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"Are you sure that you don't need us?" – Jemma asks Daisy, worriedly.
"It's fine, it shouldn't be a complicated mission. Get in, find the director and out. Easy." – Daisy answers with a smile on her face, grateful by the worry.
"Besides, the just married deserves a few days off" – May drops the commentary already expecting the redness that was getting the best of Simmons's face. Daisy laughed by her mentor's side while the asian a small smile slip.
"Ok… well…" – Fitz interrupt as embarrassed as his wife – "Let's double check then. The multiverse it's something literature and philosophy always thought was a hypothesis, but only a few universes have the actual prove that that isn't only a theory. This means we don't know if in this one that you're going, people know, so it must stay like that."
"Other thing that's important to keep in mind is that you try to not change much in people's life out there"
"So don't change the life of my other self and don't tell that we're from other universe. See? Easy!" – Daisy's smile fails to hide her nervousness.
"Yes, the consciousness of the Melinda May and Daisy Johnson from that universe will be stuck here with us while you go in their bodies… hopefully" – Jemma glances to the programming that Daisy just finished a fell hours before, one that will tie the minds of the same person from both universes and switch them. Their bodies would be doped so the other May and Daisy from universe 284 won't be a problem to Fitz-Simmons.
"That leads us to remind you that you have three days to find Mack, convince him that his not from there and bring him back." – The couple wears soft smiles on their lips that made both women to understand that, once again, they were completing their sentences.
"Okay, I think we're ready" – Daisy receives a nod from the older woman by her side and both walk to the machine that took a week to be built by the geniuses, cause it was easy to make them go, but the go back was other history very much complicated.
They decided that Daisy and May would be the ones who would go in the mission, especially cause they couldn't risk change much from this other universe, and they would need Fitz-Simmons to bring them back, or only Mack would go back after all in this universe he doesn't have a body. Fitz-Simmons would have to reverse the connection between the minds.
Putting the helmet that would do the connection, May observed by the corner of the eye the close fists and grumpy face from Yoyo that couldn't believe she wasn't the one who was going to save the men she loved. May understands her, the scar from letting Phil go and do nothing about it still too recent, but they needed her here in case something went wrong.
"One more thing. We don't know if you know each other, don't know if you're close geographically speaking, we don't even know how age you are… What if one of them is dead, or a hundred years old?" - The woman started panicking, eyes wide and voice nervous – ''It's too dangerous, we know nothing, what if…"
"Simmons!" – May's voice broke Jemma's thoughts – "Turn on this machine. It's an order" – The determination of the vice director left no room for more discussion, and made the scientist swallow her other worries. The agent pressed her lips together to prevent them to open up again, and contradicted, started to send the commands to the machine.
The vice director and agent Johnson close their eyes feeling the dizziness from the drugs Fitz were introducing into their systems.
"It's fine. It will be fine" – Fitz embraces his wife and she feels his fear for their friends into his tone, but says nothing. Instead, she stays into his arms closing her eyes allowing his smell to call her down.
*** UNIVERSE 284 ***
She felt the headache before she even opens her eyes and because of it, she delayed the movement having sure the pain would only increase as soon as her orbits met the light. With this, her senses were stimulated and her ears captured the silence, the nose felt the intoxicated smell of eggs that did nothing more than wake her stomach. Her skin was kissed by soft linen and her back rested comfortably what felt like a nice bed.
With the head throbbing, Melinda's hand moved automatically to her forehead, the fingers pressing and massaging the skin. But with the movement, her eyes got open suddenly, with the sudden cold she felt, May realized she was naked. The pain raised and she took her time to breathe until her thoughts were clear enough so she could get up, sitting down in the bed covered in white.
Stubborn the way only Melinda May could be, she ignored what was left of the pain and got her feet on the carpet, looking around. The light was coming unwanted from the half closed window, the walls were white and the room had only a few furniture that with its dark colors contrasted with all the white.
A little hesitant, she walked to the dresser that seems to have a frame on it. The woman took it in her hands analyzing the one picture of the room: a child. A beautiful baby girl smiling, the brown eyes shining and the brown hair messy around her because it looked like she was lying down when the parents took this photo. When possibly, she took this photo. The little girl appears to have five years old, maximum.
Great, she only could think that a child in this scenario would only hold her down. Getting the frame back to its place, her eyes saw a bunch of clothes thrown around into the floor, and almost smiled to this Melinda May that wasn't her but could be. She didn't know if this Melinda May had a job, but decided that any herself would ever walk around naked if it weren't a hot day or to please somebody, so she got dressed ignoring the desire to take a shower, the priority was to look around, know everything she could and then that.
Barefoot and with the headache a little better, May followed down the corridor ready for anything. When her hand got the door handle from the first door she saw after "her" room, a noise coming from the end of the hall got her attention and she remembered the smell of eggs from earlier. Deciding to follow the noise, she took small steps until the living room that had a big TV and white sofas, a beautiful rug on the floor and a huge bookcase almost full with books, from different sizes and thickness. The vision got her to smile, a sad and soft smile, thinking of the one person who would love to see, touch and read as much books as these.
Out of the blue, the asian felt strong arms surrounding her waist, the touch warm and firm, and May's first instinct was to get those arms off of her, but as soon as she was going to do that and get her distance, the man talked.
"Morning!" – She could feel his smile by having his lips so close of her neck, but that was not the thing that got her paralyzed. That voice, the voice she would recognize anywhere, the sound that made her heart skip a beat only to return accelerated like it would explode. It was the sound she missed for a year now – "Slept well?" – It was like he knew she needed to hear it again, and the air got stuck into her lungs while her eyes got full of tears. It was him. Phil.
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