From the Ashes

9

Daisy wakes to the sun on her face, unfiltered through the large window in the room. She rubs her eyes and glances around, realizing that she's the first to wake up.

To the right of her, Jensen sleeps in the closet lacking doors. To her left, her duffle bag is the only thing that separates her and Tony. And just below the window, lays Alec.

Daisy doesn't get up for two reasons. The first being that her sleeping bag is warm and the air outside of it is cold. The second reason is that she is in a strange place, where she doesn't really know where she is and doesn't know anyone there. So she lies in her sleeping bag and looks out the window at the rising sun that's already pretty high in the sky.

Eventually, Daisy reaches around her duffle bag carefully to pick up Tony's phone from beside him. She would use her own phone but it died last night and she neglected to bring a charger. Tony has a charger for his phone, but they have different models, so it doesn't do her much good. She turns the device on to reveal his wallpaper of a selfie of him and his brother at a soccer match in Italy. The two of them look ecstatic, a definite contrast to their attitudes toward each other last night. She reads the time above their heads, 10:11 AM. Carefully, she returns his phone next to his sleeping form as to not wake him up.

It's at least thirty minutes before she hears Jensen wake up. He sits up in his sleeping bag while yawning.

Daisy looks over at the waking boy.

"Hey," she whispers, taking in his sleepy state that includes hair resembling that of the iconic owner of the DeLorean.

Jensen rubs a hand down his face while looking over at Daisy who is sitting up against the cream wall. "Hey," he says groggily, his voice coming out deeper than usual.

Daisy makes a humorous noise when Jensen goes to run a hand through his hair. He stops his hand midway through his hair, eyeing the humorous expression of the golden-haired girl.

"What?" he asks her quietly, removing his hand from his head, causing the hair to stick up vertically.

Daisy bites her bottom lip as a laugh threatens to escape. "Your hair," she whispers.

Jensen rolls his eyes at her but smiles and brushes his hands through his hair a couple more times in an attempt to flatten it.

On the other side of Daisy, Tony stirs.

With a grunt, he rolls over onto his stomach and checks his phone for the time, his eyebrows rising in shock when finding it is almost eleven o'clock. He throws the covers off of his legs, revealing his tanned skin.

Out of nowhere, a rumbling sound comes from the right side of the room. Tony and Daisy look over to see Jensen with a sheepish smile playing on his lips.

"I think we should go and find some food," Daisy tells them quietly while climbing out of her sleeping bag. She stretches briefly before standing. She walks out of the room with the two boys following closely behind.

Once outside of the room, they can hear many voices coming from downstairs. The rest of the pack sounds like they're up. Their Alpha, however, is still comfortably resting on the floor in his room.

Already knowing her anxiety's spiked, Tony places a comforting hand on Daisy's shoulder. She glances up at him and offers him a small smile.

It warms her heart to know that he still remembers her tendency to get anxious easily, especially around lots of unfamiliar people. She begins to pick at her cuticles--a bad habit she's tried to break her entire life. She's never succeeded.