Chapter 6
Skye's POV
Over the next few weeks May and I become closer and get to know each other better. When we don't have a mission to go on we stay up talking in the cockpit once everyone else is asleep then get up in the morning to do Tai Chi together. No one on the team except Simmons knows that we are even talking to each other because during the day we pretend that nothing has changed. At first I thought it would bother me having to keep being May's daughter a secret but, to my surprise its not I like that we can talk without having to answer any questions about it.
"Skye, tell me….please" May asks she had been begin my to tell her the name the orphanage had given me for the past ten minutes. Shaking my head I take another drink of the wine that Simmons had given us before she had decided to go to bed after spending some time talking to us in the cockpit. "Why not? I will find out somehow" she says and I almost choke on my drink.
"Really and how do you expect to find that? You really think I would leave a way for someone to find out that stupid name" I smirk because, I can tell that she's getting frustrated.
"Come on it can't be that bad" she says
"Fine I'll tell you but, you have to tell me something first" I tell her hope that she will change her mind. "Are you and Ward still sleeping together?" I ask and I've never seen any one do a better impression of a goldfish as her mouth opens and shuts several times before she can get any words out.
"How…what? Did he? How did you know about that?" she asks looking stunned.
"No of course he didn't tell me. We live on the same plane you two are incredibly obvious. You both leave at separate times and take different routes back to the Bus in fact it world probably be less obvious to just come back to the Bus together" I tell her refilling my glass.
"How obvious?" She asks and its clear what she is really asking.
"Don't worry A.C doesn't know and Fitzsimmons are to busy to notice anything not science related. So I guess its not that obvious but you should still be more careful." I tell her. "So is it serious or just…"
"No, its nothing serious" she says draining her glass and I can tell the conversation is making her uncomfortable so I drop it, for now anyway.
"Mary Sue Poots" I tell her. "The name they gave me at the orphanage" I explain to her. Telling someone that name for the first time since I left the orphanage. I turn to face her expecting her to laugh at it but she doesn't.
"Daisy" She says simply. "Thats the name I gave you when you were born" I look down at my hand not wanting her to see that I had started crying after getting another answer I had been searching for years to get.
Waking up in the cockpit with a pounding headache and May still asleep beside me was not a situation I had thought I would find myself in. Thinking back to last night I remember the wine but, after finding out my name the rest was blank. Looking at the time I groaned at shoved May trying to get her to wake up. She instantly sat up asking what was wrong and I pointed at the small clock before covering my eyes really glad that we were at a S.H.I.E.L.D base refueling and not up in the air because I don't think I would be able to handle the sun right now. I could tell May was having the same problem as me.
"Do you remember anything?" she asks I shake my head trying again to remember.
"Nope" I say popping the p. "last thing I remember is you telling me my name. What are we going to do the rest of the team will be up" I ask knowing I wouldn't be able to get past them and back into my bunk.
"I don't know if they ask don't say anything to them let the draw their own conclusion" she says.
"Thats a terrible idea" I say knowing the conclusion I would draw if it wasn't me.
"I know" she says and must be thinking the same thing. "But we cant tell them the truth"
"All of this sneaking around suddenly feels really weird" I tell her standing up. "I feel like I'm about to do the walk of shame" I say walking out the door with May following behind.
Everyones head turns to us as we walk in to the kitchen. Sitting down in my seat I drop my head down to the table focusing on not throwing up because all of their food really stinks.
"Are you hungover?" Ward asks from his seat across from me.
"Not so loud" I tell him as I give him a kick under the table. I hear him mutter an ouch as he bend down to rub his leg and I smirk.
"How are you this hungover? The bottle I left you with was barely half full." Simmons asks from beside.
I shrug sitting up to face her "I honestly don'…" I start to say but suddenly remember being in A.C's office. Hoping I was wrong and it was just a dream I glance over at May. My fear was confirmed when I saw the panic in her eyes.
"It's your fault" May and I both yell at each other well standing up knocking our chairs to the ground. Everyone including Ward flinches at the sudden out burst and stares at us in shock, well more at May then at me.
"No, your the one that brought it up" I yell at her
"Yes but, your the one that suggested we go get it" She yells back surprising everyone. Except Simmons who has also been seeing this side of May more instead of just the robot spy.
"You told me where it was hidden" I tell her.
"You picked the lock"
"You stood guard"
"Well you drank it" We both yell the same words again. I wonder if this if how Fitzsimmons feel I think to myself.
"You two better not have done what I think you've done" A.C stands up looking angry but slightly amused. "You did not steal from my stash" he yells and poor Fits flinches looking a little sacred which Simmons notices. May and I look guiltily down at our feet. "My office both of you" He says and turns to leave but the smell had finally got to me and I had to run to the bathroom.
May's POV
Skye went running of to the bathroom as Phil went up to his office. I was about to make sure Skye was alright but Simmons gave me a nod before getting up and following her friend. Following Phil I was a little annoyed that Skye had abandoned my to deal with Phil but, I pushed the thought away releasing that I had pretty much abandoned her, her whole life even though she assures me daily that it was not my fault. Closing the door behind me I collapsed in to the seat in front of Phil's desk.
"How did just the two of you manage to drink this much?" he asks looking through the remains his stash of alcohol that he which he cared about almost as much as Lola. Oh god we touched Lola I think to myself.
"High alcohol tolerance" I shrug.
"Whats going on with you two? I haven't seen you act like this in years" He tells me.
"She remained me of myself, back when I was her age" I say honestly because, Skye and I were oddly similar and being around her was bring out more of the old me.
"Well as much as I like seeing this version of you again, You have to be more responsible. Skye barely follows the rules as it is and she doesn't need you encouraging her" he says and I internal laugh at the situation he had no idea how awkward the situation really was. I had just gotten drunk with my daughter which was bad enough without getting called to the principles office. Hearing a knock on the door and realizing it must be Skye I get up to leave.
"I'll distract him you clean up Lola" she whispers as she walks past and I can't help but smile at how much we actually are alike.