So this was a prompt from BellaPaige88. She asked for a story based on Chasing Liberty. If you haven't seen it you should check it out, it's a good story. I've changed a few things around to fit the characters and my own knowledge.

"Oh My God Sharon. Have I told you how excited I am about this? I get to go to one of the best clubs in London and with only two agents. Two agents! You've no idea how long I had to argue to get it down to two. It's the closest to freedom I've ever got!"

You didn't get much freedom when you were the daughter of the President of the United States. But tonight she was getting some. She had finally got her father to agree to cut down on the agents that were watching her. She was eighteen not five. She was going off to the Shield academy after the summer for god's sake, she needed some freedom.

"Yes, Liberty is still getting ready." Reported Simmons, one of the secret service agents who were to keep an eye on her tonight. She and her partner Fitz were to accompany her tonight. They had been there on that dreadful night back in America but it wasn't their fault. They had just been doing their jobs. Liberty was her code name used by the secret service agents. Since her Dad had become president six years ago she had constantly been followed around, never having a moment to herself. Hell even before that her freedom had been restrict being the governor's daughter.

But tonight was going to be different. They were currently in the UK, specifically London, which had given her a chance to meet up again with Sharon, who was the daughter of the consulate here. She was taking her out to a club and allowing her to see a bit of London. She had wanted to accompany Sharon to a computer fair in Manchester but her father had put his foot down. They could get a bit rowdy at them so he didn't want her going to it. She still wished she could go but as he had agreed to reduce the agents watching her she didn't argue too much.

"I take it was bad?" Asked Sharon as she finished changing Skye's hair. She had only been told part of story.

"Oh God. It was bad. I'm never dating again. I will never get to third base. Hell I even told my Dad that."

"Bet that went down well."

"Oh it got worse. All the generals were in the office as well. I tried to change it to second but the damage was already done."

She couldn't help but shudder as she thought back to that night. She'd been all excited for that night. The guy she liked had finally got up the courage to ask her out. She'd spent hours trying on different outfits until she found the perfect one. The date hadn't started off fantastically with Nate, her date, being searched by security scaring the life out of him. They had even examined the flowers he had brought her. She had tried to assure him that she still loved him but he didn't look convinced. But still they had headed off to the fancy restaurant and had a nice meal. He had even told her how nervous he was asking her out. It was all going so well until a family of tourists came along.

"Excuse me. Are you..? You are. You're Skye Coulson. Daughter of Phil and Melinda Coulson, the President's daughter."

"Yeah I am. Would you like a picture?"

It was easy to see what she wanted; she was clutching her camera to tightly for it to be just carrying it.

"Thank you. Thank you." She quickly arranged her daughter to stand behind Skye and once they were positioned to her satisfaction took several photos. Turning back to Nate she saw a frown on his face.

"Is it always like this?"

"Yep. Even when I was just the governor's daughter it was the same. You get used it."

He was still looking uneasily when a group of guys approached them. Reaching their table the leader spoke:

"We're here to make this night memorable."

As he was reaching into his jacket pocket he was tackled by one of the secret service agents who were hidden around the restaurant. Simmons appeared and dragged her out of the restaurant taking her to Fitz who was sat in a van outside. As she was leaving she could hear Nate yelling:

"They're my friends. They're my friends."

Late on she had met up with him. He was heading off with his friends. He had told her she was a great person but he couldn't deal with all this craziness. So that was the last she had seen of him, her date had been ruined.

Coming back to the present she spoke again,

"Anyway after that I finally convinced my dad to lighten up and he agreed to only Fitzsimmons coming tonight, which is a relief."

"I can imagine. So shall we go and crash that ball and show your dad the new you?"

"I can't believe the change in Sharon." Commented Phil, smiling at the parade of ambassadors that trailed in front of him.

"She grew up. So has our daughter. I'm glad you have finally given her some freedom." Mel shook hands with another dignitary in the line.

Just then a commotion was caused by Sharon and a stranger entering the ballroom. They were dressed in jeans and tight tops clearly ready for clubbing.

"At least Sharon has found another trashy friend to hang out with."

"Yeah your daughter."

"Hi Dad. We're going. Thank you for letting us go with just two agents. See you later."

Phil watched as both girls ran out of the room. He wasn't sure he liked that.

"John. Vic."

"Yes Sir."

His two main protection detail stepped closer so he could talk to them without everyone hearing.

"I want you to fill that club with agents. Inform Fitzsimmons but don't let Skye know."

"Yes Sir."

