X marks the spot

Who You Really Are

 If you would have asked anyone, anyone else what their reaction would've been finding Rebecca Sitwell and Aaron sharing a bed, they probably would've guessed that something happened.

But, the team weren't anyone else, they knew the pair and were close friends with them. They knew who they were. So, it was surprise to find them like that, sure. But, to most who saw it, it was a sweet moment. A moment of innocence and vulnerability from the pair despite everything going on.

"Morning." She softly greeted him as he opened his eyes. He blinked a few times in silence as he woke up. She just went back to a book, a journal by her father. She was mainly focusing on the chapters that had herself referenced.

An ego thing? Hell no. More just want to know what her only father figure had thought of her during their time together.

"Hey." He said with a rough voice. She had gotten back late, and he was still not fully asleep when she came into the room.

It was how the partners ended up the way they did, with Aaron asking for some company. She, of course, accepted.

They were friends more than partners, they seemed comfortable to admit that.

Seemed Trip's death had done something sort of right for the pair.

Aaron finally clocked the book when he was done looking at the stain that was somehow on his roof," Hell did you get that?" He asked, eye brows creasing.

"Found it in the box Coulson asked me to look through one time. Never read it. Have been recently." She answered.

"Huh....fair enough." He said, pulling the bed sheet back and sitting up on his side of the bed.

"You ok?" She asked, putting her book away and moving to his side. She sat next to him.

He was quiet for a moment. Before, "Can I tell you something, and you swear not to tell anyone else about it?" He asked her.

She was taken aback, before she nodded silently.

"The reason I got out.....was that something – something hit me in the tunnels. Something changed inside of me." He confessed.

"You mean....something bad?"

"I don't know," He admitted, "But, whatever it is, Skye has something similar. And I know that it would make Jemma move us to Quarantine. You've seen how she is right now with this.....I mean, I don't blame her, and I know she'd never hurt us. But, still."

"It scares you of what lengths she'd go to in order to, 'save you.'" She finished for him.

"Yeah...You're taking this a lot better than I thought you would." He noted.

She shrugged, "They put you in Quarantine. Mack got cleared pretty quick, they kept you both in there. So, I let my mind wander."

"Never knew you the type to daydream."

"Neither did I, really."

Aaron lit a cigarette, handing one to her, "Want one?"

She hesitated, "You don't have to. But, if you want to just take a try and decide you don't like it, that's cool too." He assured her.

She took it, he held the lighter up and flicked it open, lighting it before lighting his own.

She took a hit from it, letting it hold for a second. She coughed for a beat, before taking another.

"Take it slow. As I said, you don't like it, you don't like it."

She shook her head, "We're good. Just getting used to it." She said through more coughs.