A/N: Hello! I'm back with another story! If you guys have read my first story, you'd have known that I promised another story and here it is! I hope it's okay! I'll upload the rest before I go off for my vacation again tomorrow. All reviews and criticism welcomed! ^^

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All of them stood in the cargo hold of the Bus, having it parked at the HQ.

"I'm going to miss you so much!" Simmons squeezed Skye tightly as they hugged.

"Alright, Jemma. You can let her go now. Our flight is waiting." Fitz reminded his best friend.

"I'm going to miss you too, Jemma." Skye squeezed her back. The team witnessed the two with a smile as they were the last ones to hug each other. They felt warmth in them to see how close they have grown to each other.

Coulson definitely have a good judgement of people and he had definitely put the right team together.

When they finally let go of each other, Simmons picked up her backpack, waving at the rest of the team as they bid their farewells. "See all of you next year." Coulson waved back at them. FitzSimmons walked out on the ramp, exiting from the Bus to catch their scheduled S.H.I.E.L.D. flight back to Britain, just in time for Christmas Eve.

Soon after they walked away, Ward picked up his duffel bag and patted on Coulson's shoulder, "See you next year, Boss."

Skye and May observed the two.

"You too, Ward. Enjoy your holidays." Coulson replied with a smile.

"I don't think I can last two weeks without a mission. Can't I work with other teams?" Ward whined.

"Look out for your brother, Ward. Take care of him. Talk to him, bond with your family. You'll figure out something." Coulson's calm tone always managed to convince him somehow. Ward nodded in respect to his reasoning. He picked up his bag and started to walk away, before turning around again to nod his head for permission to be dismissed. Coulson nodded back with a smile.

"Take care of yourself, Coulson." May walked up in front of him, already with her backpack behind her.

"I'll be fine," Coulson smiled in reassurance, "You, better take care of the Chans."

"I will," May turned to Skye, "You too, Skye. Stay out of trouble."

Skye smiled and saluted playfully, "I promise you I will."

"See you next year, both of you." May turned and started to walk away too.

When she went out of sight, Coulson turned and started to walk inside. Skye caught up with him, "Are you not going anywhere?"

"I don't have anywhere to go." He turned to see her face full of pity for him, "Oh, don't worry. I've got work to do, anyway."

"Don't you always do?" Skye replied sarcastically.

"Are you not going back?"

"Where do I go? I'll just be staying in the plane, I guess. It's not as if I have anyone else. If S.H.I.E.L.D. is kind enough to give me my van back, probably I'd travelling across the states for the holidays. But apparently, I am not trustworthy enough." Skye held up her wrist and wriggled her silver bracelet.

"Hmm." Coulson turned to walk away inside again.

"Where are you going to be, then?"

Coulson stopped in his tracks, turned to face her and pulled out a set of keys from his pocket, "The sun is setting outside."

"Oh, okay. Wow. That seems to answer my question."

Coulson took her hand gently and walked her towards Lola, opening the door for her and led her inside. Skye sat on the passenger seat, "Okay. Where are we going, AC?"

Coulson kept quiet and sat in the driver's seat, roaring up Lola's engine. He reversed the car down the ramp, exiting out of the cargo hold. When he saw one of the plane's maintenance crew, he stopped him, "Andrew, can you help me prepare a dinner for two?"

"Where exactly, Agent Coulson?" The guy asked him back.

"Out on the runway, behind Lola."

"On it, Agent Coulson."

"Thank you, Andrew." Skye just kept quiet as she witnessed all those, feeling confused and lost. Coulson moved the car again out on the aircrafts' runway, parking it in the middle of the huge plains of tar. Coulson got off the car, opening up the trunk, taking out what seems like a picnic mat.

"Do you have sandwiches in there too? I'm starving."

After he laid out the mat in front of the car, he went back to Skye, opening the door and offered a hand to let her out. Skye took his hand and got out of Lola. He held onto her, leading her to the mat, "I like to watch sunsets."

Skye sat down beside him as Coulson leaned back against the front bumper of the car, "I like how confused I am right now. What are we doing here?"

"Watching the sunset? I thought that was obvious." Skye rolled her eyes at him. Skye likes it when he is all mysterious and quiet but it irks her when he makes decisions on his own, without acknowledging anyone or even giving a clue about what he is about to do. Or maybe it was not that obvious to her what he is trying to do. She leaned on the front bumper of the car but she instantly leaned forward again, "Oh shite. I'm sorry. Can I lean on her?"

Coulson laughed, "Come here." Skye moved up to him and he pulled her closer to him. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in by her shoulder. Skye stretched her legs out and propped her head on his shoulder. As the orange in the sky started to spread and the blue is slowly taking over, the wind blew and Skye could not help but to shiver slightly.

Coulson budged away from her and took off his suit, handing it out to her, "Do you want me to put it on for you?"

"It's okay. I'll put it on myself. Thanks." Skye took it from him. As soon as the she took hold of it, she heard a voice from behind Lola, "Good evening, Agent Coulson."

The two got up to see Andrew in a waiter-like appearance instead of his then orange maintenance, "Agent Coulson, Ms Skye. Dinner is ready for you."

"Dinner?"

"Thank you, Andrew."

"Do you still need me, Agent Coulson?"

"It's okay. I can handle this." Andrew turned around to go back in the black sedan that he had come in to set up with.

"Dinner?"

"You said you were starving. Come on then. Up." Coulson stood and held out a hand to pull her up. Skye put on his suit over herself, feeling the weight of it drooping of her shoulders – Coulson is broader than she thought he was. He continued to take her hand and led her to the small rectangular table covered in a red cloth, where their dinners were both serve on a silver plate. A bucket filled with ice was placed at the side of the table, chilling the wine it came together with.

Coulson pulled out the chair for Skye and she sat. He opened the wine and poured it into the two wine glasses prepared for them, "You're quite a gentleman."

"Hmm," He placed back the wine into the bucket and sat, "Dig in then, don't just stare at me."

While they ate, they talked, they laughed, he held her hand and she lets him. The surroundings were only of their voices and the occasional clatter when their cutleries accidentally hit their plates a little too hard when they cut the steak. As the sky started to turn dark, the lights on the runway turned on, one almost like a spotlight that shines directly above them, making them the centre of attention on the plain runway.

"I like this place." Skye looked up at the stars in the sky above her.

"The HQ?"

"No. the runway, at night – it's beautiful at night. Not many will say they had their dinner out on the runway, under the stars." As she continued to admire the sky, Coulson admired her beauty.

"It's a good thing, then?"

"It's lovely, Coulson."

"Glad you like it." Coulson circled his thumb at the back of her hand, she blushed.


From the hangar, the maintenance crew gathered with their tools in hand, observing the couple through an LCD TV screen at the corner usually used to show activities on the runway, turning it into a form of entertainment for them, taking a break from their hourly routine of maintaining stuff.

"Coulson didn't want you to be there?" Maria Hill turned to Andrew.

"He sent me away. Said he could handle it. Are you not going to shut the TV off?"

"Oh no. We can take a break from all this stuff," Maria Hill looked around, "This is very interesting. Got a chair?"