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“Well, I mean, we met on the job,” Daisy pointed out.  “Me doing my thing, you doing yours, government agencies work together all the time.”  She adjusted her neckline a little bit.  “Your family’s not racist or anything, right?  Because that, I will rant about, and there’s no sense trying to talk me out of it because people with those kinds of attitude need to have their opinions changed.”

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Home? for the Holiday

“More problems with daddy and sycophants.” Jemma told Daisy as she wasn’t sure this was a general rule or if her father just hated it when any of his underlings got the idea that his family liked them.

“Well the only locked doors will be locked for personal privacy reasons so good not to going busting in.” Jemma replied still whispering. “No, no talking about where I work specifically.” She warned not even wanting to say the name. “They know I work for a government agency and that it is all secrets and hush-hush. They don’t exactly approve. Daddy thinks I should get a job in the private sector where I can make real money…” 

“While I’m the public face of an entire minority,” Daisy said, tilting her head awkwardly.  “But if they don’t recognize me, I can just say I’m a cybersecurity expert or something, because it’s not wrong.  I have literally only ever met one not-alien who could outhack me and I’m proud to say it was a lot of work for him.”  She meant Fitz, of course, since she hadn’t actually met Tony Stark, though she was pretty sure he could easily do it, too.

“They’ll recognize you,” Jemma said knowingly. Her mum watched a lot of the news, “That doesn’t mean I work for the same place you do,” She whispered on, “After all Quake isn’t just involved with you know what.”

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Which is your morality alignment?

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“While I’m the public face of an entire minority,” Daisy said, tilting her head awkwardly.  “But if they don’t recognize me, I can just say I’m a cybersecurity expert or something, because it’s not wrong.  I have literally only ever met one not-alien who could outhack me and I’m proud to say it was a lot of work for him.”  She meant Fitz, of course, since she hadn’t actually met Tony Stark, though she was pretty sure he could easily do it, too.

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“But like, a cool mom.  Super zen and fun to hang out with once you get out of your shell.  We should play Mario Party later, speaking of.”

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“No, you fooled your mother.” Jiaying told her with a smile, “For that is who I am with you.”

“As far as I’m concerned, you’re both.”  After all, nobody at Afterlife, including Daisy, would be who they were without Jiaying’s guidance.  Her kindness.  Her love.

“But with you, always a mother first.” Jiaying said and clasped Daisy’s hands. “Always.”

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((Pride month so sharing my little picrew portrait))

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“That’s the spirit,” Daisy said with a smile. “That’s what birthdays are for!” She moved the tray to the top of the chest of drawers, and sat down on the bed. “Now the trick with edibles is to wait about half an hour before you decide you’re not feeling it and have another. Eating three pretty quickly is a classic rookie mistake, you have to ease into it.” Daisy snorted. “That’s what she said, am I right?”

MagnitudeTwelve— Daisy peeked in the door. “Psst.” She smiled and skittered in, trying not to be seen, almost. “I brought you something for your birthday. It’s not much, and you should only eat one at a time, but here you are.” She held out a small tray of brownies.

Jemma sat up from her bed in the zepher and looked at Daisy as she scuttled in like a cockroach or something. She had no idea what she was getting at or why she was being weird about sweets. “Ummm… Daisy are you alright?”

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((Discord is acting way more kindly to my internet so if you want to rp over that, let me know so I can shoot an invite))

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“You’re a biochemist, you of all people should know that having fun is mentally healthy, serotonin or something, like how crying is a literal brain detox.” Daisy suddenly realized with a painful shock that she’d learned that from Lincoln, sweet, sad, selfless, short-tempered Lincoln, and how the last time they’d seen each other, she was in no good state to tell him she loved him. Then she realized that all the upbeat energy had been sucked out of her, how badly she missed him, and how short their time together actually had been. Fuck Hive. “So. Are you ready to push the reset button on all the energy you’re wasting on being sad?”

MagnitudeTwelve— Daisy peeked in the door. “Psst.” She smiled and skittered in, trying not to be seen, almost. “I brought you something for your birthday. It’s not much, and you should only eat one at a time, but here you are.” She held out a small tray of brownies.

Jemma sat up from her bed in the zepher and looked at Daisy as she scuttled in like a cockroach or something. She had no idea what she was getting at or why she was being weird about sweets. “Ummm… Daisy are you alright?”

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Daisy put her hands on her hips and frustratedly looked at the ceiling. “I’m your friend.” Sometimes I feel a little more than that, but I’m so not admitting that right now, maybe ever. “I’m not going to let you do something that turns into you ruining everything you have.” She did, however, back off physically, as a sign of respect, not that it really mattered all that much when her powers had a reasonable range, but still, she hoped it helped. “AIDA’s not going anywhere for a while, and everyone’s on edge. We can do this later. I promise. Where is Fitz right now? Is he okay, did she hurt him too?”

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Jemma’s body flew off the floor and into the wall knocking the wind out of her. The fire extinguisher in her hand fell free on contact with the wall clanking to the ground and rolling away loudly against the cement floor of the Playground. Jemma’s head reeled. It  took her a moment to realize what had even happened she was so sure it would never- that Daisy would never ever use her powers on her like that. 

Jemma looked at Daisy her eyes wide. “You- you quaked me? You honestly did it- How could you!?” The cold murder look on her face now took on a look of indignation and absolute heartbreak. 

