Suddenly there was a barrier between the two of them. IT stared around at his new prison before looking back at her as he was trapped in amber. His final look to her, the one that was frozen on his face as the amber filled the entire container, was one of terror. Could it be? In his final moments of freedom, had IT decided to let Fitz through?
"No," Jemma said as she beat against the fortified container. "No..no…no…no..no!"
"Jemma?!" She could hear Coulson and the rest of the team running towards her but she thought to herself that they'd be better off running away.
"How could you?! I didn't give you the signal! You were supposed to wait! I still could have gotten him!" She was still banging against the container. It wasn't doing much good, but it was the only thing that felt right.
"Jemma…I'm sorry. I don't think…," Coulson started, with that pitying look of his.
"Well you obviously think WRONG!" There was a burning anger inside her that she couldn't contain. She couldn't let Fitz down. He never gave up on her and she couldn't give up on him. "There has to be a way. Hive said Fitz is still alive. We can save him."
Coulson continued to look at her with pity, but said, "We'll do everything we can. You know that. Fitz never lets us down and we'll do our best to return the favor. But, Jemma, you have to be prepared. We know almost nothing about what we're doing right now. This is new territory for everyone. And while I value Agent Fitz very much, our first priority is to keep Hive away from the rest of the world. Not only is that what SHIELD stands for, but Fitz wouldn't want us to do anything different."
Jemma only glared at him, because there was nothing else she could do. She knew he was right, but every cell in her body wanted to throw caution to the wind and say that no expense was too high for Fitz.
"Jemma, if we're going to do this, we'll need your help. Talking to him obviously won't help. Hive's control is too strong. We need the big guns and you're our best brain right now. We need you focused. Can you do that?"
Jemma composed herself. "Yes." She didn't have a choice.
Coulson's face relaxed slightly. "Good. Let's head back to base then." He turned around and left. After some hesitation, the others followed as well. With one last glance over her shoulder at Fitz frozen in amber, she followed Coulson and the team.