Brynn was fretting around the base. Again. But this time it seemed different. She was really worried. Skye couldn't figure out what it was…Bobbi and Hunter were perfectly fine…Coulson made grilled cheese three times that week…and Ward hadn't knocked over her immaculate Lego tower (which was even taller than Mack) even once. (Coulson bought the Legos for Brynn when she was pestering him about being bored one day, but everyone knew that Coulson played with them every now and then. He forgot to close the blinds in his office.)

At the present, Brynn was curled up on the couch, reading a large binder full of science lectures that Simmons had written up in one night. Skye hoped that the overly-excited scientist hadn't included any of those thirteen syllable words she and Fitz threw at each other during one of their heated arguments. Every now and then Brynn would look up hesitantly from her book, and then grip her book harder and start reading so intensely that Skye began to think that maybe she replaced the lectures with Captain America stories.

"Hey Brynn!" Hunter chirped happily as he flopped down beside Brynn, making her scream and throw her binder at him in fright.

"Woah, woah. Calm down! Yeesh, this binder is huge!"

"Shhhh!" Brynn shoved a pillow on his face.

"I'm not the one who was screaming!" Hunter protested, ripping the pillow off.

"Hush!" demanded Brynn frantically.

"Okay, okay!" whispered Hunter. "What in the world is going on?"

Brynn didn't answer, but instead pointed to the calendar on the wall. Hunter stared at it stupidly for a while.

"…Okay? There's a picture of a cat… Honestly, why did you insist on the cat calendar? We're a bunch of grown agents, and every day, we see a fluffy, fat cat staring down at us! I mean, a calendar featuring all the newest machine guns would—"

He was silenced by a nudge from Brynn, and she pointed once again to the calendar.

"What?!" he sighed, exasperatedly, "Let's see. It's Friday, September 13th. It's the second Friday of September. It's September thirteenth. It's Friday the thirtee—"

"Don't say it!" yelped Brynn, shoving another cushion onto his face.

"Ridiculous!" muttered Hunter under the pillow. "Just finish your science homework and stop fretting over a silly date, or Simmons will assign you extra homework."

He promptly turned over and went to sleep. Brynn sat on his back and continued anxiously reading her science lecture.

"Alright!" said Coulson, once the team had gathered in his office, "Skye, you had some news?"

"Yes sir! We will be adding another member to this team. Lincoln has finally decided to join SHIELD!"

The whole room erupted into applause and cheers, except Brynn. She glared suspiciously at the picture of the Inhuman on the wall.

Very suspish…Very suspicious indeed. She thought to herself. As the rest of the team chattered away happily, she scooted out of the room and ran to her bunk.

"This is terrible!" she gasped as she slammed the door shut, "So terrible!"

"What's wrong Brynn?" asked Bobbi, "You've been really upset all day. Is something worrying you?"

"Nope!" squeaked Brynn, "Nothing at all, I'm perfectly fine! Okay? I'm fine!"

She chewed intensely on her piece of bacon and sat herself firmly in a chair. "See? Fine!"

Bobbi shrugged and decided not to meddle, so she went off to cook herself some bacon.

Skye came into the kitchen, laughing with FitzSimmons.

"I'm so excited Lincoln's coming!" she said excitedly. "He's going to be such a great addition to this team!"

Brynn scowled at the laughing trio and scampered off to her bunk. She already didn't like this Lincoln person…he puts off joining SHIELD for so long and suddenly, on Friday the Thirteenth he decides to join? He was definitely up to something. Most definitely. And she didn't like him. Why did Skye like him so much? He was suspicious. And Skye talked about him so much…What if Skye started hanging out with him so much, she forgot about her rookie? Brynn gasped at the thought and glared at the picture of Lincoln on her computer screen.

"There is no way you're staying here!" she growled at the scruffy inhuman, "I'll make sure you stay away."

Lincoln was welcomed to the base with open arms…at least from most of the team. Brynn just gave him a suspicious look and flounced away.

"Is that Brynn?" Lincoln asked rather sadly as he watched Brynn's blonde head running down the hall.

"Ummm…yeah," said Skye awkwardly, "She's acting a little strangely these days. Give it a little time. She'll warm up to you."

Lincoln looked a little forlorn, but brightened up at an invitation from FitzSimmons to join a video game…a decision he later regretted when they totally kicked his butt. Overall, though, he was having quite a nice time and everyone seemed to be very welcoming. Well, everyone except the kid. He hadn't seen her for the whole day.

"She's probably working on her Lego tower," Skye brushed it off, "She's obsessed with that thing."

It didn't make Lincoln feel much better, but Mack offering him bacon dumplings cheered him up.

