This was just a lil something I wrote over on AO3 over the hiatus and I thought I should try and get this account back up and running so here we go. Chapter one. Hope you enjoy. Title from Build God, Then We'll Talk by Panic! At The Disco.

Whatever world that this was, it wasn't a world that Daisy wanted to live in.

Not with Ward alive.

Not with Hydra in charge.

She had felt physically ill when she had walked into the kitchen to find him making breakfast that smile on his face.

"Skye," he greeted, turning from the oven. "Are you okay?" he asked, voice laced with concern as soon as he saw her paler than usual complexion.

Daisy frowned. "No. No…" She trailed off. This wasn't her world. Ward wasn't here. Not really. This was just some messed up reality that had been created by AIDA. It wasn't real, not really. She wasn't going to let herself get too emotionally invested, not in this world. She was going to find Jemma and save her teammates. Find Jemma and save her teammates. Find Jemma…

"Do you know Jemma Simmons?" she asked, knowing that this may be a stupid question but asking it all the same. She wasn't even sure if they had been on the team in this world, so finding out as much as she could was her first step of action.

Ward frowned. "The biochemist?"

Daisy nodded, knowing that Ward was probably wondering what had gotten into his girlfriend. "Yeah, her."

"She's dead."

Daisy felt the world drop out from her. "Dead…"

"Are you sure you're okay Skye?"

Daisy nodded. "Yeah, yeah I am. Just… how… when?"

Ward shrugged. "Over three years ago, it was before we overthrew S.H.I.E.L.D. Some virus killed her, over the Atlantic. Threw herself from the plane. Her body..." he shook his head "It was found but it wasn't... It wasn't pretty ."

Daisy nodded, trying to fight back the tears. It was obvious in this universe that Hydra or not, Ward never saved her. She hadn't been there either. Heck, they didn't even know her.

"Why the interest?" Ward asked, knocking her out of her thoughts. "You've never mentioned her before."

"I was just thinking," Daisy said, lying on the spot. "I went to one of her talks, when she was giving them… in college. I must have dreamt about her or something…"

Ward frowned, pushing the frying pan of the ring so as the bacon didn't burn. "I never knew you were interested in biochemistry."

Daisy gave a smug smile. "There's many things that you don't know about me Grant."

Grant raised one shoulder, as if to agree with her. "I suppose that's true."

Daisy gave him a sickly-sweet smile. "If you don't mind, tell May I'm not going in, not today anyway."

"You can't do that, Skye." Ward took a step forward, taking her hands in his own and it took all of Daisy's strength not to know up there and then, and even more strength not to pull away. She had to keep up the illusion that she was Skye, not Daisy.

"Why?" she asked.

Ward let out a sigh, guiding her to the table and helping her sit down on the chair. He knelt in front of her. "May… you know what she's like, she doesn't like us taking time off."

Daisy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well tell her I am. I'm heading back to bed, and if she wants me to throw up down the corridor, she can clean it herself."

Ward's smile returned here. "That's the Skye I know and love. See you later, and feel better soon?"

Daisy nodded, heading back to the bedroom but Ward's voice stopped her. "I love you."

She stood in the doorway for a moment, then spun around. "I love you too."

Once Ward was gone, Daisy got out of the bed, no longer pretending to be asleep. She reached for her laptop, turning it on and opening a secure web browser.

She searched for Jemma's name.

And what Ward said, what he had told her.

It was true. In this universe, Jemma… she was dead.

Daisy immediately started to panic. What did that mean for Jemma? Was she even able to access the Framework? Would it have killed her upon entering?

Using the back of hand, she wiped the tears away. She had to rescue her team, save them. She had to do this for Jemma.

And speaking of whom, it looked as though her life here in the Framework was completely different. She had very little friends it seemed, but she had made a massive impact on the changing the world.

And she didn't seem to know Fitz in this reality.

There was no mention of him at all.

So that was who she looked up next. Leopold Fitz.

And what Daisy saw, it was the most Un-Fitz thing ever. It would have been hilarious had they not been stuck in the situation that they were in and had she not found out that her best friend, the woman who she would class as a sister and who had already been through so much was dead in this world, and maybe in the real world.

Taking a moment to compose herself, she reached for her phone, and typed in the number that she may have acquired in a way that was not entirely legal.

"Hello?" came a voice from down the other end. "Who is this? How did you get my number?"

"Leopold Fitz?"

"Yeah, who's asking?"

Daisy paused, thinking of a name before settling on her own. It wasn't one that was known in this world so it was safe enough to use it. "Daisy Johnson. With Science Weekly. I'm doing… I'm doing a piece on Dr. Jemma Simmons. I'm wondering, I'm wondering if you knew anything about her."

There was a laugh down the other end. "Why would I? She worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra. Or whoever they are now."

"I though you would have worked with her or known something about her."

"I've heard her name, everyone has. But I've never worked with her. I've never even met her. If you want a quote or something, just say she was an inspiration or some bullshit. I don't really care that much. And if you contact this number again, you can start thinking of a lawyer to bail you out of just how much shit I can land you in." And with that he hung up.

Daisy frowned, throwing the phone down. Jemma was dead and Fitz…

Fitz was just like Tony Stark.

No, Fitz was exactly like Tony Stark except younger and Scottish.

But just as arrogant.

Just as cocky.

Taking a shaking breath, Daisy ran her hands through her hair. She couldn't do this, not alone, not really. She had no powers in this reality, she was alone. There was no one to help her.

So she cried. She cried and let out her emotions. Maybe if she did that for long enough, maybe something would come to her. Maybe she would be able to figure out what to do then, after she let out the emotions.

After a while, her phone rang, an unknown number flashing on the screen.

She frowned at it, the person ringing calling once again once it went to voicemail. They seemed adamant that she answer the call. Sighing and cursing under her breath, she reached for it.

"Hello? She asked, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice in case it was someone in Hydra, someone who could be dangerous.

"Daisy…"

All ten chapters have been posted over on AO3 under the same name and username if you wanna sneak on over and see what's already posted. Thanks for checking out and feel free to leave your thoughts. I'm also now on Instagram under agentsofsuperwholocked!