"Phil you promised her." Admonished May.

"As you said never ask a President to promise anything."

"She didn't ask you as a the President. She asked you as her father!"

"As her father I agreed but as the President I'm deciding to change my mind and protect a valuable asset."

"You are going to regret this."

Phil simply looked at her. She was probably right. She usually was. But he couldn't bare it if anything happened to his daughter. Besides the agents would be discrete. Skye would never know.

"Sharon this is amazing! I'm free! Completely free! Well nearly anyway."

It felt amazing. Sure Fitzsimmons were still there following her every move but this was the most freedom she had in along time. Plus nobody recognised her. Sharon had lightened her normally brown hair, giving her blonde highlights and shortened it slightly. It still had its slight curl but the changes had been enough to make her completely anonymous.

"Glad I could help. Now come on let's dance." Laughed Sharon, pulling her by the hand.

Skye stumbled slightly and bumped into a guy sat on a bike outside the club.

"Sorry" she turned to apologise and got a better look at the guy. He was cute, with dark brown hair and killer cheekbones. He was wearing dark jeans and top and carrying a simple backpack with a camera slung around his neck. At first she thought he might be paparazzi but he seemed more interested in the book he was carrying than the camera.

"Sorry!"

"Not a problem." He smiled.

"He was cute!" She whispered to Sharon.

"Wait till you see the guys in here and at the computer fair. Computers aren't just for geeks anymore."

"I wish I could go. But I'm going to enjoy tonight."

"That's the spirit!"

Skye had been to clubs before but nothing like this. Happy was pounding out of the speakers with everyone dancing and singing along. Lights flickered above highlighting people bouncing off the sequins on their clothes. Grabbing a drink they both headed onto the dance floor, determined to make the most of the time they had.

She had been enjoying herself enormously until she caught sight of something in the crowd. Concerned she looked around the crowd more closely. If it had just been the first guy she spotted she wouldn't have taken any notice of it but as she looked around she spotted at least five other people. They all stood out as they were barely dancing, constantly looking around the crowd.

"I don't believe it. He promised." Striding up to Fitzsimmons who were dancing nearby she complained;

"He promised. Why are there more agents here?"

"Skye. Calm down." Started Fitz. "Just enjoy your night and ignore them."

"I can't believe it he promised."

"Skye come on. I need the toilet."

Skye followed Sharon to the bathroom, still fuming. She was going to have words with her father.

"Liberty heading to bathroom. Will wait outside."

God she never got any privacy! At least they didn't follow her into the bathroom. Noticing Sharon's grin she snapped;

"What are you grinning about?"

"Calm down chick. I have an idea." She nodded her head towards the woman stood at the sink looking very worse for wear. She was in a similar outfit to Skye apart from her jacket, which was bright red. Even her hair was a similar colour to Skye's. Understanding her friends plan Skye returned her smile. Maybe this night could be saved after all.

"Poor kid. All she wants is to live a normal life." Commented Simmons as they took up strategic positions near the toilets.

"I know but there isn't much we can do about it. We've got our orders." Reasoned Fitz. "And may I say your looking very nice this evening."

"I thought I told you after the last time, focus on the mission." He had started to compliment her on her clothing the last time she had to adapt due to Skye's social life. He had admired her jumper just before she had leapt up to tackle one of a group of unknown suspects approaching liberty. Thankfully they had just been her date's friends and Skye had understood that they were just doing their job. You had to feel for the girl, she never got any privacy. It must be hell to be constantly followed, with near strangers knowing all of your business.

Fitz had started doing this recently. Pretending to be down with the kids as he put it. Trying too hard to be cool. He was constantly pretending that he wasn't smart. It was beginning to get on Jemma's nerves.

Nothing further was said as it was then that Skye stumbled out of the toilets with Sharon following her. She looked like she was absolutely hammered, staggering all over the place. Simmons didn't think she had drunk enough to be that bad. She kept an eye on her all night, including how much liberty had drunk. Though it wasn't specifically their job to control how much she was drinking, while in London they were all ambassadors for the country. Therefore, they were responsible for ensuring that nothing Skye did could be considered embarrassing to the country, including the press getting pictures of the first daughter stumbling drunk from a club.

"Skye!" Fitzsimmons cried as she took a tumble right in front of them. Rushing over to help her up they found themselves staring at a woman they had never seen before. Sharon hovered over them before yelling;

"Skye! Run!"

