A/N: I got this idea while watching the big 100th episode (which I loved, but I'm mad that there wasn't any significant Phillinda occurrences…back to that later).

If you haven't seen it, there will be spoilers ahead.

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When Daisy first told Phil her idea, he thought she was crazy.

Of course, Daisy's ideas usually revolved around how much espresso she had drunk that morning, but judging by the fact that they were wanted criminals hiding in the light house, he doubted she had any access to strong coffee.

So…she was just insane then.

"Are you crazy?" He voiced incredulously, stopping in the hall and whipping around, almost knocking into her. "No."

"Come ON." She cried. "It's bad enough that they can't even have their families here. Why can't you make his special for them?"

Daisy," He raised his hand to stop her, "there's a difference between wanting to do something special and trying to do something suicidal. You're not going into town, and that's the end of it."

He turned away and continued down the hall. She shook her head, and jogged to catch up with him.

"I'm not saying we all go into town. I'm saying Jemma and I, and maybe May." She got in front of him and forced him to stop walking to look at her. "We'll keep our heads down, get in and get out. No funny business."

He looked at her for a moment, face tired and deflated. She wondered briefly if he was in pain as he crossed his arms.

"Give us an hour. That's it." She pleaded with him. She was wearing him down, she could tell. "If we find something, great. If not, we pull out. Please."

He took in a deep breath, thinking deeply. "What does May think about this?"

"She's on board.." She replied, but she could tell by the look he gave her that he knew she was totally bluffing. "Ugh, fine, I didn't ask her yet. Thought I'd ask dad before mom." She replied teasingly. She felt a bit victorious when a slow smile spread across his face.

"Ask May. If she says yes-"

"Ask me what?" It seemed Melinda had caught the last part of their conversation as she made her way to her room. She stepped out into the hallway and placed her hands on her hips, expression neutral.

Now comes the hard part…convincing May Daisy thought to herself. She took a step towards her SO and folded her arms across her chest nervously.

"There is a thrift store not too far from here. We wanted to go find Jemma a dress…for the wedding." Daisy explained. She shifted her weight.

"They also wanted you to go with them." Phil glared at the young agent. "I told them no."

"Why not?"

Daisy looked up at Melinda, jaw dropping. She was actually agreeing to it? "Who are you and what have you done with May-"

"You would let them go, knowing they could be put in prison?" Phi's voice rose up defensively, overlapping Daisy's.

"Phil-" she raised a hand, stopping them both,"this is her wedding day." Although her face remained stoic, her eyes softened when she looked at him. "As long as we stay quiet, no one will know we are there."

Coulson and Melinda locked eyes, fighting it out silently, until he finally shook his head and relented.

"Daisy, you have an hour. No more, no less." She nodded eagerly to his conditions like a child you was being allowed to go play with friends. "Melinda, don't let them do anything stupid."

"Wouldn't dream of it." She replied with a smirk. "Daisy, go get Jemma. We leave in five."

Daisy nodded and went running off to find the bride-to-be.

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Half an hour later, after getting turned around and Jemma forgetting her wallet, the three ladies found themselves in Fairytale Thrift Shop, a bigger-on-the-inside hole-in-the-wall place that was run by two older ladies, both of whom seemed too invested in their soap operas to pay attention to their shoppers.

It was nice not having someone stare at them, or whisper behind their backs. The soft, lilting tune pf classical music was the only thing that disturbed the quiet.

The three split off, each heading to separate racks of clothes to try and find the perfect dress. There were several close calls in the first half hour. At one point, Jemma was even convinced that she had found the one, but a stain down the front of it turned her off.

It started as trying to find something white, then it widened to trying to find any color dress, and finally, they became desperate and looked for anything formal at all.

"I was hoping we'd be able to find something…I hate to think I've let her down." Daisy thought out loud to May as they rifled through the clothing racks. She glanced over at Jemma, who was doing the same a few rows down. May hummed her reply, not saying anything. She kept her gaze on the rack, but she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Daisy had turned to look at her, brow furrowed.

"What?"

"Nothing…I'm just…" She paused and stepped back. "I'm trying to figure out what you would wear."

Melinda scoffed and turned to look at her, eyebrow raised. "What?"

"For your wedding? I mean, Andrew said you eloped but…I can still see you as a kind of bridezilla." She shrugged nonchalantly. A few years ago, she would have been terrified to even bring it up, but now…how times had changed.

"I was not the bridezilla in that relationship." Melinda grumbled, also returning to her rack, but Daisy whipped around to stare at her wide-eyed.

"Wait, seriously?" Daisy laughed.

"Andrew wanted the big white wedding. He was always talking about it-going on about the perfect venue, even tried to pick out my dress for me." She scoffed. "We went to Vegas for a case, I convinced him to elope."

Daisy laughed, a true, genuine laugh. It was nice to hear, seeing as how the last few days had been hell on Earth. Melinda found herself smiling.

"It's good to see you smile." Daisy had suddenly grown serious, watching her S.O. closely. She knew how much it hurt her that Coulson was dying…she couldn't imagine what that knowledge was doing to May.

Melinda didn't respond for a moment, her face falling at the thought. "It's good to have something to look forward to." She pulled away from the clothing, having gone through her entire rack and not finding anything worthwhile. Jemma was such a pipsqueak like her…finding good clothes that would fit would be difficult.

As if reading her mind, the timer on her phone went off, alerting them that it was time to go.

Jemma came to join them, and the trio made their way towards the front.

"Hey, wait, Jemma." Something had caught Daisy's eye.

Behind the front desk, a small white dress hung over the back of the chair. As though noticing her gaze, one of the clerks stood and picked the dress off the back of the chair.

"There was a hole in it, but I haven't had the chance to mend it." Said the old woman, laying it out on the counter.

Jemma let out a mesmerized breath, taking the fabric and running it through her hands. Daisy smiled watching her, watching her eyes begin to glisten.

"There's bound to be a sewing kit somewhere on base." Melinda interjected. "We could fix it up." She looked at Jemma, but the girl didn't reply. "I think we'll take it." She told the clerk.

Without even hesitating, she took out her wallet and paid for the dress, despite the wide-eyed looks the girls were giving her.

"May-" Jemma's voice faded before she could finish her statement. Melinda led them back outside to the truck, saying nothing. Once they were outside, Jemma practically ran into her arms.

"Thank you." She murmured into Melinda's jacket.

"Of course." Melinda replied back softly.

It was customary for a mother to go dress shopping with her daughter…but it this case, it was close enough.

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A/N: Idk man...Not sure about this one...