Lincoln had been on the base for a week, and he had barely seen anything of Brynn. At dinner time, she would rush through her food and quickly leave, after washing her dish. He tried to talk to her a few times, but she would run away to Hunter or Bobbi or Coulson. At last, he gave up trying to have a conversation with her, and resorted to hanging around Skye a lot, which seemed to make that child even colder towards him. Lincoln was very, very confused.

Brynn, on the other hand, was beginning to be less suspicious, but more angry towards him. Who cared if he came on Friday the thirteenth?! He was stealing Skye from her! She furiously slammed Legos down as she teetered on top of a stack of boxes, fuming at the thought of Skye giving Lincoln training lessons right now. Sheesh! Skye even cut one of her training lessons short so she could train that despicable, scruffy man.

"He's doing it on purpose!" she muttered to herself, slamming another Lego down. "He's stealing Skye from me!"

She slammed a Lego down angrily, a little too angrily, and fell off her stack of boxes.

"What in the world?!" Ward poked his head in, "Everything okay?"

"Everything is fine!" Brynn yelled, rubbing her bruised knee. "Perfectly fine, okay?!"

Ward lifted on eyebrow and came into the room.

"Really? There's so much thumping in here, I'd think that Mack was trying to do cartwheels."

"I've just been having a bad day, okay?" Brynn growled, "Can't someone just have a bad day once in a while? Is that too much to ask?!" She furiously climbed the boxes again and reached to pound yet another lego on the tower. Ward grabbed her wrist before she could.

"Come on. I'm your favorite brother. Tell me what's wrong."

"What? I just can't have a bad day? Bobbi, Skye, Simmons, and May ALL get to be moody for a week, but I can't?!"

"That's because you're too young to—never mind," said Ward hastily, "This is about Lincoln, isn't it?"

Brynn stopped short. "Whaaaat?" she asked innocently.

"Come on. Everyone's noticed that you haven't even said one word to him ever since he came to the base."

"So? Maybe I just haven't had the chance to talk to him."

"You have dinner with him every single day."

"Whatever."

"Aha!" exclaimed Ward gleefully, "This IS about Lincoln. Come, tell me what's wrong. Or I'll drag Hunter in this, and you know he always blows things out of proportion to Coulson, and he'll say you have clinical depression or something."

Brynn grumbled and hopped off her boxes and sat beside Ward on the floor.

"Fine. He keeping Skye away from me."

Ward had to cough to stop himself from laughing. "He's…what?"

"Stealing Skye from me!" she shouted petulantly, "Every time I want to talk to Skye, he goes and talks to her, and his training time is taking over some of mine!"

Ward nodded slowly. "Well, he is a new agent, so his training is going to be a little heavier at first."

"So?! And he keeps sitting between Skye and Coulson at dinner, and that was my spot. MINE! And he's ugly. He has a scruffy beard."

"I have a scruffy beard!" said Ward indignantly.

"No, your beard is normal. His is a pathetic excuse for one. I just really don't like him."

Ward didn't really see the reasoning in that, but he decided against trying to reason with Brynn, who had climbed up the boxes to vent out her anger on yet another unfortunate Lego. Then he got an idea…

"Well, you just keep building your Lego tower. I have to go train, okay?"

"Okay. Can I come with you?" she asked, hopping off her boxes.

"Ummm, actually, I'm going to be in the shooting range, so I think it's best if you stay here."

Brynn didn't seem to pout or whine, so Ward quickly left. He ran down the hall in the opposite direction of the shooting range and into the lounge.

"I have solved it!" he shouted jubilantly.

The rest of the team looked up from their discussion.

"What? Never mind what you solved," said Simmons, "We're trying to figure out what's up with Brynn. Don't you think she's been acting very strangely?"

"That's exactly what I've solved!" crowed Ward. Scooting in between Skye and Lincoln. Skye and Lincoln both looked annoyed. Ward suspected that something was going on between them….But whatever! This was more important.

"She is jealous of Lincoln!" he announced. There was a long, awkward silence before Simmons threw a pretzel at him.

"Are you serious?! This is a serious matter! Not a joke!"

"Yeah! I think Brynn has clinical depression!" interjected Hunter.

"I'm not joking. I'm serious. She is jealous of Lincoln. And she does NOT have depression okay?"

Another pretzel hit his head. "What does Lincoln have that anyone could be jealous of?" asked Hunter.

"Hey!" Lincoln threw a pretzel at Hunter.

"It's Skye!"

There was another silence, before nine pretzels hit his head.

"Yeesh, guys, will you stop throwing pretzels at me?!"

"Why would she be jealous of Lincoln over Skye?" asked Bobbi, "It's not like Lincoln and Skye are even dating or something."

"Yeah. Who would date Lincoln?" Hunter butted in.

"Dude, seriously?!"

"You have a scruffy beard!"

"You have a scruffy beard!"