Looking up Simmons saw Skye make a break for the exit, wearing a completely different jacket to before. She must have swapped jackets with this woman in the toilets to give them the slip. Grabbing her partner, they quickly perused Skye informing the other agents as they ran.

"Liberty is on the move. We aren't accompanying liberty. Repeat we aren't with liberty. Now in a red jacket. Repeat now in a red jacket. Anybody got eyes?"

She couldn't believe it worked! As soon as they had seen the other woman leave the toilets with Sharon they had kept their eyes on her. The tumble had just helped their plans, distracting all the agents long enough for her to get a good head start on them. She felt a little bit guilty for deceiving them; they were only doing their job. But god it felt good to finally be free. Running out of the club she quickly identified the agency cars. They were already jumping out of them; she needed an escape route and fast.

There. The guy from earlier was still sat there, reading his book. Running up to him she spoke:

"Hey. Do you fancy being a knight in shining armour? I could really do with a lift."

"Ok. Hop on." Handing her a helmet he asked, "Where to?"

"Anywhere but here!"

"OK. Hold on."

After ensuring she was securely seated he quickly accelerated away from the club. Glancing back she could see that agents were already following them. After a few quick turns and a double back it appeared they had lost them.

"Thank you so much."

"Not a problem. I'm Grant Ward by the way."

"I'm Skye."

"Skye ..?"

"Just Skye. Like Pink."

"Ok Skye. Nice to meet you. Now what did you do to get them chasing you like this."

"Got in a fight." Skye offered, saying the first thing that came into her head.

"Really. Cause I've never seen bouncers chase somebody in SUV's all over a simple bar fight."

"What can I say? I'm irresistible."

"Right."

"Anyway thank you so much for the lift." Skye clambered off the back as he pulled to a stop in a random street. She was a little bit disappointed to let go of him. Clinging onto him as they rode had let her feel the abs that he was hiding beneath that simple black shirt. Handing him back his helmet she turned and gave him a small wave. Just as she reached the intersection to search for a way back to the hotel she saw the SUVs pulling around the corner. Damn! She thought she had lost them. They must be tracking her somehow. She'd turned the GPS on her cell phone off deliberately, even though it was against the rules.

"Need another ride?" He had clearly seen her reaction.

"Thanks." She hurried back over to the bike. "I swear I'm normally not this much trouble!"

"Whatever you say Mrs Bond."

They had eventually pulled over and headed into a bar. Skye insisted on buying him a drink but he would only drink coke while she was drinking beer.

"Come on live a little. Have a drink!"

"I think you are drinking enough for the both of us."

"Spoilsport. This is the best day ever."

"What's so great about getting chased all over London?"

"You've no idea. I'm finally free. I can finally go and see London without my every movement being planned down to the second. I can see everything I want to see. Do whatever I want to do."

The screeching of tyres outside drew her attention. They had found her again.

"Or maybe not. I got to go and I got to go."

Catching her before she fell over Grant commented;

"Maybe go to the bathroom and do both."

"Good idea. Stay here. I'll be right back." She slurred.

Ward watched her as she made her way to the bathroom. Once she was safely inside he gathered his stuff and headed outside meeting Fitzsimmons by the door.

"She's all yours. She's in the bathroom safe and sound."

"What were you playing at Ward? You were supposed to stop her outside the club. Not drive her all over London."

"Hey. You're welcome. It kept her happy and gave her a sense of freedom. She never has to know I'm secret service. I'm just the jerk of a guy who left her in a bar."

Maybe now he could get back to what he was supposed to be doing, chasing criminals instead of babysitting the President's daughter. He'd been pulled off an important case to do babysitting duty. But now he was done and he could finally go and nail Ian Quinn.

"The President wants a word with you Ward." Fitz passed him his phone, clearly having been passing on the news that the first daughter was safe and secure.

"Hello Mr President Sir."

"Sir they have found Skye again. She is safe with Special Agent Grant Ward." Special Agent Victoria Hand reported.

"See Phil. She's fine. She just wants some freedom. You shouldn't have sent those other agents with her. She wouldn't have run otherwise."

Phil glanced at her, taking in what she said before turning back to Hand.

"What do we know about him?"

"Grant Ward. One of our best agents in Europe. Family was dysfunctional but he eventually escaped and went to live with his grandmother. Joined the army at 18, served two tours. Left with full honours and was recruited to join the secret service. Moved to London to avoid confrontation with his remaining family members. Responsible for a high clear up rate. Speaks several languages. He's a bit quiet, a bit of a loaner."

