Summary

Post 3x12 Unashamed Static Quake fluff and smut: "Well, maybe I can help you." She says, just above a whisper. There's almost a smile on his lips as he gives the slightest shakes of his head. "I don't know if it can be helped." Daisy watched him, stopping herself from reaching out and gripping his hands in hers. Daisy understands him, his fear. His life was already complicated before he transitioned, and on top of that, his powers were dangerous. But his next words twisted in her gut like a knife. "For you, controlling your powers is like finding peace. For me, it's a… a war inside my head." A pause as he licked his lips, coming to terms with his own admission. "I just don't want to lose control."
May become a multi chaptered fic and series. For now, I just have two chapters (shameless smut is in the second chapter ;D)

Notes

This is dedicated to the Static Quake shippers/fandom. Everyone in this fandom has been so extraordinarily open and loving and protective of our babies and our own. Without this fandom, I fear that there would be nothing holding me to AOS anymore. You are all amazing and beautiful, and I figured we all deserved this.

PSA: I'm the same author (whatisdeadmayneverdie) who posted this on AO3. The pen name was taken here, so I instead went with a pseudonym. Don't mind me.

Just once in my life,
I think it'd be nice,
Just to lose control, just once.
-Evanescence

Daisy had listened to Lincoln's words, understanding him and seeing him a little more clear. The shocks from his hands, apparently random, were his mental process of keeping himself together breaking down like a wave on a sandcastle. It was as if she was seeing herself after her transition, the bruising on her own arms as she fought to keep in the vibrations her body so desperately wanted free. He was envious of her control. But Daisy realized he didn't know that his help had played a part in getting her to that point. And now it was her turn to help him.

Lincoln had done so much for Daisy. He had been a friend to her at Afterlife, keeping her company, letting her talk and listening. He had tried to protect her from Cal, and protected her from Hydra, telling her to run. Hell, he had been taken by Hydra and experimented on and died because he chose to protect her. Lincoln had every reason for siding with Jiaying on the ship, but he had changed sides when she made him realize the truth. Then he fought against his friend, Alisha, with her and May, letting her do what had to be done. Lincoln had every reason to push Daisy away and try and move forward with his life. But it hadn't worked out between Lash trying to kill him and a nation-wide manhunt for him.

I'll work with you, not with SHIELD. He had said. Lincoln was only here because of her. He was only staying because he trusted her and cared about her. And Daisy knew that despite the arguments they got into, what Coulson made him do, or how much he was indifferent to truly becoming a SHIELD agent, he wouldn't leave her.

It was so strange to realize that, making her stomach do flips and clench at the idea that she had influenced him in a way that would put his heart above his mind. And it was so strange to realize that her transitioner, the one who had wanted to help her learn control, wasn't truly able to control himself. Every cell in my body carries an electrical charge... I was burning... Did he still burn? Or did he learn to ignore it? In such close proximity, she could feel the buzzing of his power, active in his body. It was so loud, like hearing power lines in the fog. His powers were always in motion, just like hers.

"Well, maybe I can help you." She says, just above a whisper. There's almost a smile on his lips as he gives the slightest shakes of his head. "I don't know if it can be helped." Daisy watched him, stopping herself from reaching out and gripping his hands in hers. Daisy understands him, his fear. His life was already complicated before he transitioned, and on top of that, his powers were dangerous. But his next words twisted in her gut like a knife. "For you, controlling your powers is like finding peace. For me, it's a… a war inside my head." A pause as he licked his lips, coming to terms with his own admission. "I just don't want to lose control."

Daisy knew it then. Her poor Lincoln was broken. With everything he had been through, it had only made him more unsure of himself. The stress, the fear, it controlled him and broke down the walls he had built inside of his mind. For Daisy, her powers had been an awakening, as she had told Bobbi that morning. And she understood why. Her powers had given her a solid foundation for her identity. The girl who searched for who she was finally had everything, and she had accepted herself. While Lincoln, he had probably had an idea of who he was, but was now unsure. Was he a doctor? Was he a weapon? Daisy knew she didn't believe he was dangerous. She knew him, despite his change from Afterlife where she had seen one side of him. Right now, he was opening up to her, and giving her another side of him. And he was beautiful in that moment, because he was so honest and open.

Quietly, her hands reached for his, giving a comforting squeeze as her eyes became glassy. Daisy wanted him to understand how beautiful he was to her. And how important he was. Maybe it was like trying to rescue a drowning man, but Daisy had never been for giving up on someone who needed help. Inspiration struck as she gave him a small smile, only a few moments passing since he spoke.

"Sometimes it's good to lose control." She says, watching his face as he tried to work out her words as her hands leave his to grip the bottom of her shirt and raising, managing to snag her sports bra along the way. To his credit, his eyes don't glance down, except for one moment when she isn't sure if he has closed his eyes or glanced down. But his understanding is immediate and he meets her eyes; almost a ghost smile gracing his lips as her hands find his neck and his hands rest to her hips tugging her closer as she first presses her forehead to his before hungrily kissing him.

Daisy pours her emotions into him through her lips. How much she trusts him, how much she cares about him. In return his large hands slip to her back, holding her firmly but like he would hold a piece of fine china. Securely, she thinks, feeling a tingling from ever piece of him touching her. It doesn't hurt, nor is it uncomfortable. In fact, she decides its a welcome tingle, like the feel after using peppermint soap and exposing yourself to cool air.

When his hands slip to just below her backside, she lets him lift her up, legs tangling around his waist as he moves to the bed.

Yes, he is broken, but Daisy knows in her heart that she can help him. Maybe, she can help him realize he doesn't have to be afraid, and that he doesn't have to be at war against himself. Daisy is momentarily distracted from her thoughts by her skin resting on the soft comforter and his lips breaking from hers. Looking up, she can see the battle in his eyes, trying to figure himself out.

Fingers tangling in the collar of his tank, she pulls him back down and flush with her body. "Step one," she breathes against his lips as his eyes close and his breath quickens. "Just feel. Here, with me." Daisy gently kisses his bottom lip, letting his shirt go to creep her hand down to the hem, planning on ripping it off of him. Surprising her with his own hand catching hers, he kisses the palm of her hand lovingly before putting it against his cheek. "Here, with you. It's the only place I want to be." He whispers before his lips meet hers again, only breaking to pull at his own shirt.