The tears had reached a point where the shirt sleeve could no longer hold back the water- and like a dam breaking, she let her arm slip to her side and and set fourth the salty torrent of misery. No wracking sobs shook her, no, she wept in silence and in solitude- no one would comfort her, but she knew she deserved it. The past weeks memories flashed in the back of her head

/Betraying the team, framing Lincoln, destroying the base, choking Fitz, nearly killing Mack, helping Hive.../

A shudder ran through her and she almost choked on her build up of sorrow. They had told her that it wasn't her fault, it was Hive and his parasite powers- but they were wrong, they were in denial. It was all her, everything.

Being "Under the sway" as she called it, didn't change who you were, all it changed was your goals. Your drive. She could have chosen to use different methods to reach those goals as given by Hive, but she didn't. She was destructive and cruel, and because of this she can't be trusted.

She doesn't even trust herself.

Somewhere in her thoughts, she lingered too long and soon she found that her eyes stung.

Dehydration from crying too much.

Daisy pinched her nose; she had officially reached a new low in life. Lower than being Mary Sue Poots, a friendless, damaged orphan.

She leaned back on her bed, the creak echoing out into the dim lit room. Damn, she was lonely.

And depressed.

And guilty.

She groaned and looked at her watch. 12:02 am.

Ever since her team- well, not really her team any longer as she doesn't really deserve their loyalty- rescued her from Hive's control and made their ultimate sacrifice to kill 'it,' she hadn't been sleeping. Nightmares plagued her when she closed her eyes, memories of what she'd done, even long before Hive took over. She thought sadly back on the friends she lost: Bobbi and Hunter, Tripp... And now...

She screwed her eyes tight.

No.

She can't think about him. His death is completely on her hands, dwelling on it will drive her mad.

Maybe it's too late to avoid insanity now.

Now that Hive has left her brain, that emptiness that haunted her before has returned. Sometimes she would just shake sporadically, getting intense mood swings and an itchy skull just craving, needing that hollowness to be filled. Withdrawal symptoms, she concluded. She had been addicted and now she was left with no release.

No one understands the pain she is in at this moment. She doesn't want their sympathy anyways. She doesn't want anything but for the quiet to last forever. She knows only one thing can give her that permanent peace though, but she's not that much of a coward to escape her problems like that. At least, not yet.

As the dryness in her mouth increases, Daisy resolves to get some water. No use in being useless. Dehydration really doesn't matter to me though, I'm not exactly helpful... She thought bitterly.

The trip is not far. Just a roll out of bed and 2 foot steps to the desk, where a water bottle waits expectantly.

She looks around at her smallish quarters and cringes. The loneliness hits her again.

Coulson had assured her that everyone just needed time to readjust and feel safe again, her included, but she didn't care if they ever felt safe around her again. Coulson also said he trusts Daisy, not currently as a member of SHIELD (just precautions), but he wouldn't even tell her where this base is located.

Some real trust there, Director.

The base is more often than not completely empty, besides her in the few weeks of being here- yeah, there are rare moments where Daisy Johnson leaves the room to stock up on food- and even when people do show up, she hides. They don't try to reach out to her, so she'll just keep pulling away.

She takes big swigs of the water and gulps down the whole bottle, licking her lips in satisfaction.

Daisy face plants back on the bed and considers searching through her semi-restricted laptop ("Just because she's cured doesn't mean that there aren't any lasting effects," said a wary Jemma) but sleep beckons her. As much as she wishes she could fight the drowsiness, she knows that humans and Inhumans alike need sleep.

Inhumans like Lincoln.

"I'm sorry..."

She whispers into her pillow. Part of her wishes he would come see her, but he no doubt hates her, loathes her, for what she's done.

After a series of depressing thoughts, a lot revolving around the death of him, Daisy falls into a fitful sleep.

He comes to see her after her first night back, she couldn't sleep- haunted by her actions and the dying face of Dr. Garner. Even when she tried to close her eyes, a burning nothingness threatened to consume her. That's when he stepped in, his breath hitching a little with the pain in his ribs, the pain fresh and ever-present. She couldn't look him in the eye, she couldn't see out her eyes even, Daisy was crying too hard. The guilt was too burdensome. She was about to ask him to leave when he hugged her. That was not what she was expecting. She expected anger, fear, a myriad of reasons for him to never speak to her again... But a hug? Incomprehensible. He spoke to her soothingly, and she clung to him. It was good to have her friend. Something hit her face. A hanging necklace, a cross that Yo-Yo wears, it dangles back and fourth in front of her vision and yet she didn't think anything of it. It was only when he was taking Hive's body somewhere far away that it hit her. The vision: A ship, a cross, a death... It wasn't over. He was about to make a sacrifice that she could have prevented. As the team shouted in confusion, she closed her eyes and remembered what she saw in real time. The ship would go out, and everything would float and then- fire. The end. The end of Agent Mackenzie...

