A/N: Hello you guys! This is my new Skimmons multichapter one shot. This will be like the four times Skye was drunk and the one time she was not. So this chapter is the first time. Well if you guys love it please review so I will continue. Okay? Much love! xoxo Ooh, and also, I put a reference to PLL here, especially for Spemily shippers :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Agent of Shield. I am only borrowing the characters.
It was the first time the whole team had a night out in Ibiza. May and Coulson went somewhere 'classified' but the rest of them knew it was a lie. So Ward, Fitz, Simmons and Skye decided to go to a night club, relieving their stress. The club was located downtown; it was called 'Rogue Area'. Yep, the name itself described what's inside. The four of them went inside and loud music was blaring everywhere, people dancing like there's no tomorrow, booze everywhere. Skye and Ward decided to save a place for the four of them and ordered vodka soda for Skye and cold beer for Ward. Fitz was trying to hit on a girl he just saw and Simmons went to the restroom. Not long after, Fitz joined the two of them on the table, obviously, his effort failed. However, Simmons had not come back from the restroom, and it started to make Skye worry.
"Hey guys, I 'm gonna check on Simmons okay?" Skye said as she stood up.
"Okay, make sure you brought her back, alright? We still have a long night ahead of us, lad! " Fitz replied in a very thick Scottish accent. Well, this is one of the proofs that Fitz was starting to get drunk, the thick accent, and it will soon moves to phase two, the babbling about monkeys. Skye does not now what is it between Fitz and monkey. Whereas, Ward just nodded toward her.
Skye walked through the sea of endless people, this club was crazy. She spent 10 minutes only to find the restroom, no wonder it took Jemma so long. Skye had always thought of Simmons as Jemma inside her head, and she does not know why, but every time she was with the other she can't bring herself to call Jemma, 'Jemma'. Skye wandered through the crowd as she saw the long line on the rest room and something caught her attention. It was Jemma smiling, at a guy. Yes, a guy, and she looks so overly happy. As long as Skye knows Jemma, she did not have any guy best friend except Fitz, so it only meant one thing. That guy was flirting with Jemma and Jemma flirted back. And there the feelings came, feelings Skye never felt, like she was ready to rip out that guy flawless face. She was starting to hate everything about that guy, his perfect smile that looked evil, his height that was too tall for Jemma, his hands that touched Jemma's shoulder or arms once in a while. She wanted to slash that arm off with a katana. But what's worse is Jemma's reaction, she seems happy and she enjoyed her time with that guy. What the hell is wrong with her?
"Simmons," Skye called out to Jemma.
"Oh, Skye! Is something wrong?" Jemma asked.
"Wrong? Aside from that guy trying to get in to your pants?". "Uh, no. Nothing's wrong, the guys were just worrying about you, so I thought I would go and check, but I see now that you are occupied sooo I am gonna go back," Skye answered then turned around fastly and went back to the boys.
"Don't go, just give me some more time! Wait for me!" Jemma shouted. Skye gave her a thumbs up to answer her. Jemma then hugged the guy as she said her goodbye.
"I'm sorry, Alex, but I need to go back to my friends, it was so nice meeting you here, I never imagine that out all of the places we meet here," Jemma chuckles.
"Don't be so exaggerating Jemmy! Just because you're not living in England anymore, you don't need to be surprise that you met your cousin in place other than family reunion! You started to sound like Aunt Augusta if you keep acting like that," Alex ruffled Jemma's hair as he pulled out of the hug.
If looks could kill, Alex will be a member of the afterlife soon. Skye's eyes were piercing right out to the exchange between Jemma and Alex. Her fist clenched, and her jaws tightened, her surroundings started to feel hot and she wanted to just explode and snap at everybody.
"Ugh, by the way Jemmy, that your friend over there?" Alex subtly pointed at Skye using his head.
"Yes, she's my colleague, what's wrong?" Jemma asked Alex.
"She is definitely stabbing me with her piercing glare," Alex explained, "is she your 'playmate'?"
"Bloody hell Alex, s-she is n-not!" Jemma blushed as she heard what Alex said.
