The Hacker in the Van

For Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week Day one: Season One Daisy/Skye. This is a Bus Kids bonding fic, the first time they go drinking just after the episode 084.

Skye is impulsive when she drinks. FitzSimmons can hold their liquor. Skye gets jealous of something, she isn't sure what, between the two of them, and starts to enjoy the first real friendship she's had in years.


Skye was so in way over her head.

Infiltrating SHIELD? Who thought THAT was a good idea? Oh right, she did.

Miles had attempted to talk her out of it, talk some sense into her, but did she listen? Of course not. She was Skye, headstrong and never wrong, hacktivist extraordinaire.

Dammit, WHY did she do this?

Now she was living at 10,000 feet above the stable ground with an emotionless she-devil pilot, a robotic specialist asshat, a pair of mad scientist geniuses, and a persuasive walking suit.

But at the moment, Skye is sitting in the bar at the Hub, already quite a bit buzzed, as they wait for the Bus to be repaired after their last… adventure. She's alone, save for the bartender, but she doesn't mind that at all.

It was dangerous, how they kept track of a tab here at whatever SHIELD base that've parked at. Skye was given a name tag ("consultant" it said) and told that all food and drink she purchased on base would be taken out of her pay from that card.

Skye had already lost track of how many drinks she had charged to her card. She's not sure how expensive things are, or even how much she gets paid through SHIELD, but right now she doesn't care. She's trying to wash down her shock from the last few days.

She gets a few more drinks down before she hears a familiar voice, familiar voices, enter the bar. Skye turns around to see FitzSimmons entering the bar, laughing.

Jemma perks up when she sees Skye, "Oh, Skye! Hello! Are you having a drink?" She comes up on one side of Skye, and Fitz settles on the other.

Skye nods, "Or two," she sways a little.

Fitz grins on Skye's other side and pats her hand, "Excellent, after the day we've had, that's what we're here for as well."

"I hear that one," Skye murmurs, bringing her drink to her lips.

Jemma pats Skye's arm, "welcome to SHIELD Skye!"

Hours later, Skye, Fitz, and Simmons are all well on their way to drunk. Simmons' cheeks are rosy, and Fitz's accent is almost completely impossible to understand, but they're laughing. Skye is laughing with them about nothing, about everything.

"And then, then there's 'Agent Grant Ward, Robot Porcupine Extraordinaire!" Fitz rambles. Jemma's head is tilted back in a laugh, a full bellies musical note, Skye notices.

Skye notices other things too, how pretty Jemma's eyes are, how soft her hair is, and how much she and Fitz move like one entity around one another, the kind of movement that only comes from a true connection with another person. Skye feels a spike of jealousy at the two, and she isn't sure why.

"Hey, Skye," Fitz interrupts Skye's thoughts and she starts. She's quite drunk by now.

"Yeah, Fitz?" She counters, blinking playfully.

"You should reach across the bar and grab one of those tapioca balls, the green ones, and eat it. Without the bartender noticing. It would be funny," Fitz grins, and Simmons elbows him in the ribs.

"Don't encourage her, Fitz!" She scolds him. Fitz cackles.

Skye feels another rush of jealousy and reaches for one of the small balls across the counter, and pops it into her mouth.

"You really…that's not exactly meant to be eaten!" the female bartender calls from the other side of the bar.

Oops. She wasn't supposed to see that…

Fitz nearly falls out of his stool as he laughs, "she ate the whole thing, Simmons! I can't believe it!"

Skye chuckles and chews the strange ball as FitzSimmons both snigger.

The bartender walks over, a look of annoyance on her face. "Alright," she says, holding a hand out, "Who's tab is this going on?"

Fitz continues laughing as he slaps his SHIELD badge into the woman's hand.

The bartender scans his badge over the register, "Honestly, Agent Leo Fitz, you should honestly tell her what it's going to do her now." She shakes her head and starts filling Skye a glass of water.

Skye stops dead, and looks at Fitz, an absolutely panicked look on her face, "Fitz…"

She already feels a little strange, tingly almost, and her head is starting to clear from the alcohol induced fog.

"Fitz, what did you do to me?"

Fitz continues laughing, but Simmons reaches over and puts her hand on Skye's arm.

"Don't worry, Skye," she says, "It's just a medication for SHIELD. A lot of Agents come in here to blow off some steam, have a few drinks, but we are never really off duty. If we are here, drinking, and we get called onto an emergency mission, we need to be able to be clear of mind. So a group of biochemists at the Academy came up with this little medication. It blocks the effects of the ethanol in drinks, and flushes out your system. And then bam, good as new in 20 minutes or less."

Skye's mouth drops, "So this will make me sober?" She says, annoyance evident in her tone. She already feels more sober, more clear headed. Jemma nods.

Skye slams her hand on the bar, "Dammit! I came down here to get drunk, and now I'm going to be sober again?"

This time, the bartender laughs, "No worries kid. Give it 20 minutes, you'll really need to use the restroom then, then come back and get drunk again on your buddy's dime. It's only fair."

Fitz nods and pats Skye on the back, "she's right Skye. I was only playing with ya. You'll be safe to drink again after you pass all of the medicine here in about 20 minutes."

The bartender winks at Skye, "Honestly, you're the not the first one he's gotten with that, babe. He and Simmons invented them. They get everyone."

She walks away to clean some more glasses.

Skye looks at FitzSimmons in shock, "you guys invented these?" They both nod, smirking cockily. Skye groans, putting her head down on the surface of the bar, "I made friends with two mad scientists!"

Only later, after the three of them stumble back to the repaired bus, drunk off their asses, does Fitz apologize.

The three of them stop outside of Skye's bunk, leaning against both sides of her door.

"I'm sorry, Skye. I didn't mean to upset you earlier. It's just how I-"

"How he shows affection, Skye. He only-"

"I only mess with people that I like," Fitz finishes. He smiles at her, "And I'm just really glad that you've joined us here on the Bus."

Jemma runs her hand down Skye's arm, "we both are! Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to head to bed. The room is a bit spiny."

FitzSimmons both bid their good nights, and Skye stumbles her way into bed. She simply pulls off her pants and her shirt and collapses into bed. She's thoroughly sloshed, again, and her room has a slight spin to it. But tonight was the most fun she's had in a few years.

She rephrased her original thoughts about being trapped on the bus. She was on the bus with an emotionless she-devil pilot, a robotic specialist asshat, a persuasive walking suit, and two friends. And friends, friends she could stand to be stuck with.