This was written 3x03 so doesn't include any Will mention at all (some may be happy to hear!) and it was an idea I had had after the ep. There will be three parts updated over the next week or so to add suspense and all!
Hope you enjoy!
"I have to go back!"
When Bobbi heard those five words, she felt the entire world shatter beneath her. It took her a moment to get her bearings, to understand what Jemma was saying.
"Back?" was all that Bobbi could manage. "You want to go back?"
Jemma shook her head. "No. Yes. I have to go back."
"Why?" Bobbi asked, taking a step forward which resulted in Jemma taking one back. "I have to."
And that's when the spirit in Jemma broke. "I have to."
It was barely a whisper, that Bobbi nearly didn't hear it. "Jemma," she began cautiously, taking another step forward when her phone buzzed.
Jemma panicked. Raising her hands in front of her, to protect herself. Her eyes were wide with fear, and her breathing was becoming more and more laboured. "Jemma," Bobbi said but it feel on deaf ears.
"No, no, no, please," Jemma begged, crouching in the corner. "Please."
"Jemma?" There was a voice in the far corner of the room. Daisy. Bobbi tried to catch her eyes, motioning for her to leave.
But Daisy didn't noticed, taking another step into the lab. "Jemma?"
As Daisy made her way through the lab, she hit a stool, knocking it onto the ground, Jemma turned with such speed.
"Shit," was all Bobbi could say, as everything happened in a spilt second.
Daisy stopped, holding her hands up to show she was unarmed as Jemma turned to face her, panic written in her eyes. Jemma, meanwhile had her arms up, in defence.
A scalpel in her hand. A scalpel that she had lifter from the table beside her, using it as a weapon.
The look of panic in her eyes was one that Bobbi knew well. She didn't know she was here, safe. She thought she was in danger and her survival instincts kicked in.
"Jemma," Bobbi said, her voice both authoritative and soft at the same time. Jemma looked back towards Bobbi, the blade still in her hand. "Jemma, you're safe."
Jemma shook her head, refusing to believe she was safe. This was a hallucination, just another hallucination. The planet, the creatures who lived there.
"Get Fitz," Bobbi mouthed to Daisy, who nodded then left the lab, running.
Which didn't help as well as Bobbi though. Daisy wasn't as light in her feet as Bobbi had hoped, and her footsteps running of into the distance seemed to trigger something in Jemma.
Jemma tried to run, but before she could get far, Bobbi had her arms wrapped around the smaller woman's waist, preventing her from fleeing.
And Jemma fought, trying to struggle out of Bobbi's grip. "Jemma," Bobbi said, "Jemma, you're safe."
What came next caused Bobbi to loosen her grip on Jemma, and Jemma to sprint out of the lab. A scream tore from Jemma's throat. Bobbi didn't know anyone could scream like that, never mind this tiny Brit.
All Bobbi could do was watch as Jemma ran out of the lab and straight into...
Fitz.
Into his arms.
She fell backwards onto the floor, crying, begging for someone, something, not to hurt her. "Jems?" Fitz questioned, wondering what had happened to cause Jemma to have such a major panic attack like that.
He knelt down to her, where she was now huddled down in a ball. "Hurt me," was all she could manage before burying herself in his chest, grabbing onto his shirt as if it were a lifeline to this world, which in a sense it was.
"I'm gonna take you back to the room," he whispered, stroking her hair. "And we're gonna lie down okay?"
She nodded, her grip on the scalpel never loosening. And Fitz didn't question it.
When Fitz tried to leave the room that night, she didn't let him, gripping onto his hand.
"Stay," she whispered.
He nodded, sitting back down on the bed. She lifted her head, resting it on his thigh like she did that first night she was back.
"You're safe," he whispered, and she nodded, tears in her eyes.
She wasn't safe. Not really.
