A/N: This is a little weird, but I was looking for an angle on this week's episode, so bear with me please.

Spoilers: For 3x08 Many Heads, One Tale

Disclaimer: I think I have a few curses hanging over me, none of which have led me to the ownership of the rights to Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. unfortunately.

It wasn't dark. It was pitch black. There was nothing to be seen anywhere. It was all a void. A void of enormous proportions. Jemma couldn't even see herself. Or really feel her extremities. Even when she waved her hands right in front of where her eyes should be. It was like she was blind. But somehow she still knew she was all there.

Then barely discernible from the black, the colour blue appeared on the horizon. Gradually it became lighter until some of it turned purple, tiny yellow dots appeared and all of a sudden it exploded in all the colour scales known to man. It was stunning. The birth of a universe, and she was the sole witness.

Intense warmth surrounded her; she hadn't even noticed the lack of feeling before now. She felt safe and protected.

As she admired the creation unfolding; planets forming, stars shooting past her, life beginning, a mighty voice, disembodied but still a part of everything, asked her: "Who do you love?"

She couldn't speak, had no voice or mouth through which she could be heard. But there was no mistaken her first thought. "Fitz." Her favourite word. It radiated from her being - whatever it was that she was here - and created a more spectacular light than what she'd seen so far from the cosmos. It swirled around, and shot straight into the remains of the black void, as if it was looking for something. Soon the amazing burst of energy returned. And with it was something familiar, yet new. Something foreign, but still something she recognized. It was love, true love.

The voice came back: "I made this for you. And you threw it away for an emotion." She didn't know how to respond, so the voice continued with a hint of disappointment painted in its tone. "When will your kind ever learn? This is not meant for you. It never was. I won't let it happen." With each passing sentence the voice grew more and more agitated. "I'll let you meet, I'm not heartless, but you rejected me, my wonder, so you can't have what you want either. Mark my words, this..." the voice's invisible hand held up the colourful thread that had been spun across the universe between her and Fitz. "...will never happen." Cross any lines and there'll be consequences. It let go of their connection. "I HERBY CURSE YOU!" The words resounded across the universe, echoing out to every corner, which in the same instant turned back to pitch black.

xXx

Jemma woke up panting. She shot up straight on her bed. Looked around like a caged animal. She was in her bunk and everything looked fine, normal. She flopped down again, her head hitting the pillow with a soft thud, making a small indentation. What a crazy nightmare that had been. She thought about it for a minute and then her mind automatically drifted to what had happened earlier that day.

A tingling feeling erupted in her stomach. Butterflies. Of course they weren't cursed. There were no such things as curses. They'd just had some very bad luck, and timing, and a few bad decisions... okay there was a lot of bad, she would give him that. Life was just complicated right now, but that didn't mean it wouldn't work out in the end, and it definitely didn't mean that they were cursed.

A/N: This was born from Simmons' line: "The cosmos doesn't want anything." Well I'm with Fitz on this one; if the alien planet has moods I'm sure the cosmos can have wants too.

This is dedicated to a friend and colleague that passed away from cancer Thursday.