AN: If you have good prank ideas feel free to pm me.

The first week of classes had just ended; it was Friday evening, and Jemma sat down in her room, exhausted. She knew that part of it was definitely the jet lag, but the massive amounts of work weren't doing her any favors. The BioChem cadet had been up late every night that week dutifully completing her homework and struggling not to give in to her internal clock begging her to go to sleep at 8pm each night as she attempted to force herself to adjust to the new time zone. The lack of a study buddy wasn't helping much either. Addison tended to not like to be seen with her outside of class and Fitz just genuinely didn't seem to like her. She'd tried to strike up a few conversations with the young man over the past few days, but any questions were met with short, vague answers. Most conversations continued to consist of short commands to each other in lab.

Jemma did try not to let these things get to her. She'd expected that making friends would be difficult because of the age gap, but she had somewhat hoped that she and Fitz could stick together. As the week had gone on though she was starting to think that she didn't particularly care for him either. He always seemed to be trying to one-up her. Clearly the competitiveness between them wasn't gone.

Jemma groaned and curled up in bed for a moment, checking her phone. She'd exchanged numbers with both Addison and Fitz despite their reluctance because at least they could agree to have mutual respect for one another's intelligence.

Reflections over the past week brought Jemma's mind to the lowest moments of her week: the continued pranks. She could only hope that they would reside as everyone settled in and became more focused on their schoolwork. While she could be mistaken, more pranks seemed to be focused on her and Fitz than anyone else.

On Wednesday, Jemma opened her door and walked straight into a large fake spiderweb that had been placed over her door and concealed using a one-use cloaking device someone had attached to the wall. Once again, she had almost been late to class as she struggled to deal with the fake web stuck to her clothes, hair, and face. The laughter from down the hall at her scream of surprise hadn't helped either.

This morning she couldn't help but wonder how many of them were working on this as she couldn't imagine a single person having enough time to pull this off. Upon opening her door, she found the hallway lined with cups of water, placed just close enough to where one couldn't step around them. She had seen where farther down the hall other students had just knocked the cups over, leaving a mess. Reluctantly, she'd had to do the same and spent the day walking around with wet shoes and socks.

Jemma's reflections on the week's events were broken by a knock at her door. She frowned uncertainly and went to look through the peephole, not trusting that it wouldn't be someone with a new prank. A small smile crossed her face when she realized it was just Addison and she opened the door.

"Hey, Simmons, a couple of the girls and I were heading out tonight. You wanna come?" the blonde asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Oh, um, I guess. Out where? Dinner?" Jemma hesitated.

"Well, kinda. More like drinks and snacks maybe. Bit of a party scene," Addison shrugged.

"Sure? Let me just grab some shoes," Jemma decided after a moment and walked over to her closet.

"That what you're wearing?" Addison followed her into the room and plopped down on the bed, not caring if she was invited in or not. Jemma didn't particularly appreciate the lack of respect for her space, but there was little point in saying anything now.

"Should I wear something different...?" the younger woman asked uncertainly.

"Definitely. You look like a nerdy kid," Addison grinned, her tone a mixture of seriousness and teasing.

"I don't own much different..." Jemma frowned, thumbing through her clothes.

"Just undo a couple buttons on your blouse then," Addison sighed, a bit disappointed. She and her friends were trying to see how far they could push the kid out of her comfort zone.

"Um... alright," Jemma obliged, doing as she was told and slipping some shoes on. She grabbed her small purse and her keys and turned to the older woman. "Ready, I guess?"

Addison grinned and bounced to her feet, grabbing Jemma by the wrist and half leading, half dragging her out the door. Jemma stopped long enough to lock the door behind her before letting the blonde lead her down the hall, to the elevator, and outside to where two other girls were waiting.

"This is Sierra and Chelsea," Addison said, pointing to a redhead and a brunette in turn.

"You convinced the kid to come, Victoria!" Sierra laughed, giving Jemma a once over.

"Victoria?" Jemma asked confused.

"My first name. The last name gig is mostly just for classes, yea?" Victoria shrugged. "Girls, this is Jemma Simmons. Seventeen-year-old extraordinaire!" the blonde added with a slight laugh, giving Jemma a little push forward.

Chelsea caught the British girl as she stumbled and steadied her. "Heard a lot about you from Victoria. Hope you're prepared for tonight!"

"Sorry, but what about tonight?" Jemma pushed her hair back behind her ear.

"You'll see!" the other three girls exclaimed in unison and laughed before leading the way. After a few feet they pulled Jemma up to walk with them and chattered amongst themselves as they made their way through the school. Jemma was thoroughly confused as to where they were going and why they were going through the school. They finally stopped in front of a door with a sign that read 'Boiler Room.'

"The boiler room?" Jemma frowned confused. This had to be a prank. Why would they be taking her here of all places? She tried to back away but Chelsea and Sierra caught her arms as Victoria opened the door.

"It's more like a club," Victoria explained, leading the other three girls down the stairs. The music from the Boiler Room bled up the stairs. The older girls seemed confident enough but Jemma froze for a moment, forgetting to move until they grabbed her hand and pulled her with them down the stairs. Victoria may not have been entirely honest about there being snacks.

