"Skimmons + "you just gave me the password to your hotspot, we are now best friends" au"
disclaimed
the one where skye really wants a strong wifi connection
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Skye's been lowkey trying to hack into the hotspot listed on her WiFi read out since her flight got delayed an hour and a half ago. Like—she could get by with crappy airport WiFi, but where's the fun in that? She's sure the owner of the hotspot won't mind.
"Ehm—are you trying to hack me?" a very sweet, very polite British voice says from behind Skye.
Maybe the hotspot owner minds.
She slams her laptop shut. "What?" she laughs, running a hand through her hair and turning. "Of course not."
A girl, probably a little shorter than herself, stands before her, lips quirked up in amusement. Her shirt has a little design of what Skye thinks is something science related, if only from the lab coat the character—atom?—is wearing.
"Oh," she sighs. "Shit."
"You," the girl laughs, "obviously need the Internet. D'ya have a pen?" The girl is very pretty, her eyes wide and bright, and her hair curling around her shoulders, and Skye fumbles for a pen that she definitely has. She offers it to the girl, their fingers brushing when she takes it.
She can't just let this be it. This is the type of story you hear about from old people, complaining that they'd lost their soulmate simply because they were too chicken to say anything.
The girl scribbles something down on the bottom of a receipt she's fished out of her pocket. "Here's the password," she murmurs, smiling, handing the paper over to Skye. "Enjoy."
The girl starts to walk away, back to her seat across the walkway, in the gate opposite Skye's. "You're kind of my new best friend," Skye calls after her.
"Hopefully more!," the girl throws back, grinning over her shoulder.
Skye glances down. Flips the receipt over.
There are numbers. Holy shit, there are numbers, followed by a note, in pretty, neat script.
Jemma Simmons
Call me when you get where you're going
Skye looks up to find Jemma Simmons smiling apprehensively at her from across the way. She smiles back. Closes her laptop.