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Daisy took a tentative step towards Hive as he stood arrogantly before her. He knew that she couldn’t resist him. The host body he wore had once inflamed her physical desire, but the true being inside was capable of slaking her undying thirst.
Her hands shook and her lips trembled as she fell to her knees before him, licking her lips.
“Please … “ she whispered. “Take me back.”
As his hand caressed her cheek, Daisy gasped in relief until he pulled it away sharply. When he told her that he could no longer connect with her, Daisy felt the rage build up in her body and then channel through her hands as she hit him with the full force of her powers. But rather than destroy him, they blew her off the back of the Zephyr, and she found herself falling, unable to stop herself as she plummeted to the ground below.
Daisy woke in her bunk on the Zephyr shaking and covered in a cold sweat, her heart hammering. Thankfully, she hadn’t started quaking in her sleep; that could have knocked the plane right out of the sky. She reached out seeking Simmons’s heartbeat to calm herself. She felt vaguely guilty using her friend this way but when she had had a panic attack while she was having a beer with the biochemist, Jemma had grabbed her hand and placed it over her heart, calmly directing Daisy to use it as a pacer for her own. Since then, whenever Daisy found herself suffering from withdrawals she would reach out with her powers to find Simmons, and use her heartbeat to calm herself.
Daisy took a deep breath as she reached out. Simmons couldn’t be far, probably on the same level as her.
Ah, there she was. Daisy frowned. That … didn’t feel right. There was something off. That was Simmons’s heartbeat, but it was … jumbled. Erratic. Cluttered. She concentrated a little harder and realized that she wasn’t feeling one heartbeat, she was feeling two. She focused and picked out Fitz’s heartbeat, mixed in with Jemma’s. She frowned to herself.
Why was she mixing the two scientist’s heartbeats up?
Her nightmare forgotten, she concentrated until she could distinguish the two separate hearts. They couldn’t be more than a few inches apart. She knew that the science babies were close, but still … this warranted some investigation.
Tiptoeing out of her bunk, she called on all of her experience from the orphanage and foster homes of sneaking undetected into the kitchen to pilfer some late-night snacks. Reaching out again, she located the two scientists down the hall. She crept to the bunk and held her breath as she overrode the lock and quietly opened the door. Peering inside, she waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness but soon realized that there wasn’t enough light to see anything. Leaving the door open, she quietly made her way down the ladder. Once she was far enough away, she ran down to the cargo hold and dug through the storage lockers until she located a set of night-vision goggles.
Heading back to the bunks with the NVD’s perched atop her head she had to acknowledge how ridiculous she must have looked, but she didn’t care. She had a sneaking suspicion that the two scientists had managed to sort themselves out but there had been no official announcement and after three years of watching the two of them dance around each other, she felt that she deserved to know if the two of them had transcended that final frontier and Fitzsimmons had become … well,
Fitzsimmons.
Arriving outside the bunk, Daisy pulled the optic down in front of her eyes and peered back inside and had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from squealing with joy at the scene in front of her. If the two scientists had had trouble distinguishing one another’s personal space before, they had totally obliterated any concept of it now. Jemma had her back to the door and had her face nestled into the space between Fitz’s neck and his shoulder with both arms wrapped around his torso. Fitz was resting his cheek on top of Simmons’s head and had his own arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her in close. Their thighs were wrapped around each other, pulling their bodies flush. The blankets had been kicked down to the foot of the bed, and while Fitz was wearing a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt, Simmons was clad in a t-shirt and … was that a thong she was wearing?
Fitz mumbled in his sleep and his left hand trailed down Simmons’s back before palming her ass and tugging her even tighter to him. Simmons responded with a contented hum, and rolled her hips against Fitz’s. Daisy gaped at the two of them when a discreet cough from the end of the hallway caught her attention.
She glanced down the corridor to see Mack staring at her with a raised eyebrow. She pressed her index finger to her lips, signaling him to be quiet, and she stealthily closed the door before tiptoeing down to him and leading him down the hallway towards the galley.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Mack leaned down and rumbled in her ear.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I was investigating.” Daisy whispered back to him. “I think Fitz and Simmons are together. Like, together together.” She said, the glee in her voice evident.
She pouted as Mack snatched the NVD’s from her head.
“Well you look like a damn stalker sneaking around with these things, peering into your teammates bunks.”
“Mack!” Daisy exclaimed, hurt at his lack of support for her quest. “Don’t you want to know if they’re … you know, together?”
“I don’t need to know.” Mack responded, straight faced.
“Don’t be such a stick-in-the-mud.” Daisy grumbled as she rooted through the shelves looking for cocoa. “What I saw pretty much confirms they’re together.” She informed him. “I know that they’re close, but how many ‘best friends’” she made air quotes with her fingers at the phrase. “do you know that cuddle in their sleep? And Simmons was not wearing a whole heck of a lot, let me tell you.”
Mack covered his face with his hand, trying to hide his smirk.
“I don’t need proof, Tremors. I already know.” He said.
Daisy turned to face him slowly, her jaw hanging slack.
“You KNOW?” she asked incredulously.
Mack nodded, his smirk growing into a full-blown grin.
Daisy narrowed her eyes as she glared at him.
“Since when?” she asked accusatorily.
“Since Budapest. I could see it coming, so I spent the night in the quinjet to give them some privacy.”
Daisy stood there gaping at Mack. “Since Budapest? And you didn’t tell me?” she asks, scandalized.
“Well I figured that it’s their business, Tremors.” Mack replied.
“What’s their business?”
The two agents jumped as Simmons entered the galley, rubbing her eyes and looking sleepy. Daisy eyed her friend, now wearing a pair of pajama bottoms.
“Jemma.” She said evenly. “Is there something you’d like to tell me? Maybe something about you and Fitz?”
Simmons peered at her blankly for a moment before a slight blush crossed her face.
“Oh. Umm…”
“Yes.” Daisy said, crossing her arms across her chest. “Umm.”
Simmons ran her hand through her tousled hair. “It didn’t seem … well, with everything going on … we didn’t want …” she looks up at Daisy, clearly torn. “I’m sorry. But with everything that you’ve been through recently … we didn’t know how to …” she stammered a bit, rubbing her hands together. “I’m sorry.” She repeated.
Daisy gave her a small smile.
“Simmons, it’s okay. I’m happy for you. You guys deserve a happy ending.”
“I think Fitz is the one getting the happy ending.” Mack chimed in with a chuckle.
Daisy rolled her eyes at him while Simmons smiled.
“Why else do you think he’s sleeping so well?” she asked with a small grin as she blushed slightly.
“Jemma Simmons!” Daisy exclaimed, scandalized. “And here I thought you liked following the rules because it made you feel nice!”
Simmons’s blushed even deeper. “Yes, well … Fitz makes me feel very nice.” She said, as Daisy and Mack both broke down with laughter.