Last Christmas (Philinda + Team Fanfiction)

'Last Christmas' A One-Shot

Staring out at the little family he had built around him, Phil marveled at the fluidity and ease that came with trusting the people around you. He stood in the kitchen that overlooked the living area where Skye was currently being chased around the huge Christmas tree that was placed in the middle of the room by an extremely enthused Antoine armed with what looked like an ornament hook. Looking closely, Phil could identify an object in Skye's hand that could only be a red bauble. The two came to an abrupt stop with Antoine in front of Skye as they challenged each other with their eyes. Antoine attempted to grab the ornament out of her hand, but Skye quickly pulled it back and squealed when he stuck the hook into his pocket, swiftly grabbing and swinging her over his shoulder. He finally plucked the object from Skye's grasp. She gave up and discontinued her struggle of wriggling out of his grip with a frustrated grunt. He laughed and gently set her down. Phil was about to look away when Skye gave a solid punch to Antoine's stomach. He immediately doubled over and coughed. Skye smiled and so did Phil, "That's my girl," he muttered.

He shifted his gaze to Fitz and Simmons. They were focused on arranging the ornaments perfectly down to the nearest centimeter. Phil rolled his eyes. He could overhear their jabs at one another.

"Fitz, the light won't reflect off this one unless you align it this way on this branch."

"Oh, please, Jemma, you are the biochemist here. What would you know about the alignment of the ornament to catch the correct amount of sunlight?"

Jemma then took hold of the object they were fighting over, and shook it in front of Leo's face for emphasis before continuing.

"You must take into account the fluorescent lights that will most likely be on as well as..."

Wow. That conversation got boring quickly.

Kids.

Bobbi and Hunter were on the other side of the tree placing the bows in moderation. Usually, they would be fighting over the arrangement of them like FitzSimmons without all the reasonable science talk, but this morning, they were very mellow. It was a little unsettling. They talked in hushed voices like gossiping schoolgirls. Wait, Bobbi just laughed. Hunter made her laugh. What has this world become?

That's a good thing. It's nice to not hear them bickering about each other all the time.

Phil couldn't hide the beaming smile that graced his features in this moment. He stepped down from the slightly raised floor of the kitchen and made his way to the living area to join the kids. As a reaction to his arrival, Skye turned away from Antoine to face Phil.

"Hey! What were doing up there in the kitchen? Spying on us. Monitoring us to make sure we don't mess up the tree?" Skye said accusingly with a grin plastered to her face and her arms crossed.

"Actually, I was admiring all of you," Phil replied with that stupid smirk he couldn't get rid of.

At that, Skye's eyes widened a bit, "Oh," she angled herself to see the others around her, "Yeah, we're pretty admirable, aren't we?"

She faced Phil once more, sporting a similar smirk to his on her own face. The others paid no attention to the two until Skye questioned, "Where's your other half?"

"Hmm?" Phil returned.

"May, where's May?" Skye clarified.

Phil surveyed the room and focused back on Skye with an inquisitive look. "I don't-"

"Her room maybe?" Bobbi supplied.

Phil nodded in agreement, "I'll go find her."

They all returned the nod and went back to doing what they were before. Antoine and Skye continued to fight over who got to hang which bauble, FitzSimmons kept debating whether or not the placement of an ornament would "benefit the tree" best, and Bobbi and Hunter continued to hang the bows around the tree. Soon, it would be all decorated. Phil knew that, though she would never share it, May loved to adore the children just as much as he did. She's missing out.