Somewhere Only We Know

The Graduation of the Prodigy

Daisy woke up a few times in the night due to more fireworks, but each time she was somehow comforted by Sousa's presence. By the time morning came though, some time before she woke up again, he had shifted into sitting up with Daisy propped up against him.

She woke up when she heard his phone ring.

"Hello? Hi, Grammy," Sousa greeted softly. "What's going on?" A moment. "Today?" He shifted a little to let Daisy's head fall on him more comfortably. "I'm not sure. I'm a little busy right now."

Daisy stifled a smile as he continued the conversation.

"No, I don't know when I'm not going to be busy," Sousa sighed, curling an arm around Daisy's shoulder. "Can't you push it back by a few hours?" A beat. "Thank you. Can I bring-? Thanks, Grammy. I mean, Director." He hung up and put his phone down beside him.

Daisy pretended to wake up, stretching a little. She blinked slowly, smiling at Sousa.

"Hey," he said softly.

Daisy sighed a little yawn. "What time is it?"

Sousa checked his watch. "11 o'clock. You slept almost ten hours." He chuckled, pulling her closer. "Did you know that you vibrate when you sleep?"

Daisy blinked. "I did not." She got up, pulling him with her. "Did Dad make breakfast?"

"I was going to when you woke up," Coulson replied, coming around the corner of the stairs. "Sousa, you helping?"

"Of course, sir." Sousa brushed Daisy's arm gently before going with Coulson to the kitchen.

"Where are the others?" Daisy asked, following them. She grabbed a mug of hot chocolate.

"Fitzsimmons left to go back to the university," Coulson replied. "Mack and Yo-Yo were called and they're back on assignment. It's a quick one, though, so you'll have them back by the end of the day."

"Simmons took Deke, by the way," Sousa added. He cracked an egg into a pan.

Daisy noticed that he was wearing the shirt he wore when she checked him out for the first time with the sleeves rolled up and an apron. "I've never seen that before," she commented, plucking at a strap. "Did you bring your own apron?"

"I gave it to him," Coulson replied. "I had a feeling that he'd be cooking here a lot more."

Daisy rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna go take a shower. Call me when food's ready, 'kay?"

"Okay, sweetheart," Coulson said, throwing some bacon onto the stove. "Don't wear white."

Daisy went upstairs to tidy up, wash her hair and things. Her phone pinged and she checked it.

Sousa had texted her while cooking. I have to leave after lunch for my graduation ceremony. I'm allowed to take one person. Do you want to come with?

Daisy grinned. Sure. I'd love to see you in your blues.

We'll have to pick them up when we get back to the university.

Same.

Food's done in a few minutes.

Be down in a sec. Daisy bit her lip as she thumbed out the message before sending it. She wondered if they were going to talk about what happened the night before.

It wasn't anything serious. They kissed three times, the last of which was an actual make-out, but it didn't go any further than that. Then she fell asleep on him. And... well, Daisy wasn't really sure where they stood.