"Well, she is definitely jealous Jemma. I know you like her too, and don't act like I don't know you. Out of all the brilliance and talents you have inside your head, lying is still not one of them," Alex shaked his head as he sipped his margarita.
"Oh, bollocks!" Jemma rolled her eyes as she started walking toward Skye.
Then all of a sudden Alex grabbed her arm and planted a kiss on her cheek as he whispered, "That, is to check whether my hypothesis about her is correct or not, I am a hundred- no, two hundred- percent sure that she fancies you!"
Jemma then said, "I guaranteed that experiment of yours will fail," and she turned back and walk away.
"You'll thank me later!" Alex shouted out as he laughed.
Jemma just chuckled at his cousin's ridiculous theory and little 'experiment' before. There is no way in the world Skye is her girlfriend. She wanted to, but she knows it is impossible. Skye has been a dream of her since Skye set her feet on the Bus. Jemma never find bad girl shenanigans with Skye more intriguing than sorting her experiments file alphabetically. Skye's smile and laughter are her drugs, and Jemma was addicted to it. When she turned back and expected to see Skye's smile, Skye was not there. Weird, Skye was just there before and she told her to wait. Jemma then continued to walk over to the boys, and Skye was already sitting back at the seats, gulping her vodka soda.
"Is it, by any chance, what Alex said before was true?" Jemma thinks to herself.
Jemma walked over to her friends and sat beside Skye, "Hey, there. I thought you would wait for me,"
"I don't want to interrupt your business there, so I might as well be gone," Skye shrugged her shoulder as she chugged her drinks from her glass.
"No, Skye it was nothing, he's just a guy I knew," Jemma answered, looking at Skye.
"Pfft. You wouldn't be that close to a guy you 'just knew'," Skye said with air quotations. "It's okay Jemma if you like him, he's cute, go on, have fun," Skye nudged Jemma.
"I don't Skye, he's my-" Jemma replied but got cut off when she felt a hand on her shoulder, "Alex! I thought you said you were going home?"
"I was about to, but I decide why not dance first with the prettiest girl on the club before doing so?" Alex offered his hand as he winked at Jemma.
Skye rolled her eyes as she diverted her gaze from Jemma. Ward was raising his eyebrows toward Skye and offered her his drink. Fitz on the other side was starting to babble about monkeys and how great it will be if Coulson granted his request on taking a monkey aboard. Skye started to smile at Fitz's behavior then she realized that Jemma was gone. She was on the dance floor with that annoying guy. Skye hated it so much, what does she need to do to get Jemma's attention? She had flirted a lot with Jemma, but of course, Jemma did not take it seriously. What should she do then? Asking Fitz right now is not the very best option, and Ward is also not a really good option right now, because he is starting to sing the 'Star Spangled Banner'. Skye knows who she should ask advice to: her favorite friend through all time, alcohol.
"I'm gonna get a drink okay you guys, don't do anything crazy while I'm not here," Skye said toward Ward and Fitz. The both of them just nodded and continue with their own 'drunken activities'.
Skye walked to the bar and ordered, "Give me your strongest drink you have here," as she sat on the stool.
"Rough day, huh?" the bartender asked her as she mixed the drinks.
"Nah, kind off rough night," Skye replied as she watched Jemma danced with the guy. She sure had a lot of fun, Skye never saw Jemma smiled and laughed to a guy she just knew as much as that.
"Here ya go," the bartender handed Skye the drink.
"Thankyou," Skye finished the drink in one shot, "Wow. This is quite strong, well it's working to take my mind off of things, give me some more," Skye slid the empty glass toward the bartender.
"Easy there, is that your girlfriend over there?" the bartender asked as she pointed toward Jemma.
"No, she is not," Skye answered, "but I wish she is" she muttered under her breath.
"Ooh, sorry, but you seem so protective toward her," the bartender smiled and handed over another drink to Skye.
"Well she's my best friend, so…" Skye trailed off in her explanation.
"You should tell her you know," the bartender told her.