"Stop it with the beards already!" yelled Ward, "Brynn is jealous of Lincoln because Lincoln spends a lot of time with Skye and she thinks he's stealing Skye from her."

Everyone raised their hands to throw pretzels at him, but stopped mid-air as they processed what he was saying.

"Ohhh…." Said Skye slowly. "That makes sense now."

Lincoln looked highly uncomfortable, but rather relieved at the same time.

"Oh, and she thinks Lincoln's scruffy beard makes him ugly," added in Ward.

"What the hell?" spluttered Lincoln, "Why does everyone hate my beard?"

"Don't ask me, it's 'Brynn reasoning.'"

"Well, I don't hate your beard," said Skye sweetly.

Ward looked at the two of them suspiciously. Yup. Something was definitely going on.

"What do I do? I wasn't trying to make her feel left out or something… Should I go talk to her?"

"NO!" shouted everyone at once.

"She would either completely ignore your presence, or she would pelt you with Legos." Explained Simmons.

"You need to entice her with something she loves…" said Ward, "Like…Pranks…ICERS…Candy…Thor…"

"That's it!" yelled Skye.

"Thor? Sorry, but I don't think ugly men with scruffy beards are allowed in Asgard."

"Will you stop?" whined Lincoln.

"Just joking, mate!" laughed Hunter.

"No, not Thor. Pranks. Ask her if she'll help you prank someone, and somehow get candy involved, and bribe her with something sparkly. There's no way she could resist." Ward looked very proud of himself.

Lincoln looked pretty impressed. "So, should I go right now?"

"No. She'll suspect something, since I just talked to her. Do it tomorrow."

"Well then…I think I need to go shopping for sparkly stuff now," sighed Lincoln, "Skye, what's that really annoying store that sells sparkly stuff for little girls?"

"Claire's. I'll go with you!"

The two of them skipped out of the room. Ward was positive that there was something going on between them.

Lincoln took a deep breath as he listened to Brynn slamming Legos down inside the room.

Here goes, he thought, and pushed the door open.

"Holy cow that is a massive Lego tower!" he yelped, taking in the colorful blocks taking up nearly a third of the room.

On the other side, hidden by the tower, Brynn smirked to herself proudly.

"Well, Brynn, I was wondering—" Lincoln flinched as Brynn's hand shot up and slammed a Lego on the top of the tower. "I was wondering if you could help me."

Behind the tower, Brynn was appalled. How dare the scruffy man ask for her service?! She slammed another Lego down.

Lincoln meanwhile was wondering how none of the Legos were broken. "Well, I need help with a prank, and I heard you're really good with them."

Brynn paused her Lego abuse. "Keep talking." She said slowly.

"Well…I was hoping to prank everyone on the base. You know? Besides Coulson and May of course. That wouldn't be a good idea. I wanted to prank Fitz first. We can steal his candy collection."

The top of Brynn's head poked out from the top of the tower.

"If you help me, you get to have these." He held up a pair of sparkly shoes.

Brynn's head popped out from the side of the Lego tower, eye's wide open and gleaming with excitement. Lincoln could swear she turned into the heart-eyes emoji.

"Well….?"

"I'll help you!" she said hastily, jumping down from her boxes and running over to him. "Come to my bunk! I already have an idea!"

She grabbed his arm and dragged him down the hall.

Well that went well, thought Lincoln happily.

He's not as ugly as I thought, thought Brynn.

The pranks, Lincoln concluded, were brilliant. They had not only gotten half of Fitz's candy and shaved Hunter's beard in a hideous pattern, but they had also heard Mack scream and dyed Ward's underwear pink.

But better than all of that, Brynn had officially given him the title of "Funnest Brother" (something which made Hunter very, very jealous).

At the moment, he was lying on the couch with Brynn sitting on his stomach (something he noticed she really liked to do), and listening to her rattle on and on about something to do with Thor and Loki and Muscles.

"And that is why Thor is better than Loki," Brynn finished, "See? Thor is the best."

"Very good reasoning," applauded Lincoln, "Now tell me about that time Hunter tried to get you drunk."

Ward stood by the doorway, proudly observing his handiwork.

"Wow, robot. You did something nice!" said Skye, punching his arm.

"Hey!"

"They're so cute," sighed Skye, leaning against the door.

Ward waggled his eyebrows. "They? As in, Lincoln too?"

"Huh?"

"Awwwwww!" gushed Ward dramatically, "I think you like like someone! You like Lincoln!"

"Whaaaaat?" Skye asked innocently ,"Wha?—psshhh—no—haha—whatwouldmakeyouthinkthat? Psshhhh…noooo…hehehe…gotta go!"

Skye dashed away, leaving Ward laughing behind her. Ward just found himself a new mission.