"He's the best you say? Good. Get him on the phone. He has a new assignment."

"What are you up to Phil?" Mel asked, suspicious. She recognised that look in his eyes. He shared it with their daughter, normally meaning they were going to do something stupid.

"She wants freedom well she is going to get it. But I'm going to control it.

Hello."

"Hello Mr President Sir."

"Special Agent Ward you have a new assignment. You are to escort my daughter around London. Make her think she has lost all her agents and has the freedom to do what she wants."

"But Sir…"

"No buts. She wants freedom and she doesn't know you are an agent. You are in the perfect position."

"Respectfully Sir I don't think this is a good idea."

"I don't care what you think Ward. You have your orders now follow them."

"Yes Sir."

Ending the call Phil turned back to Hand.

"Inform Fitzsimmons of the plan. They are to follow them at a discrete distance."

"Yes Sir."

"Oh God." Mel put her head in her hands.

Hanging up the phone Ward grimaced. Not what he wanted to be doing. Seeing Fitzsimmons getting their orders he headed back into the bar hoping Skye hadn't noticed his absence.

"There you are. Where did you go?"

"Needed some fresh air."

"Well I think I'm ready to go now and as it looks like everyone has gone its safe to move."

"Where are you headed?"

"I want to go and see the river."

He watched as she stumbled towards the door.

"Hang on. I'll come with you." Watching as she bumped into the door trying to open it he commanded: "We'll leave the bike and walk."

Arriving at the river Skye looked around in amazement. She wasn't sure she wasn't dreaming. She had always wanted to come here. Now to fulfil another of her goals.

"What are you doing?" He was clearly horrified as she started stripping. Maybe he had never seen anyone in their underwear before.

"I want to go swimming. I don't want to get my clothes wet."

"Are you mad? Have you any idea what you could catch?"

"Oh come on Robot! Live a little!"

He made a funny choking noise and spun around as she began removing her bra. Laughing at him she was tempted to throw it at him to see what his reaction would be but she had more important things to do. Squealing at the cold, she entered the water and began swimming around.

"That's it. You are certifiable."

"Oh come on Grant! Loosen up. Come and join me."

Grumbling under his breath he turned around to find her up to her neck in mucky Thames water. Unfortunately what she hadn't noticed was the restaurant across the river that had a clear view of what she was doing. Although none of them appeared to have long lens cameras he could already see phones being held up to take pictures. With technology these days they would be more than capable of getting clear pictures of Skye completely naked. Sighing he strode in fully clothed to collect Skye. Fitzsimmons could deal with the photos over there.

The next morning Skye still wasn't back at the hotel. Phil wasn't worried though. He knew Ward was still with her and she was at the station. From what his agents were telling him she was about to ring, probably to ask permission to go to the computer fair. He supposed if Ward were with her she would be safe. He could always send more agents to keep an eye on her as well.

"Hello"

"Hi Dad. I just wanted to let you know I'm safe. I know you're probably angry that I slipped my protection detail but you lied to me."

"I know honey and I'm sorry."

"Sorry enough to change your mind about letting me go to Manchester?"

"Just a second honey. I'm been given something."

Taking the file John offered him he ignored the photo of Fitzsimmons on top. It was the pictures that pair of agents had confiscated last night. Including a lot of his daughter naked.

"Skye Anna Coulson! You get back here right now."

"Dad!"

"No you listen. What were you thinking going skinny-dipping? Not only could you have caught some awful disease you risked having naked pictures all of the front pages. Now you get back here right now."

"No! You listen to me Dad. I'm fed up of always being told what to do. I want my life back. I'm going to that fair. I'll be back in time for the flight on Sunday."

He heard the click on the line.

"Find her. Bring her back." He ordered John.

Slamming the phone down Skye stared at it for a few seconds. She couldn't believe it. Why did he never listen? Well she was going to that fair.

"Everything alright?"

Ward was still there, watching her carefully. He had clearly just seen her slam the phone, though whether he had heard the conversation she didn't know.

"Fine. Anyway this is where I'll say goodbye. Thank you for everything."

"Where are you heading now?"

"Manchester for a computer fair."

"You're travelling on your own."

"I'm a big girl Grant. I can cope with catching a train. Besides Sharon my friend will be at that fair."

"But you're in a different country. Let me come with you."

"Why?"

"I want to help."

"You have a thing for me."

"No! I don't have a thing for you. I just don't think you should be travelling on your own when you don't know the country."

"There is such thing as the internet Grant. I'll be fine."

"I'm coming with you."