Okay, soo... I decided to write down how I think season 3 may start. Ideally, this is how I'd like it to begin. I have a history of being really bad at keeping my stories updated, so if I'm lacking feel free to go to my tumblr (lost-in-my-own-littleworld) and tell me to get off my lazy arse. I'm open to any suggestions so don't hesitate to suggest anything. Also, shoutout to eponineoswinoswald221 for being a lovely person and for having an awesome username (that avengers/aos fanfic I promised is in process by the way).

Stay cool :) -L x

Disclaimer: Don't own any of this beside the plot line idea, but damn I wish I did how cool would that be?

Skye had gone out of her way to stay with Fitz. He was a wreck. So fixated on Jemma and this goddamn rock thing that nothing else mattered to him. Skye and Mack pretty much monitored him 24/7, and neither of them were seeing improvements.

"He's getting worse," Mack kept his voice hushed as he and Skye watched Fitz from out in the corridor.

"I know, but the only thing that could possibly make him better is Simmons, and we don't even know if she's alive!"

A moment of silence passed between them as they watched Fitz through the window. He fumbled around the lab, flipping pages of books, connecting things together, scanning god knows what.

"Just as he was starting to get better..." she seldom muttered under her breath, "do you think Simmons is still alive?"

Mack looked her straight in the eye. "I don't know her well, but she doesn't strike me as someone to go like that. Not with unfinished business. I've got a feeling that she's out there, and we're gonna get her back."

"Yeah, we're gonna get her back."

Coulson paced in his office at The Playground, rigging his mind of anything that may be remotely helpful. Everyone's mission was to get Simmons back, even though some people thought that they had greater problems to prioritise. Coulson, May, Skye, Fitz and a few others had fought to put Simmons first- and finally they had gotten what they wanted. After all, they were family. A little dysfunctional and messed up, nonetheless, but still family.

"Jemma, where the hell are you?" He whispered to himself, rubbing his only hand against the shadow along his jaw.

Coulson had tracked down two people who he knew were still loyal. There was no way either of them were Hydra or had given up.

Not them, Coulson thought.

He knew they probably wouldn't be able to help Jemma, that wasn't their area of expertise. However, they were brilliant agents and, more importantly, brilliant friends.

A knock on the door snapped Coulson out of his bubble, and he called out for the person to come in. It was May, unsurprisingly.

"New arrivals at the entrance. Do you want to bring them in?"

"Yes," he answered, "I'll be there right away."

The two made their way down the maze of corridors. They walked in silence, which he knew May preferred, as she characteristically wasn't one to say much, unless it was important.

They bumped into Hunter on the way to the entrance, and Coulson couldn't help but ask about Bobbi.

"She's recovering well, but you know Bobs, she's a fighter. The news about Simmons has put a damper on her though. She's fond of that one. We all are, really."

Coulson offered a small, understanding smile. "We'll get her back though, Hunter. I'm glad to hear Bobbi's getting better."

And with that, they carried on going their separate ways. Hunter was right though- Jemma gone has put a heavy storm cloud over them.

Before he knew it, they were at the entrance.

"Let's get the ball rolling then, shall we?" He ventured, a smile playing on his lips.

"We shall," May replied, pressing the button on the wall panel, the substantial doors creaking to life.

"Fitz, do you want me to get you something? A drink, a sandwich?" Skye asked, hopeful that he'll actually have a request.

"Nope, I'm just fine," he replied, not looking up from his work. Skye's heart dropped a little more, something she didn't think was possible.

"Are you sure?" She pushed, "You haven't eaten or drunk anything today."

"I said I'm fine, Skye."

She took that as a sign to keep her mouth shut, but her eyebrows knitted together in concern for her friend. He was getting worse, and there was no denying it.

Skye left as Mack came in, their unofficial shift changing. They took it in turns to watch over him, switching over maybe three or four times a day. Skye often spent this time learning to control her newly acquired abilities, conversing with Lincoln or Coulson, or just sitting in one of their vans, keeping to herself.

Today, she visited Bobbi. The blonde was still in the infirmary, although her regulations had been cut back a bit. She was now allowed to walk around the compound by herself, which was a big leap forward.

"Hey," Skye closed the door behind her, and went to lean against the wall opposite Bobbi.

"Hey, Skye. Any news on Simmons?" She shifted herself into an upright position, and Skye was glad she could now do that without wincing in pain.

"No, nothing yet. But Fitz has been working none stop on it. And I mean none stop. The guy's not eating, drinking- I wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't sleeping either."

A sad grimace passed over Bobbi's features, and it was something that Skye had been noticing on everyone recently.

"Poor guy. I didn't know him before what Ward did, but he and Simmons seemed like they were really close."

"Close doesn't begin to describe it. I was convinced those two were psychically linked," she let a giggle escape her lips, "the two of them changed after the bottom of the ocean. After what he said, his brain damage and her leaving, it's no surprise the air between them had changed."

"I get the feeling he got worse when Simmons left."

Skye moved to sit on the chair next to her hospital bed, which creaked under her sudden weight.

"He tried his best to cover it up, he really did. But everyone noticed how he spoke to himself, as if Simmons was there and he was having a conversation with her-"

Just then, Hunter popped his head in, swinging himself around the doorframe. "Afternoon, girlies," he greeted, "Coulson's got some arrivals. And you will probably want to meet them."

"Who are they?" Bobbi asked, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

Hunter grinned his customary smile. "Oh just you wait and see."