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“So you guys do this every year?” Skye asks the
odd science couple who had dragged her out in the middle of the night to go
“The Perseids meteor shower can be quite spectacular,” Simmons says
“And conditions are ideal tonight,” Fitz adds. “We should see
plenty. Got your counter ready, Simmons?”
“Ready, set, go,” Simmons replies, holding up a handheld tally counter.
“I’m going to kick your arse this time!”
“You say that every year, Simmons. And every year you lose!” Fitz
“This year will be different,” Simmons counters.
“You say that every year,
too!” Fitz throws back at her, grinning mischievously from ear to ear.
“Ummm,” Skye interjects, confused. “What kind of weird competition
are you having?”
“Person who sees fewer meteors owes person who sees most meteors a
pint,” Fitz explains.
“Riiiiight,” Skye mutters and decides to just leave it at that, when
her eyes suddenly catch a glimpse of bright light shooting across the night
sky. “I saw one!” she exclaims excitedly, a bit surprised by her own
“Well, of course you saw one,” Simmons says. “That’s the whole point
of tonight, isn’t it?”
“Well, yes,” Skye mumbles, slightly peeved at the English
scientist’s condescending tone. “But it’s still kinda cool.”
“Most certainly,” Simmons replies, her eyes fixed on the stars
“Another one!” Skye exclaims, pointing at the sky.
“Saw it!” Fitz acknowledges, and a quiet click can be heard when he presses down on his tally counter.
“Did you make a wish?” Sky asks.
Fitz scoffs. “A piece of space rock just fell into the Earth’s
atmosphere and burned up. I’m not getting my hopes up that something that just
burst into nothingness can make my wishes come true. Utter nonsense!”
“Fitz is right,” Simmons adds. “It’s all just legend and folk belief,
likely originally based on the writings of the Greek philosopher Ptolemy, who
said that the gods sometimes look down to earth when they get bored, and then
stars might fall down between the spheres, becoming visible, and under these
circumstances, gods might be more receptive to wishes. I mean, it makes no
scientific sense whatsoever.”
“No, of course not,” Skye admits, and yet, when another bright
fireball shoots across the horizon, she closes her eyes, wishing these two
oddballs that she’d become so fond of will drag her out again next time, and
the time after that, wishing their friendship will stand the tests of time,
wishing they’ll become the family she’d never had.
And her wish becomes true. They drag her out for the Leonids the
same year, bickering as usual like an old married couple. Jemma insists once
again that this time she will beat
him. Fitz pretends to be upset when she actually wins their little competition,
breaking a five-year winning streak. But when Skye watches him as he enjoys
Jemma’s hilarious victory dance, his eyes tell a different story.
They drag her out for every meteor shower known to man, and she
wouldn’t have it any other way. She cherishes these nights spent with her two
The year the monolith takes Jemma, Daisy insists on going outside
again for the Perseids. Fitz comes along reluctantly. Maybe telling him that
it’s what Jemma would have wanted was a mean play, but dammit, Daisy felt like they
He breaks down in tears when the first meteor crosses the horizon,
and Daisy can’t help but wonder if for the first time in his life, Leopold Fitz
had wished upon a star.
Three months later, they sit under the night sky again for the
Leonids. Jemma is leaning against Fitz, his arm is draped around her shoulder. They’re
not holding their tally counters. They’re holding each other, gazing at the
stars, together, reunited. Daisy thinks watching her two friends is far more
spectacular than watching the meteor shower that night.
“Oh that was a bright one!”
Jemma exclaims, a smile flashing across her face. Daisy watches Fitz pulling
Jemma just a little bit closer, and she could swear she sees him mouthing a
silent Thank you that floats up to a piece
of space rock that just fell into the Earth’s atmosphere and burned up.
“The point is that when I see a sunset or a waterfall or something, for a split second it’s so great, because for a little bit I’m out of my brain, and it’s got nothing to do with me. I’m not trying to figure it out, you know what I mean? And I wonder if I can somehow find a way to maintain that mind stillness.”
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