The noise and the dancing were admittedly overwhelming to Jemma, she'd never been anywhere like this before. The other three didn't seem to care at all and went straight to get drinks. Jemma followed hesitantly, wrapping her arms around herself nervously as she tried to navigate the crowd of people moving around her. One or two bumped into her and she gasped slightly, anxious that they'd say something about her being there. No one really seemed to care though.

The older trio got drinks for themselves and an extra drink and grabbed Jemma, dragging her off to the only empty table which was near the middle of the room. The four girls sat down around the table and Victoria slid the extra drink over to Jemma who stared at it with wide eyes. She'd had a small glass of wine before with her parents at dinner once or twice but she'd never had a serious drink before and she didn't even know what this was.

"I-I don't drink... sorry, thank you thought," Jemma said quietly, looking around and trying to take everything in.

"Aw, c'mon, Jemma, just try it! It's not that bad. And better now with us, right?" Victoria grinned, taking a sip of her own drink.

"Lot more fun that way," Sierra added.

"And besides, you don't want everyone to think you're just a kid who doesn't get any of this, right? Cause that's what most people think right now anyway," Chelsea shrugged and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"But I mean... that's kinda what I am. I'm just smart. And I thought that would be valued here. I thought we were all here to learn about Shield and all..." Jemma looked down, uncertainty shining in her eyes.

"We are, of course, but it's no fun if we're all serious all the time. Lighten up a little, kid, we could all stand to get a break," Chelsea rolled her eyes.

"I-I guess..." Jemma replied reluctantly and picked up the drink. She sniffed it and made a face. "what is this?"

"Long island iced tea with some strawberry to make it sweeter," Victoria smiled.

"Sweeter?" Jemma frowned.

"It's usually really bitter, way less fun when it's that bitter," Sierra explained.

"Then why would you drink it at all?"

"Oh, stop stalling," Chelsea sighed.

"Alright, alright, I guess a little won't hurt," Jemma hesitated and took a sip of the drink, immediately making a face. "Ick!"

The trio laughed and watched the younger girl who was looking between them all with an expression of mild distress. "It gets better once you're used to it," Victoria insisted, drinking some of her own.

Jemma scrunched of her nose and closed her eyes before drinking a little more. The initial shock being gone did make it a little better. It still wasn't great though. Why was she doing this? Oh. Right. To prove she wasn't just the kid. She didn't have much of a reference as to how strong this type of thing was, but it seemed pretty strong to her. She wished suddenly that they had food. She'd heard that you should have food and she hadn't eaten since lunch hours ago. That probably wasn't her best idea. The other three were still giggling.

"How you feeling?" Chelsea grinned, pulling Jemma out of her thoughts. The younger girl blinked and shrugged, a little confused, before swallowing more of her drink.

Jemma paused to make a face again and set the drink down for a moment. "Victoria said there'd be snacks?" she asked hopefully.

"There's some pretzels," Sierra piped up and pushed a bowl across the table.

Jemma stared at the bowl confused. Where did that come from? Maybe she just didn't notice it. She picked a few of them of them and ate them slowly, looking around and contemplating the others. Maybe she shouldn't be here. She frowned and sipped her drink, not entirely thinking about it. She blinked and scrunched up her face again before getting up.

"I think I should go lay down," Jemma mumbled, blinking to focus her vision. She knew she hadn't actually had a lot to drink, at least, she didn't think she had. The combination of not eating and half of what seemed to her like a large, strong drink was definitely making her dizzy though.

"Aww, c'mon, Jemma. You don't have to go back yet!" Victoria insisted.

Jemma shook her head "n-no... I should go. Good night," she murmured and walked away. The bodies dancing around her made navigating even more difficult and she nearly fell a couple of times. She found the stairs and made her way up and into the hall. Jemma blinked, trying to focus, and turned down the hall, keeping one hand on the wall to guide and steady herself.

Slowly but surely, Jemma made her way back to her room. She wasn't walking straight anymore and her vision was incredibly blurred. She fumbled with the keys to her door and dropped them. Cursing under her breath she bent down to pick them up and fell, losing her balance. Jemma tried to get back up but her body felt too heavy. She flopped back down and closed her eyes.

Fitz looked up from his book at the sound of a soft thud in the hallway. He assumed it was probably just someone getting into trouble again with some prank. After a moment he frowned. That wouldn't make sense though. It's the weekend, there's not much to gain from it. He got up and opened the door, pausing when he saw Simmons unconscious in the hall. She seemed to be alone which was really weird and why was she unconscious?

Fitz shook her gently to try and wake her up but she didn't respond. He sighed and picked up her keys, slipping them into his own pocket. He picked her up the best he could and took her into his own room and put her on the bed. He didn't want to leave her unconscious in the hall and risk anyone finding her and getting any ideas. He himself most definitely didn't though he was aware it might look that way. He closed the door and sat back down at his desk on the other side of the room. He didn't want to scare her, but he was also worried about her being on her own if she'd passed out.