"What? How?" Skye were agape and also her visions are starting to blur.
"I've seen the way you looked at her, if she was not your girlfriend, you want her to be, am I correct?" the bartender said.
"I don't know, it's just weird, I've never felt this happy and safe with a person," Skye admitted her thoughts toward the bartender.
"Just tell her, it will be her loss if she doesn't feel the same way," the bartender said as she smiled toward Skye.
Skye felt the club spinning more and more and her heartbeats matched to the bass of the loud music, her surroundings started to blur and her eyes were starting to close. "Oh, no I can't, not now, she obviously had a crush on that annoying guy," Skye drowsily answered.
"Hey, it's worth a try, what if she does not like the guy? But if it really does not work out well, I can take her place anytime," the bartender gave Skye her number in a piece of paper.
"Oh my god, do you hit on your pathetic customers all the time?" Skye chuckled.
"No, just the gorgeous one," the bartender winked, "I'm just kidding, I just wanna talk with you, because I think we might be in the same hopeless position, mooning over our best friend which we don't have any idea of what they're feeling," she laughed.
"Wow, that's why you realized my problem. Well, it would be great talking with you, sober, because right now my mind is everywhere. I'm starting to see birds, rainbows and butterflies," Skye babbled.
"Sure, just give me a ring, by the way, my name is Emily," the bartender offered her hand for Skye to shake.
"Skye, nice to be served by you, Emily," instead of shaking Emily's hand, Skye put her empty glass on Emily's hand. She is real drunk now. "Eh, I am supposed to shake your hand now, sorry," Skye reaches for Emily's hand then everything went dark.
"Skye, Skye, can you hear me? Wake up, Skye!" Skye felt a gentle shook toward her body.
"Jemma, look at you, gorgeous as ever, such a pleasure to meet you in this club!" Skye used an English accent as she spoke to Jemma.
"Oh god, you're drunk Skye, and that accent, ugh awful" Jemma said as she scrunched her nose, "Let's go back to the hotel Skye," Jemma took Skye's hand.
"Well, well, well, look who's into bad girl shenanigans now? Asking me to come together to a hotel," Skye laughed as she played with Jemma's hair.
Jemma blushed but stopped Skye's hand, "Skye, come on. Let's go back, you will regret this tomorrow morning," Jemma said as she hold Skye's hand.
After twenty minutes or so, Jemma succeeded on dragging all three of her silly friends back to the hotel. She left the two boys in a room and let them take care of themselves and she brought Skye to another room. Skye was now dozed off, her face peaceful as she drooled a little. She was so adorable and beautiful; Jemma wished that Skye can be hers. But it is impossible, for her cousin's try to test whether Skye had feelings for her didn't work. Obviously, Skye did not have any feelings toward her.
"Skye, wake up. You need to change into your pajamas," Jemma wake Skye up.
"Nuh, I don't want to," Skye opened her eyes a little, "you're so beautiful Jemma," she added.
Jemma blushed again, but she was reminded that Skye was drunk, it was not real, she was in a state where she can't think clearly because the alcohol was running through her blood vessel, making the blood that was pumped to her brains could not work effectively, resulting in drunkenness.
"Come on Skye, you don't want to sleep with clothes that smell like cigarettes and sweat right?" Jemma asked Skye.
"Just stop taking care of me Jemma; just be with that tall guy from the club!" Skye suddenly snapped at her.
"Skye, you are not speaking rationally right now so please, let me just change you into your PJs and you can have a good night rest," Jemma urged Skye.
"I don't like him Jemma. I don't like him touching you. I don't like him dancing with you. I don't like it when you laughed at something he said. I don't like it when you smiled at him," Skye uttered her feelings in simple sentences.
"God, you were jealous?" Jemma said in amazement, not believing what Skye had just said.
What Jemma heard next was a little snore and Skye was already sleeping again. Jemma could not stop thinking about what Skye said. But she knows Skye is drunk, she knows that it can't be real.
"I just hope that one day you said it when you were sober, Skye," Jemma said as she stroked Skye's hair.
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