“If it makes you feel any better, I can’t believe I just did that either,” Daisy said, shaking her wrist. This whole thing was wrong, from AIDA being on the team, even in a probationary way, to Simmons filled with so much hatred, to Fitz stuck in the middle, none of it made any sense, and Daisy wanted it to stop as much as anyone else. Well, maybe not quite as much, considering she wasn’t planning open murder.

  “We need to be smart. Like we were with all those heads of Hydra when we made them turn on each other. It’s the exact same thing.” Please pick up on what I’m saying, now that I quaked some sense into you, she thought desperately.

Jemma was stuck still on the ground her breath coming in little gasps as she recovered from having a diaphragm spasm and her world pulled out from under her. She stared at Daisy as she talked and found she wasn’t really following- all she knew is she wasn’t falling on her knees begging for forgiveness, and since she wasn’t she wasn’t giving it, not a drop of it. 

“Get away from me.” Left her lips, “Get- get the hell away from me.” She was shaking as she tried to get up to her knees.

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Daisy nodded. “That checks out.” God, she used to be so innocent back in the day, never breaking any rules, putting up a fight when she was asked to do so, almost unable to conceive of a good reason why she should. Not at all like Daisy, who had pretty much always hated rules. “Well, you weren’t like that on puffies, and I think you should recreate that, it probably did you a lot of good.”

MagnitudeTwelve— Daisy peeked in the door. “Psst.” She smiled and skittered in, trying not to be seen, almost. “I brought you something for your birthday. It’s not much, and you should only eat one at a time, but here you are.” She held out a small tray of brownies.

Jemma sat up from her bed in the zepher and looked at Daisy as she scuttled in like a cockroach or something. She had no idea what she was getting at or why she was being weird about sweets. “Ummm… Daisy are you alright?”

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“If it makes you feel any better, I can’t believe I just did that either,” Daisy said, shaking her wrist. This whole thing was wrong, from AIDA being on the team, even in a probationary way, to Simmons filled with so much hatred, to Fitz stuck in the middle, none of it made any sense, and Daisy wanted it to stop as much as anyone else. Well, maybe not quite as much, considering she wasn’t planning open murder.

“We need to be smart. Like we were with all those heads of Hydra when we made them turn on each other. It’s the exact same thing.” Please pick up on what I’m saying, now that I quaked some sense into you, she thought desperately.

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Jemma kept walking away, Daisy’s ‘warnings’ not phasing her a bit. Daisy wasn’t going to use her powers on her. Jemma was sure of that. She would go to medical and kill Aida. Fitz and Mack would be upset for a little bit but both would be grateful over time, after what Aida made them experience how could they not be? Coulson might make some speeches but they both know what he did to Grant Ward- he didn’t have a leg to stand on here and they both knew it. She’d been through worse- a lot worse, within the last week really, and with much less reward than the promise of finally getting Aida out of their lives for good. She fully thought she’d left Daisy behind to waffle about the morality of the situation. 

With an enormous woosh and subsequent thud, Daisy unleashed a quake just big enough to knock Simmons to the wall and hopefully daze her.  Not knock her out, not yet, but she wanted to show that she wasn’t kidding around.  Open murder wasn’t the way.  Open murder would mean everything Ward and AIDA wanted for the team was going as planned.  Even as Daisy used her powers, she felt a conflict, because, again, she was definitely on team Kill AIDA, but she was completely in favor of staging an accident that looked like neither negligence that could be blamed on someone nor deliberate murder.  “Not here, Simmons.  Not now.  We’ll work something out, but this isn’t you.”

Jemma’s body flew off the floor and into the wall knocking the wind out of her. The fire extinguisher in her hand fell free on contact with the wall clanking to the ground and rolling away loudly against the cement floor of the Playground. Jemma’s head reeled. It  took her a moment to realize what had even happened she was so sure it would never- that Daisy would never ever use her powers on her like that. 

Jemma looked at Daisy her eyes wide. “You- you quaked me? You honestly did it- How could you!?” The cold murder look on her face now took on a look of indignation and absolute heartbreak. 

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“VPNs and an endless supply of trial Netflix accounts signed up for with disposable gift cards and burner emails. We can totally watch on my phone, or steal—borrow somebody’s tablet.” Daisy finally registered Simmons was nervous. “Or we could just talk about life and stuff.”

MagnitudeTwelve— Daisy peeked in the door. “Psst.” She smiled and skittered in, trying not to be seen, almost. “I brought you something for your birthday. It’s not much, and you should only eat one at a time, but here you are.” She held out a small tray of brownies.

Jemma sat up from her bed in the zepher and looked at Daisy as she scuttled in like a cockroach or something. She had no idea what she was getting at or why she was being weird about sweets. “Ummm… Daisy are you alright?”

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“Well, that came out wrong,” Daisy said.  “It’s not like that, you just--you know what, fuck it, I’ve got pot brownies, okay, and you need to loosen up a little bit, so I thought we could put on some eye candy and get high as fuuuuuck, have ourselves a girl’s night.  Hey, maybe we can watch that new Baywatch disaster, they’ve got lots of hotties.”

MagnitudeTwelve— Daisy peeked in the door. “Psst.” She smiled and skittered in, trying not to be seen, almost. “I brought you something for your birthday. It’s not much, and you should only eat one at a time, but here you are.” She held out a small tray of brownies.

Jemma sat up from her bed in the zepher and looked at Daisy as she scuttled in like a cockroach or something. She had no idea what she was getting at or why she was being weird about sweets. “Ummm… Daisy are you alright?”

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Daisy “Skye” Johnson in Season 6     6x12 “The Sign” & 6x13 “New Life”