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By the way I'm saying that Jemma is 24 years old in Agents of Shield as I have quite a bit of Character development for her. Melinda would be 46 years old as would Sinthea at this point if she were alive. Fury is 48 years old.

Reuploaded this with a slight change to Melinda and Sinthea's age.

Chapter 1

*18 Years later*

Coulson stood in the middle of the Command Centre on the bus going through the same motions as he always did when a new mission was being given out. Though this time, Melinda's mind was elsewhere. She hadn't noticed the date until she came into the meeting 13th February, it was exactly eighteen years since Istanbul. It was the four year anniversary of Sinthea's death and she was unable to focus on the words flowing from Coulson's mouth. Her eyes stared at the screen as her mind fell into memories of her friend.

*Flashback* The noise of the jets engine roared through the cargo hold as Melinda began to prepare herself for the mission at hand. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Sinthea's devious smirk consuming her lips, knowing that she would have something planned, Melinda cautiously raised an eyebrow. Sinthea, jumped up out of the seat and quickly pulled one of the shoots on. With a smirk still plastered across her lips her voice rang out so clearly as if she was still standing before Melinda.

"First one to the drop zone wins" As she spoke the cargo ramp lowered and Sinthea threw herself out of the plane. With a laugh Melinda began to copy exactly what she had down running towards the ramp... *end of flashback*

"Melinda... Melinda... MELINDA!" The sound of Coulson's voice practically yelling her name in her ear caused Melinda to be pulled out her own mind and look up at him a little frazzled. She had no idea what was going on but since everyone's attention was now in her she knew that she must have been out of it for quite a while.

"Is something wrong?" Concerned laced Coulson's voice as he had never seen his friend in such a way before. He hadn't known Sinthea and he obviously was not aware of the date that affected quite a few Agents if Shield, he seemed to be quite oblivious to why Melinda wouldn't be paying any attention to him, but at moment Jemma Simmons walked into the room and his attention averted to her. Though he did give Melinda a look that spoke louder than a thousand words, he would speak with her later.

Coulson turned to question Jemma on her lateness to the meeting but stopped just as he opened his mouth when he saw the redness of her cheeks and eyes. It was evident that Jemma had been crying, tears could still be seen flowing from her eyes but she swiftly wiped the away with her sleeve. No one said a word but Fitz moved quickly over to her wrapping his arms around her body and pulling her into a hug. She stayed in his embrace for a few moments before pulling away and moving over to Melinda. With a single thought put to the people who were still present in the room Melinda moved he arm around Jemma's waist and held her tight as if trying to protect her. A small gasp could be heard from Skye and Fitz as Melinda had never made any progress in trying to get to know them, they thought at what point had she even spoke with Jemma. But Jemma didn't need to hear any words from Melinda, it seemed to be her mere presence that caused the tears and pain to drift away. Melinda May knew Jemma the best out of everyone on the bus, she knew her secrets and just how to calm her. Jemma lips formed a weak smile towards Melinda as if to thank her for her actions.

"Clearly I think everyone needs a few days R and R, I'll contact Fury and send this mission to Sitwell's team. Everyone else just rest up for the next few days, I'll tell you's how long you have when Fury gets back to me." Before Coulson had even finished his speech Melinda and Jemma were already gone and the shutting of the cockpit door could be heard followed by Jemma's soft crys.

It was going to be a long few days trying to help them, or her no one exactly knew who they were helping or why but these people were family so it truly didn't matter.

Writer Comments: I just had so much creativity flowing I thought I'd do this and how can guess what I have in store for Jemma's character development. Ohhhh... Exciting stuff coming up...