Jemma woke groggily, her head pounding and her hearing seeming to be muffled.

"Oh, God," she groaned, clenching her eyes tighter. She moved her neck, stretching it out, and that was when she noticed she couldn't move her arms. She looked down and saw her hands strapped to the arms of a chair. "Oh no," she whispered. "This is not good."

She jerked her arms, hoping to loosen the bindings, but they were well made and strong. She put her legs into it, and she cried out—both in surprise and pain. A gash, about four inches long, was in the side of her thigh. It had bled quite a bit, but from what she could see, was bleeding no longer. "Well, that's a relief," she sighed.

Now, she had to assess the situation. Where was she? She was in an empty room, it was fairly dark, and there was only a single door in front of her. There were no windows, no lights, only a small bit of light that came in from the glass window in the door. She couldn't see out of it though because she was too far down from where she sat on the chair. Where was she? And what happened? She tried to recall the last thing she remembered.

"Hey, Jemma," Daisy said, handing her the tablet. "I have the results from the most recent Inhuman test."

"Oh, thanks, Daisy," Jemma smiled and checked the readings. "These are quite promising."

"Yeah," Daisy nodded. "Aiden is doing really well with his training."

"Has he grown accustomed to the Inhuman containment yet?" Jemma asked, placing the tablet down on the laboratory table.

"He's still adjusting," Daisy said. "He asked about you."

"Me?" Jemma asked, pointing at herself.

"Yeah. He asked if you were coming down to do another blood test," Daisy shrugged.

"Well, I wasn't going to," Jemma said. "I don't really think it's necessary."

"That's what I said," Daisy sighed. "I told him since he was doing well controlling his powers, we didn't need any more blood samples. He seemed weirdly upset by that."

Now it was Jemma's turn to shrug. "I wouldn't think about it."

Daisy jumped up and sat on one of the tables and started swinging her feet over the edge. "Did Coulson say when they'd be back?"

"No," Jemma frowned. "I haven't talked to either of them; only Fitz has had contact with them."

"I still think I should have gone with them," Daisy huffed.

"You were needed here to help train Aiden," Jemma said. "Being here is just as important as being out there," Jemma nodded to the window.

"Yeah but it's not as much fun though," Daisy exhaled.

"Well—"

Jemma stopped when both women heard a sharp clinking sound, followed by a small metal device rolling across the lab floor.

"Move, Jemma!" Daisy leapt off the table and tackled Jemma to the side, and an instant later, an explosion rocked the base. Then, blackness.

An explosion! Was Daisy alright? Was everyone else safe? Jemma struggled against her shackles again, trying to get out, but again they only caused her pain.

"This isn't working," Jemma huffed. "Now, come on, Jemma. You are a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. How can you get out of here?"

She looked around her for any loose piece of metal, plastic, anything she could use to help her, but the floor was clean. She craned her neck to see the feet of the chair, and her heart swelled s little when she saw that they weren't bolted to the floor. Maybe she could rock the chair and tip it over. Taking a deep breath, Jemma started shoving her weight to her left side repeatedly. As she gained momentum, the chair started to tilt. One more push and the chair came crashing down, and unfortunately, onto Jemma's shoulder.

"Aah!" she cried out, scrunching up her face in pain as her shoulder jammed in on itself.

Now she was on her side, her shoulder in pain, and no closer to getting out. She brought her feet up, tucking them under her, and tried to push against the seat of the chair. She was hoping the binding would snap, but it only caused searing pain to travel through her shoulder. She whimpered, releasing her legs.

As she did, she heard movement from outside the door. She froze and her heart started to pound. A lock clicked and the door swung open. Jemma narrowed her eyes in disbelief.

"Aiden?" she asked. "Aiden! Thank God! Please, help me out."

Aiden smiled, walking over and crouched next to Jemma. He pulled her up off the floor so she was seated but right side up. "Of course, Jemma—oh, wait." He put a hand on the straps keeping her down, but then stopped. "I would, but you see, I'd really like you to stay here."

"What?" Jemma's shoulders sagged slightly. "What do you mean?"

"You know, for being so smart and so damn beautiful, you're really not that observant," Aiden said.

"You—" Jemma finally put the pieces together. "You're the one who set off the bomb."

"Bingo," Aiden snapped.

"Why?"

"Because that was the only way I could get closer to you."

"Why on earth would you want to get closer to me?" Jemma asked.

"Because I can see the kind of woman you are, Dr. Simmons," Aiden said, and Jemma had to stop herself from shivering as he said her name. "And a woman of your talents and beauty deserves someone like me."

"Oh, Aiden," Jemma sighed. "I—I'm sorry you feel this way, but I'm married."

Aiden's eyes flared, but his expression remained neutral. "Married? To whom?"

"I married Fitz last year," Jemma said. "I—I thought you knew."

Aiden didn't answer. He rubbed his chin and then folded his arms. He remained silent for several minutes, but he finally spoke. "I'm sorry to hear that, Jemma because I'm afraid Fitz is going to have to miss his wife."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I have you now, and you're not leaving," Aiden growled. "You don't deserve Fitz. He's only a human. Why have him when you could have me?"

"Because I love, Fitz," Jemma narrowed her eyes. "And I don't love you, Aiden. I don't even know you."

Aiden walked over and took Jemma's chin in his fingers. "You will soon enough," he whispered. Then he turned and walked out, but before he slammed the door shut, Jemma caught the image on the wall outside: the S.H.I.E.L.D. eagle.