Feb 11, 2022
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[begin ID: a screenshot of daisy johnson and jemma simmons from agents of shield. they’re sitting at a bar and laughing together. there is a screenshot of a tweet that says “something really lgbt happened to me.” end ID]
the sweetest moment is sharing “i love yous” while high with your best friend ♡
"i never meant to hurt you" + daisy jemma
“I never meant to hurt you.”
Skye laughed though it lacked any amusement. “Could’ve fooled me.”
“Skye,” Jemma breathed, twisting her fingers together before her. She stepped further into the Cage, closer to Skye who sat on the cot. “I’m sorry. I was completely out of line. I was just- I was just so scared.”
“I’m scared too,” Skye said, blinking rapidly. She crossed her arms before wincing and resting them on her lap. “This is happening to me. This- this I don’t even know what it is.”
“That scares me too,” Jemma admitted. “That we don’t know. That I can’t figure it out. I don’t- I don’t want you to-” end up like Trip “-get hurt.”
Skye held up her compressed wrists, showing her fingers still splotched purple and blue. “Too late for that.”
“I’m so sorry. I’m trying everything I can to help, but I’ve never seen anything like this before. I don’t know what to do, and that isn’t fair to you.”
“You don’t have to try and fix me.”
“I’m not trying to fix you!” Jemma exclaimed, startling both herself and Skye as her voice reverberated around the room. She quieted and continued. “Not anymore. By now I realize that this is a part of you and even though I don’t understand it yet I still love you and want to keep you safe.”
Skye frowned. “But you still want protection from me.”
“You’d never hurt me,” Jemma said with complete conviction. “I know that. But we don’t know hardly anything about this new ability of yours or what it could do besides break glass and shake a plane.” She gestured to Skye’s arms. “I know these seem like I’m trying to force it away with those sleeves, but I’m trying to help you control it. I’m doing everything I can to find a way. I don’t want it to hurt you any more than it already has.”
When Skye didn’t reply, Jemma took a seat on the cot, keeping her hands primly in her lap no matter how much she wanted to reach out.
“You mean a lot to me, Skye,” she said. “I shouldn’t have said what I said earlier. Being scared isn’t an excuse to be cruel.”
It took a moment, but Skye met her eyes. “Thank you.”
Jemma nodded. The Cage fell silent. It was unnerving. But then Jemma perked up, shifting slightly on the bed to reach into the pocket of her oversized jumper, pulling out a plastic baggie. “I did manage to bring you something other than pain medication,” she said, digging into the bag. “I had to sneak it in.”
Jemma held up an oreo with a small, hopeful smile. “Forgive me?”
Skye stared at her for a moment before nodding. “Yeah.” She scooted over on the cot in wordless invitation which Jemma quickly accepted. She laid beside Skye, handing her the cookie and a plastic baggie full of them. Skye took them. “I’m surprised you’re allowing me to have these, Doctor Doctor Simmons.”
Jemma bit back her grin. They were okay. “Yes, well, I suppose once in a while can’t hurt. Although I can’t understand why you don’t enjoy the gluten-free biscuits I bought.”
“They taste like cardboard, Jems.”
“They do not!” Jemma huffed. She held out a hand for the cookie bag. “Give it here.” Skye surrendered it but not before taking out another oreo. “These are quite good.”
Skye grinned. “Better than gluten-free biscuits?”
“Undecided.”
“Uh huh.” Skye took another cookie, biting into it and idly brushing the crumbs that fell onto her shirt. “If May catches us she’ll make us change the sheets.”
Jemma groaned. “And sweep. I guess that’s the price we have to pay.”
“Only if she catches us.”
“She’ll know anyhow.”
Skye hummed, biting into another cookie. “You know how Hunter eats these? He twists the cookie apart and eats everything individually like a psychopath.”
“Ugh.” Jemma grimaced. “Then he licks the icing off.”
“Like this?” Skye stuck her tongue out obscenely and dragged it up the icing part of the cookie, waggling her eyebrows.
“Skye! Gross!”
Skye was laughing, a full belly laugh that made Jemma laugh as well. Skye breathed out one last giggle before whispering, “I’ve missed this.”
“I’ve missed this too.” If Jemma closed her eyes, she could imagine the steady hum of the Bus’ engines, cuddling with Skye in her too-small bunk all while feeling completely safe. Now the only place she felt safe on the Bus was in the Cage, and even then she was afraid Hydra would jump out. It was ridiculous, but Jemma curled closer to Skye.
In turn, Skye shifted to face her. “Thanks for the cookies,” she said. “And for apologizing. I’m sorry I kept it from you.”
“Skye, no,” Jemma sighed. “You had every right to. I- no reaction I would have had would have been good, and you don’t deserve that. Thank you for forgiving me.”
Skye nodded, munching on an oreo. “You think we should brush our teeth?”
“No, Doctor Doctor Simmons says one night without brushing is fine.” Jemma poked Skye’s side who choked on her oreo at the unexpected tickle. “Pass me a cookie.”
“Maybe we should call you Doctor Doctor Bossy instead.”
“Maybe I should just take the rest of these with me when I leave.”
“No, Jemma,” Skye whined. “May would find the bag.”
“She’d think you snuck out.”
“As if I’m sneaking around anywhere with these fingers,” Skye said, wiggling her fingers in Jemma’s face who huffed. “I’d rat you out.”
Jemma gasped. “You wouldn’t.”
Instead of answering, Skye tickled Jemma’s side who squealed, twisting away. With a laugh, Skye stopped and flopped back beside Jemma, curling into her. She rested her cheek on Jemma’s shoulder, sighing as Jemma tipped her head to touch hers. “Are you leaving soon?”
“Not if you want me to stay.”
Skye grinned and instantly, Jemma felt like it was a year ago, and everything was different. Simpler. “We can have a sleepover like we used to.”
“Except this one is in the Cage,” she pointed out.
“It isn’t so bad,” Skye said. “Just lonely.”
Jemma swallowed the cookie remains and sudden emotion she felt. Skye shouldn’t be isolated like this, not away from the team, their family. She set the cookie bag between them and shifted closer to Skye, who carefully tucked an arm across her waist with a happy hum. “Well, it won’t be tonight.”
Daisy/Jemma, Holiday baking
for @dwyn5002
“Did you check the oven temperature?” Jemma asked, sliding the last of the sugar cookie cutouts onto the cookie sheet.
“I set the oven temperature…three-fifty, right?” Daisy dipped her finger into the bowl of sprinkles.
“Okay, but the oven’s a bit wonky…you need to check the internal thermometer to make sure it’s right,” Jemma countered.
Daisy huffed in mock annoyance and quickly padded over to check. “Internal says…three-fifty. Oh unknowable universe…”
“Shush you,” Jemma pecked her cheek as she placed the sheet into the oven. “Snarky-mouths don’t get any cookies.”
Daisy grinned. “That’s not been my experience at ALL.”
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