He stared down at his book for a moment then sighed and looked back up. Fitz grabbed the trashcan by his desk and set it next to the bed, not sure if Simmons would be able to make it to bathroom if she woke up sick. He sat back down at his desk. His book, while actually a book he was reading because of his own interests, suddenly wasn't interesting anymore. He took her keys out of his pocket and set them on the nightstand beside her and returned once again to his chair.

Another fruitless attempt to read caused Fitz to sigh and swivel his chair to face the TV. He turned it on, keeping the volume low to try not to disturb Simmons, and put on an episode of Doctor Who. Fitz settled back in his chair, content to watch the show until she woke up. He hadn't planned to stay up this long but he figured he didn't have much choice now.

A couple of hours passed and Fitz was disturbed from the uncomfortable sleep he'd fallen into in the chair by Simmons retching into the trash can. He waited until she stopped to turn around, not wanting to embarrass her more. He turned to find her wiping her mouth with a tissue and dropping that into the trash can too.

Jemma froze when she realized who she was looking at and stared at him, blinking erratically. Fitz didn't move giving her time to process. A few moments passed in awkward silence before Jemma looked down and rebuttoned her blouse from when Victoria had told her to undo a couple buttons before. Fitz looked away again for a moment, waiting for her to speak first.

"Wh-what happened?" Jemma croaked, her voice hoarse. Her throat was dry and her head hurt.

"I don't know. I found you unconscious in the hall so I brought you in here to make sure you were ok." Fitz replied, filling a cup with water and setting it next to her. He returned to his chair again, not wanting to crowd her.

"Thanks..." Jemma mumbled gratefully, taking the water and slowly drinking it. She held her head for a moment, closing her eyes and waiting to make sure she could keep the water down. She swallowed again looked up at him.

"I-I promise I didn't do anything to you, if that's what you're thinking. I haven't touched you besides putting you on the bed. I've been over here" Fitz explained anxiously. He didn't want her to think he had any ill intentions and he could already tell that she looked scared and confused.

"Good... I appreciate it..." Jemma groaned covering her mouth for a moment and closing her eyes. She took a few deep breaths and opened her eyes again. "God, you must think I'm a fool," she mumbled.

"No! Of course not, just surprised. I didn't have you pegged as that kind of girl," Fitz shrugged, looking away again.

"I am not!" Jemma sat up indignantly, flinching at the pain in her head from the sudden movement.

"Sure, had me fooled, Simmons."

"Jemma. It's Jemma. And I am not the type of girl to go out drinking but-" Jemma grabbed the trash can, retching again. She coughed and sat it down, finishing the water that was sitting next to her and curled up in Fitz's bed.

"Sorry... Addison and a couple of girls talked me into it... Said everyone would still see me as a kid if I didn't..." Jemma mumbled.

Fitz chuckled "You don't seem like the type to crave validation from people like that."

"I didn't think I was, but I guess I'm wrong..."

"Hey, everyone makes mistakes and this could've been way worse, right? But you're safe and all," Fitz tried to reassure her. He took the water cup and refilled it, handing it back to her. She took it and sipped the water quietly for a moment. Fitz went back to his chair.

"I guess you're right... I'm sorry you're having to deal with me. I-I'll get back to my room. Thank you," Jemma started to get up again, holding her head. The room spun and she laid back down reluctantly, focusing on breathing.

"There you go doing that stereotypical British apologizing thing. You can stay as long as you need, Jemma. I'd hate for you to get hurt somehow on your own if you can't even sit up," Fitz frowned worriedly.

Jemma looked down and nodded reluctantly. "Thank you. I am sorry though..." she mumbled and closed her eyes. "But you need to sleep too."

"I can sleep in my chair or on the floor. A night of it won't kill me. Do you... uh... want more comfortable clothes? I can go get something from your room if you want," Fitz offered uncertainly.

"Please..." Jemma nodded. "My pajamas are in the second drawer on the right. Please don't touch anything else," she looked back up a little anxiously.

"I promise I won't," Fitz replied gently, getting up and picking her keys back up. He left the room and headed to hers, opening the door and going over to her closet, glancing briefly around the room. He smiled when he saw that she had the Harry Potter series on her counter and went back to the task at hand. He found some of her pajamas and headed back to his room, making sure to lock her door.

"Here you go. I promise I didn't touch anything and I won't look" Fitz handed her the pajamas and walked back across the room, keeping his back to her.

"Thank you..." Jemma mumbled and slowly changed into her pajamas and curled back up, her other clothes abandoned on the floor. "I'm decent now," she said quietly.

Fitz turned back around and got up to get her more water so she'd have it if she wanted it. "You're welcome. Get some rest. If you need anything just wake me back up and ask, ok?"

Jemma hesitated and nodded again. She closed her eyes and fell back asleep. Fitz returned to his chair and glanced back at her before closing his eyes to try and sleep.

AN: Hello! Thank you for reading if you've read this far and please leave a review if you liked it, they seriously make my day! Please excuse my lack of knowledge of the effects of alcohol, I've had very little to drink in my life and it was never enough to affect me as it was mostly tasting. Any constructive criticism is as always much appreciated!