Skye's the Limit |Book 1 In 'Skye Adventures' Series|

Chapter 43: Together Again

Sorry for the delay!!!

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I have to say, I'm impressed with the expresso machine.

I wasn't digging the idea of staying in a secret base... But after I fully examined the kitchen, I was enthralled with the contents of the freezer, and all the different coffee makers.

Agent Eric happens to be a coffee AND Hot Pocket enthusiast.

So we get along just dandy.

As we arrived here early afternoon, we still have half a day, and a night until Ward comes.

Fitz and Simmons are settling QUITE well in the lab. Tripp and May couldn't be happier with the training area, while Coulson and I are just thankful for a couch to sit on, with a fire place to warm our half frozen bodies.

I'm not so big on the snow anymore.

But that's ok! I'm sure that I won't have to trudge through that much snow again... (Atleast I hope)

I'm currently sipping on a nice big cup of coffee, with 'Girl Scout Cookie' creamer, watching Doctor Who on Netflix.

NORMALLY, I would bug Fitz (and or) Simmons about watching with me, but after-aaahhh-recent events I'm not too keen on the idea.

I just don't understand why when something bad happens people can't joke around, or atleast try to make the best of the situation.

"Hey kid." I glance up to see Tripp, changed into something more comfortable.

"Oh. Hi, Tripp." I say pausing the episode to give him my undivided attention (not doubting he wants to talk about something). "What's up?"

He makes way around the couch and plops down next to me.

"Fitz." He says simply.

I sigh and roll my eyes.

"So, what about our little curly headed grouch?" I snap mildly, not in the mood to talk about this.

"He regrets what he said." Tripp tells me gently. "He's sulking in his room, and nothing Simmons has said is making him cheer up in the slightest."

I shut my laptop and place it on the coffee table next to the couch.

"Ok. So let me guess." I start. "You want me to go talk to him and tell him that it wasn't a big deal, and I forgive him, and we should BOTH apologize for our behavior... Then we'll hug and go make waffles or something and watch Doctor Who and bond."

Tripp doesn't answer.

"So, is all that shit what you wanted me to do?" I question.

He still remains quiet.

I throw my hands up in the air.

"Huh??? Is that what you wanted?" I hiss.

So quietly I almost didn't here- "Yaaahhh."

I stand up and grab my laptop and walk out.

"Skye?" Tripp calls.

"Sorry. I'm not doing that. I'm not apologizing for trying to have fun... And oh yah? The thing is, I DIND'T THROW THE SNOWBALL." I say whirling around rather moodily. I wasn't even sure why I was feeling so strongly. Perhaps stress?. "You did."

I plop down on my temporary bed and open my laptop once again, deciding to lick up some of the current news to see what the 'authorities' are thinking of Shield now.

I got to my Google News page and scroll through a few articles that really really REALLY tick me off, because they couldn't be farther from the truth.