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“Get off my plane” she said. Her voice wasn’t angry or menacing, having no real inflection of any kind. Her expression betrayed no emotion either. Her eyes, though, were flat, black and murderous. They stated for her unequivocally that to argue or disobey was to court peril, dire distress and possibly a heinous death. No one argued with Melinda May.
She threw the keys to the suburban assault vehicle to Ward without so much as glancing at him. “Be out of here by six.” He knew an order when he heard it.
Looking at Skye she said, “No drinking, no rough housing for you. You are recovering and I’m not bailing anyone out of jail.” Skye snickered, thinking to herself that the cops couldn’t catch her with her new, super, secret agent skills. She didn’t get caught before, she surely wasn’t getting busted for anything now.
Then she dead stared FitzSimmons. “I have work to do, I don’t need interruptions.” Of course, the science babies needed more explanation. It was their nature. She softened a little when addressing Fitz who was obviously biting down on a mild protest. “I don’t need your help. Go have some fun.” Her gentle tone the May equivalent of a comforting pat on the shoulder. She turned for her cockpit as she called out to the room as whole “Any foot back on this bus before 2am will be broken.”
Skye giggled, grinned and did a little happy dance. FitzSimmons looked at each other, silently communicating all the useful things that they could be doing with their time. Ward stared off into space, tightening his lips and thinking surly Ward thoughts known only to him.
Skye, of course, was the first to speak. “Guys we are getting a night off and out of here! Look happy! We can go have some fun.” She grabbed Jemma’s hand excitedly, bouncing like a puppy “We’ve never gone out together. What do you have hot to wear?”
“Skye, we’re not going clubbing. Let’s go have a nice dinner and catch a couple of movies.” Jemma looked to Fitz for back up. Seeing the disgruntled look on his face she quirked her brow and cut him off before he could start. “I am NOT going to try to sneak around Agent May and stay in the lab. I like my body parts whole and unbroken, thank you very much.”
“Ward what would you like to do?” this from Skye who had not noticed him disappearing as soon as May had gone. “Okay, so his opinion doesn’t count. Look, Jemma, I have been cooped up quietly for longer than I can stand. I want to go and decompress. I want some loud music and dancing and rubbing up against strangers and FUN!!!”
Dr. Simmons reared her ugly head “Skye you need to take it easy. Really easy. You nearly died and”
“Blah blah blah. I feel fine. I’m okay. I am not going to drink or do anything strenuous. I’m just going to have a good time. Where are we anyway?” Skye interrupted.
“Nebraska.” Fitz finally spoke, pout clear through his soft burr. “Not exactly prime territory for a pub crawl.”
“How close are we to Omaha?” Skye asked him.
“About 200 kilometers I guess.” Fitz answered.
“In American please” Skye said exasperated.
“Two hours’ drive probably” Fitz rolled his eyes right back at her.
“Shit! We need to get going. I’ve got a friend that waits tables at some place called Mama’s just outside of Omaha. It’s country but I’ve seen pictures and heard stories, it’ll be great. We’ll go see her. I’ll get in touch with her and get directions. Jemma, dress hot, show some skin, maybe you’ll meet a cowboy. Fitz. No cardigans. Get Ward and be at the truck in half an hour.”
‘How do you just happen to have a friend that waits tables in Nebraska?” this from Jemma.
“The internet. Duh.” And with that Skye bounced out of the room.
“It’s a long drive Fitz, take your computer and we’ll get some paperwork done.”
“Yeah. Such fun.” He groused.