The thing about Skye
I did a Fitz with trauma in the vent, so then I had to do a Jemma one
"Fitz said I might find you up here."
Daisy looks up, taking in Jemma's slightly mused hair (probably from climbing through an air vent for who knows how long in order to find her), and snorts.
"Fitz is a blabber mouth."
"Please, it's me. Of course he told me."
"True," Daisy allows, setting her laptop to the side as Jemma crawls even closer and flops down into Daisy's blankets with a little huff of relief.
"You've been disappearing up here more often, lately," she says in her falsely light voice that always grates on Daisy's nerves for the sheer fakeness of it.
Daisy shrugs, looking around her current nest, boxed in by gleaming metal, and the hum vibrating all around her. "I like it here. The vibrations are nice."
Jemma glances up, letting her head tip to rest on Daisy's shoulder. "It's not because you're trying to get away from everyone?"
"No," she allows a slight smile. "Well, not anymore. Most of the time. I just… I can feel everything in the base from up here." Daisy closes her eyes, feeling the vibrations against her back, under her legs, through the body pressing into her side. "May is obliterating new recruits on the mats right now. Fitz is in the lab. Mack is tinkering in the garage. And… Coulson is pacing in his office."
Daisy opens her eyes again, to find Jemma staring openly at her in amazement. "You can tell all that just from being up here?"
She licks her lips nervously, wondering if she's about to get dragged down into the lab to test the extent of her powers. "Well, I can normally tell all that from anywhere in base- it's just so much clearer up here. I… it settles something in me, knowing where you guys are- that you're safe."
Jemma melts, looking at her much more like a friend rather than one of her lab experiments. She settles down resolutely, arms wrapping around Daisy's waist and head tucked into her neck- like she doesn't have a million and one projects going on at once right now. Like small spaces don't make her nervous after being locked in a box at the bottom of the ocean.
"I get anxious too, sometimes," Jemma sighs, correctly interpreting what Daisy isn't outright saying. "Especially when I wake up and I'm alone- and I think I might be on Maveth again. Sometimes I'm in the middle of the lab, and I still feel like I need to go find one of you- to reassure myself- even though I know logically that I'm not there anymore. That the portal is destroyed and… Yeah, I get it."
A fresh surge of unease and panic races through Daisy, and her powers come to call, searching out and humming more insistently against Jemma's skin strongly enough that she's probably able to feel it. Daisy grasps at her friend, pulling her closer and burying her nose in her hair.
Jemma was gone for six months. Daisy couldn't reach her, couldn't feel her, didn't know if she was alive or dead. Jemma was basically alone except for Will (Daisy has mixed feelings about Will, but she's mostly just grateful to him).
No, Daisy doesn't get the monopoly on trauma and anxiety. It was Jemma that was alone- Jemma that had to survive- Jemma that was left stranded having lost everything good and familiar and safe (Daisy still felt like she lost a hell of a lot that was good and familiar and safe- especially when May left, too).
Jemma gets it. Of course she does.
Daisy hates that Jemma gets it. Does she feel it in her soul and as constantly and permanently as Daisy does- like it's a part of who she is- her very character?
Jemma lets loose a sigh of relief against Daisy's shoulder, and Daisy is glad she can do this, at least, when it normally feels like she can't do anything- can never do enough. Daisy won't let anything hurt her family like this again.
A/N: Oh, Daisy, you can't promise that. Especially about these poor, unfortunate, souls. They are cursed.
Have I given up naming chapters? Possibly.
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~Silver~