Daisy finds herself gasping awake, trying to shake the monsters from her vision. Mack... Oh Mack.

Flying into space to never return.

She saw the future, she could have- should have- done something to stop that. But she didn't.

She let Hive get the better of her, and she ruined everything.

Despite all of this, she found a hysterical laugh building in her chest.

"I'm definitely going crazy now."

She thought dryly.

She reflected back at the contempt in her former team's eyes when they had liberated her. Their smiles tried to hide their fear, but Daisy could see past them. She felt isolated, and in that moment, part of her wished they hadn't killed Hive and created the emptiness now festering inside her. The pit in her stomach was like a hungry beast, she fed it her sadness and misery and it only grew larger and more savage.

Over the next few days, she started leaving the bed less and less. There was no point, no love to be rekindled, no life to return to and no friends to be there for her.

Until one day, finally, she just didn't leave the bed at all.

The sun would shine through the skylight, and she would pull her covers higher. Coulson would come in, however apprehensive, and tell her she's not a prisoner and offer her work to do- but she just shut the door with a flick of her wrist. The will to do anything was robbed from her. Her concentration efforts thought only of all of the trouble she caused people. Her limbs turned to lead weights, her mind to stone. She shut everything out, taking in the silence that came from having wads of tissues stuffed in her ears.

She didn't cry anymore, but her breath would hitch and she'd curl inwards under the covers.

Someone had to notice this.

Someone had to care.

And they did. Of course they did.

Yet Daisy shut them out.

Another day past, and she finally had enough of waiting around for nothing to happen. She would do something today.

It started with getting out of this base.

She dragged herself out of the bed with a cough. She was only a little less than perfectly healthy, excessive bed rest aside, but she felt dead already- inside and out.

She didn't want to leave her little room, but she knew that she would never accomplish what she needed to do if she stayed.

Resolved, she twisted the handle (seriously, out of all the SHIELD tech at their disposal- keypads, passcode and finger scans- still a regular handle) and stepped out.

Daisy stretched her arms quickly, hearing a couple of loud cracks before continuing down the hallway in front of her. The room she stayed in was located at the end, and she hung close to the wall- even though there were probably cameras everywhere monitoring her very move. She breathed deeply and quietly, her determination to finish this task growing.

She creeped down the hall with the grace of a spy- as to be expected- and tiptoed down a set of wooden stairs.

Or at least, at first glance they looked wooden, but they are really a sturdy metal. Classic SHIELD.

She felt a shiver coming on even though the house (bunker, hospital, whatever) was a comfortable 70 degrees. Rather, it felt like it was 79 degrees.

Daisy frowned deeper. She didn't care about the temperature, she was worried that her former team would prevent her from getting out of here.

Coulson said she wasn't a prisoner, yes, but this is SHIELD, they manipulate the truth all the time to get you to comply.

At the base of the stairs, the place expanded into a large apartment of sorts. Directly to the left: a kitchen. To the right: a living room. And directly behind the stairs there was a rec room. Small, homely even; built for a couple or a three people maximum. Daisy could have believed it was an average place too, if the cabinets weren't stocked with guns, the lights lined with gadgets rigged and ready to hack and attack. That is, the place had been equipped before Daisy was plopped right into it.

Who was going to trust an ex-Hive devotee with a gun?

Daisy suddenly became very interested in her fingers. She hated looking at this place, it was too nice. She deserved a prison, with drab gray walls and bars, no real human contact...

She shivered. She was stalking. She strode forward, right up to the door knob and breathed.

She turned the handle, surprised when she heard it click open, and then blinked back the harsh light of day.

Author's Note: Hi! This is just my perspective on a possible ending to the season 3 finale of AoS and it delves a bit more into how I think a person would react to these circumstances. I expect a great deal of angst in the season finale and I better not be disappointed. I may or may not continue this depending if anyone wants to read it or not, but go ahead and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Agents of SHIELD or its characters (though I wish I could...)