Because I'm Skimmons as fuck, and this is how the scene played in my head/how it should have played out on screen. 3x10, established Skimmons.

"Open the doors, we're coming up." At Mack's statement, Jemma let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding in. They were safe. Mack and Daisy. Fitz and Coulson, and hopefully Will. Despite the huge odds that were stacked against her friends, they had made it.

It was a moment for her, when the containment pod door opened and Mack walked out, supporting a drained-looking, but utterly triumphant Daisy. Fitz and Coulson were next to exit, and they both looked like they could use a shower or twenty.

She kept waiting, hoping Will, the man who had saved her life countless times, would be the last to leave. But she didn't see him and the realization that he hadn't made it crashed over her like a tidal wave. Jemma was in love with Daisy, so much so that sometimes she forgot how to breathe, but without Will, she never would have made it home to her.

Brushing a tear from her eye, she took a second to mourn him before approaching her girlfriend, lunging right for her and wrapping her arms securely around Daisy's waist. "Ow, hey, what's with the surprise attack?"

"You are utterly insufferable sometimes, you know that," Jemma whispered in her girlfriend's ear, half-tempted to slap her upside the head for taking yet another stupid risk. She noticed the trickle of blood coming from Daisy's nose and gently dabbed at it, stains be damned. It wasn't as if she wouldn't be burning these clothes the second they got back to base. "May could've blown you and Mack to bits."

"I wouldn't leave them behind. I had to stay and make sure that the portal stayed open long enough for them to make it out," Daisy replied simply, eyebrows knitting in concern when she took stock of Jemma's own battle wounds. "And I would've beaten the shit out of any Hydra soldiers who attempted to stop me. No one gets away with hurting the people I love."

Jemma buried herself against Daisy, and swore that she would never let her go again. They shared a kiss, tender and loving, though innocent by their usual standards since their teammates were watching. The scientist swore she saw Hunter discreetly hand Bobbi a twenty dollar bill, the latter looking rather pleased with herself.

"Our course is locked, Agent May," one of the pilots cut in, pressing a few buttons and activating the plane's auto-pilot. "We'll be back at base before sunrise tomorrow."

"I dunno about you guys," Daisy addressed the rest of her teammates, "but I'm frickin exhausted. Agents recovered, disaster averted, all that."

They all nodded in agreement, finally understanding the scope of the tragedy they managed to avert, and exhaustion fell over every single one of them as they retired to their bunks to sleep the rest of the way. Jemma noticed with a smile that Hunter and Bobbi walked away together, no doubt to "celebrate" their victory.

"I could really use a shower right about now," Daisy muttered, picking at her ruined gear. "I smell like dirt, sweat and fear. It's a wonder you even hugged me."

"I don't look my best either, Daisy," Jemma pointed out, gesturing to herself. "We could…"

She blushed unable to get the words out, even though everyone else had left. Daisy cocked an eyebrow and a wry grin spread across her face. "You know, the showers on this plane aren't very big. And I've got this wicked kink in my back from holding off a couple Hydra soldiers while Mack got everyone into the containment pod."

Jemma played along, and ran her fingers through Daisy's hair. "I could help you with that."

"I bet you could."