Daisy was escorting Jemma to the Walgreens mid-mission on a snack gathering mission of the highest importance. The team was fresh off of a particularly stressful fight that had drained the teams' Inhumans physically and emotionally. They had already obliterated every crumb of food on the Bus. Jemma had offered to do the shopping, but no one had wanted to allow her to go alone. Especially not at two o'clock in the morning.
Out of everyone on their team, Jemma always appeared to be the most vulnerable. Daisy and Fitz were likely the only ones who could see the depth of Jemma's strength. Daisy doubted if Jemma had an idea. She had known for a long time. Daisy had long been able to see it there in the doctor's eyes.
"I'll be here. Yell if you need me." Daisy said, sitting on a chair near the front door with a wince.
"I'll try to be quick. You really should be back home resting. I would have been fine on my own." Jemma replied with a rather aggravated expression.
"I didn't want to risk it. I know you are a fully capable and well-trained SHIELD agent but there is also a reason we are sent out in pairs... to watch one another's backs. However, my back is still really worn out, so I'm going to watch yours from here, okay?"
Daisy's grin was tired but impish in a manner that reminded Jemma of Skye. The mischievous young tech wiz whose loneliness ran deeper than any of them could imagine, the girl who hacked SHIELD for kicks and made a family out of the most eclectic group of secret agents and scientists ever formed. Jemma missed that girl every day, but she had grown to love the Daisy edition as well. She was new and different but she was still the same person in the ways that mattered most. Jemma knew she should have realized the truth sooner.
"Okay, sit tight." Jemma sighed and patted Daisy's shoulder gently. "I'll pick up some heavy duty ibuprofen while I'm at it."
Daisy did her best to not watch the rhythmic sway of Jemma's hips as she walked away. They werethere and very hard to look away from. She was very over her crush on Jemma. Daisy hated her crush on Jemma. It made things much more odd than necessary.
She tried her best to keep her giggles to herself as she watched Jemma dance through the aisles of CVS. Some trashy pop song was playing over the speakers and Daisy hated it. She loved watching Jemma though. The scientist seemed relaxed and happy for once. Daisy didn't care she couldn't dance or that the song was pretty much a garbage fire; she was enjoying seeing the girl she loved enjoying herself.
