This was just a small idea I had. Title from Warriors by Imagine Dragons.

She was back, after six months, she was back.

And to say they were relieved was an understatement.

It was one of the best feelings that they had ever felt.

Seeing her lying there, alive, in the remains of the Monolith.

After some effort, the team had managed to get both Jemma and Fitz out of the remains, she had collapsed, no longer able to stay awake after all that had happened to her.

And Coulson wasn't surprised, they had no idea what she had suffered in the past six months. And just by the initial examination that Bobbi had performed, it wasn't pretty.

She was underweight, and dehydrated and it wouldn't take a therapist to know that she would be suffering from her experiences across the universe.

"How is she?" Daisy asked, once Bobbi entered the main area of the jet once again.

Bobbi shook her head. "She's still asleep. I gave her a sedative just in case."

"Is Fitz still with her?" Mack wondered, knowing that it was a redundant question but he still asked it anyway.

Bobbi nodded, taking a seat. "I don't think he'll be leaving her side for a while now."

"Should he be in there with her?"

Bobbi shrugged, reaching forward and taking a biscuit from the plate that had been left there. "She's been clear for radiation. There seems to be nothing wrong with her at the moment that we can pick up. We'll have to wait to get back to base to conduct further tests."

"At least she's back," Daisy commented.

Bobbi nodded. "She's back."

"Hey," he whispered once she had woken up again. "How are you?"

She stared at him, blinking as if she couldn't comprehend where she was. "Fitz," she whispered. "Am I… is this real?"

He nodded, and reached over to take her hand. "Yeah, Jemma this is real. You're home. You're safe."

She started crying, not really believing his words, something that Fitz understood; after being away for so long, on some hell planet, Jemma would have need some time readjusting to life back on this planet.

"Hey," he whispered, sitting on the bed beside her, wrapping her arms around him and she cried into his chest, as he rubbed his hands up and down her back, reassuring her, telling her that this was real, and that she was here. "You're here, you're here and this is real. I'm here. I'm real."

"I'm sorry," she whispered, pulling away and looking at him.

"For what?" he asked, wiping away her tears delicately.

"Crying. For being stupid."

He shook his head. "You're not being stupid, this is natural."

"Jemma?" a voice asked. It was Bobbi, she was leaning against the doorframe. "How are you feeling this morning?"

She looked at the taller agent, frowning, scrunching her face up as if she were trying to decipher a puzzle.

Bobbi then looked at Fitz. "Are you okay, with…" she trailed off, as though Fitz knew what she was talking about.

Fitz sighed. "Yes." He wasn't happy about it, that much was obvious. Jemma looked between him and Bobbi, confusion across her face, confusion that was slowly morphing into panic.

"Fitz?" she asked. "What's… what's going on?"

Bobbi looked at her. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

Fitz, still holding her, placed a kiss to her forehead. "You're going to be okay, yeah?"

She started fidgeting, and panicking. "Jemma," came Bobbi's voice. "I'm sorry."

Then Bobbi injected with something, and darkness overtook her. "I'm sorry, Fitz but you know that we need to do it. Protocol."

Fitz nodded, and stroked Jemma's hair. "I know, I just hope that she's okay."

"She will be, Fitz. Don't worry about it. We'll help her get through this."

"She's back?" came Lincoln's voice down the phone, though he sounded nervous about something.

"Yeah," Daisy nodded. "She's back. Bobbi is doing tests, making sure she's okay. Everything seems fine at the minute, like other than the trauma…"

"Daisy," his voice was a whisper now.

"What?" she asked, sensing that something was wrong. "Is everything okay?"

"I've been doing some research about the Monolith, with the Elders and those who I'm still in contact with."

"Is everything okay?"

Silence.

"Lincoln, if something's wrong. Just… just tell me."

"Daisy, I have to go. Just… just keep her in isolation until I get there."

"Lincoln?" Daisy asked, but there was silence on the other end of the line.

She shrugged, thinking that it was weird and pocketing the phone.

If her times were right, and nothing went wrong earlier, then Jemma would be waking up. And she wanted to see how her friend was. It had been so long since she had last seen her, and all she wanted to do was make sure that everything was okay.

So she headed back to medical, in the hopes of finding Jemma.

"What is that?" Fitz asked, pointing to the scan that was projected on the screen in front of them.

Bobbi shrugged. "I'm not sure. Not yet." She frowned, stepping closer as if it would help her figure out what it was. "It looks alien."

"You think it came from where she was?"

"Probably," Bobbi said. "It looks… it looks like a parasite infection."

"What does, what does that mean?" Mack asked, stepping forward from where he was leaning against the table.

"I don't know," Fitz said, trying to work out what it was, and what it could mean for Jemma. He ran his hands through his hair, feeling his stomach twist into knots.

Bobbi frowned. She had no idea what it was, but it couldn't be good.

"We need to isolate her," Mack said. "Just until we're sure what this is."

Fitz shook his head. "No. We can't. Not after what she's been through."

Bobbi sighed. "We have to Fitz. I know she's been through hell, but this… this could be dangerous. We just need to do this, until we work out what it is. Until we can solve this at least."

"But what if this is her now, what if it's something Inhuman?"

Before anyone could say anything else, there were footsteps and Lincoln burst into the room, looking horrified. "Where is she?" he demanded. "Please tell me she's in isolation."

Fitz shook his head. "No, not yet. She's in medical."

Lincoln nodded, comprehending something. "Okay," then he stopped once he saw the scan. "No," he whispered, stepping forward. It was as though his worst fears had been confirmed.

"What is it?" Bobbi asked. "Is it bad?"

"Bad?" Lincoln nodded. "That… that is the first Inhuman."

"First Inhuman? But that's… that's parasites."

"Exactly. Hive. The first Inhuman. Banished to Maveth by the Kree millennia ago. It… it could possess anyone, anyone if they're dead. Hive… Hive itself is a parasite and can control other Inhumans, it can possess them."

"Daisy," Bobbi whispered, suddenly catching onto what Lincoln was saying. At just how serious the situation was. "Where is she?"

"I told her to stay away," Lincoln explained.

Fitz shook his head. "She won't. It's Daisy and Jemma."

Lincoln cursed. "We need to get to her before anything happens."

"Wait," Fitz said, as Lincoln was about to leave the room. "You said dead. You said Hive could possess anyone so long as they were dead. Is she… is Jemma dead?"

Lincoln turned. "I'll… I'll explain later. Please, we have to… Daisy is in danger. Hell, all Inhumans are in danger if Hive is back."

Meanwhile, Daisy had just talked to Jemma and was now leaving medical, feeling more alive than she ever had.

It had been months since she had last seen Jemma and she had missed her oh so very much.

It had been nice to talk to her, to get to see her again.

And Jemma had taught her so much.

Opened her mind to so much.