…what color will you be wearing to the Yule ball? So we can match?”
“ I have a black and white dress. “
“I think that’d look great. I wear blue. Usually. This is my first year with a date though.”
“I can’t wait to see it. I think you’ll look beautiful.”
——
Ward wore green and silver, Skye wearing red and gold and twirling across the dance floor. Bobbi and Jemma led the dancing. And none of them ever broke curfew again - unless the occasion called for it.
The gang were at the base in the lounge room decorating the Christmas tree and the whole room. Bobbi and Jemma were putting tinsel on it and Mack and Fitz were putting baubles on it. Skye and May were putting up a dancing santa, reef and other Christmas items. Coulson put on some Christmas music and put gifts under the tree. Trip and Hunter were putting up mistletoe and a Christmas garland. Merry Christmas Everyone was now playing through the stereo as they decorated the lounge room. Coulson wouldn’t let them decorate any other room, but Trip and Hunter put up mistletoe all over the base anyway. A few hours later and they were putting the finishing touches on the tree, Christmas crackers and chocolate money. Once they had finished decorating the lounge room, it was time for Christmas dinner, a great big turkey with potatoes and veg. They all gathered round the big table and pulled Christmas crackers so they all had hats and dug in. They enjoyed light conversation with the Christmas music as a background noise. There was a lot of laughter between them all and Hunter decided not to complain about Bobbi today, as it was Christmas. After dinner they all moved back to the lounge room, Bobbi and Jemma curled up on the couch, with Skye next to them, Fitz and Mack sat together on the chair with Fitz on Mack’s lap, May sat on the other chair and Trip and Hunter sat on the floor. Coulson passed out the presents and they started opening them. Jemma got new science beakers and microscope, Bobbi got a leather jacket, Skye got a new laptop, May got a new phone after hers had broke on a mission, Coulson got an expensive watch, Mack got new tools, Fitz got new science gadgets , Trip got a new music player and beats headphones and Hunter got a anger management for dummies book and a snowboard. Once they had all opened their presents, they put on A Christmas Carol with Jim Carey in it and settled in for the hour or so. After the film they all, except Coulson and May, went outside to have a huge snowball fight, build snowmen and make snow angels.
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"Don't worry, Doctor Simmons. I know how to make you comply," Doctor Whitehall says, and Jemma feels a prickle of panic run down her spine. They know she's loyal to SHIELD. They know she's betrayed HYDRA. They know.
And now she's going to pay the price for it.