Part Two. Hope you guys enjoy!

"Daisy…"

Daisy let out a breath of relief when she heard that voice down the phone. "Jemma… you… you're okay."

"I think…" Jemma started, her voice shaking. She seemed panicked, confused and Daisy couldn't help but feel sorry for her. This whole world was one massive confusing shit storm, and after all the shit Jemma had suffered, she had every right to be feeling how she was right now. "I think I was dead Daisy."

Ahhh, Daisy thought. Fuck.

"Daisy… I'm… I'm scared."

"Where are you?" she asked her friend, climbing out of bed and throwing on a jacket and throwing everything she deemed necessary into a rucksack.

"Sheffield. Just… just outside it. I'm in a café. It's… it's called…" There as a rustling on the other end off the line, as if Jemma were reaching for something. "I'm in The Lil Pizza Shop."

"Address?" Daisy asked, jotting it down. "Just… just stay put Jemma. I'll be there in a number of hours. I'll get the first flight I can from D.C."

A laugh from Jemma gave Daisy pause. "Daisy, I can't stay here while you travel in from D.C. That's going to take hours. I'll…I'm going to find hotel, a B&B, an abandoned house… something, anything to clean up, and let me know when you're here. Then we can meet somewhere, okay?"

Daisy couldn't deny the point that Jemma was making. She couldn't stay in the café for hours on end. "Yeah, yeah sure. I'll explain everything when I'm there okay?"

"Okay."

"And Jemma?"

"Yeah?"

"Stay safe."

It was dark once she left the café. They had been kind enough to give her a scone and a cup of tea for nothing. And judging from the state of her once she had walked in, she wasn't surprised at that. She was wearing a dress that was once white but had faded to a dull grey, a hoodie thrown over it that she had stolen from some shop (she wasn't paying much attention to what shop, she just wanted something warm).

And she was covered in dirt.

Given her morning, which had been extremely unusual to say the least, the dirt came as no surprise.

Shivering, she hugged her arms around her body, trying to preserve what warmth she had. It was dark out as she walked the streets that she knew so well but weren't familiar at all.

She had no idea how she was even going to get that hotel room she had said to Daisy about. She had no money on her. Heck, the phone she had at the moment was one that she had pickpocketed. To be honest, everything she had on her (except her dress) had been stolen. She had had shoes, but they were in no way practical, tiny pumps that were flimsy and had fallen off more times than she could have counted after she had made her way from the graveyard earlier that day.

Because she had been dead.

Well, the Framework version of Jemma had been.

Waking up in a coffin was not something that Jemma had been expecting. It had been so very far from what she had been expecting but eventually she had managed to crawl her way out of the ground, tears streaming down her face and her breath shaky.

But she had got out, and she had contacted Daisy who was coming to find her.

And together they were going to save their teammates.

Together they were going to destroy this hell that had been created.

In the end, she hadn't been able to find anywhere, most places having closed. So she spent the rest of the time wondering the streets, keeping to the shadows and her face hidden. If she had been dead in this reality, she couldn't allow herself to be seen.

She had no idea what this world was like.

Who was ruling it.

Who was in charge.

Because judging from what she had experienced so far, it was so unlike the world she had come from. She couldn't even look up anything on the phone. It only had limited charge. And she needed it for when Daisy was coming, which was still several hours away.

So she continued wandering the streets, occasionally taking newspapers from bins, trying to catch up on what this world was really like.

But mainly she wandered.

When Daisy managed to find Jemma the next day, the first thing she did was pull her friend into an extremely tight hug.

Jemma returned it, almost crying when Daisy whispered, into her ear. Whispered words of relief that her friend wasn't dead.

Words of relief that she wasn't along in this world.

Words of relief that she didn't have to do this alone.

Once they finally, eventually broke apart, pulling away from each other, Daisy took in her friend. She looked… she looked awful to put it bluntly. Her skin was pale, and there was slight grey undertone to it, and her hair was limp and lifeless, dirt clinging to it that she mustn't have been able to get out.

But all in all, Daisy supposed, she was looking as good as someone could be whose body had been dead for over and buried, and had also recently climbed out of the ground.

"Do you want something to eat?" Daisy offered. "I suppose you don't have any money or anything."

Jemma nodded. "Please."

Daisy gave her a smile as they took their seats, in a booth. Once they had ordered, Jemma gave Daisy a quick run-down on everything that had happened to her since waking up in the coffin.

"So Ward was right…" Daisy whispered, causing what little colour there was to drain from Jemma's face and her eyes to widen.

"Ward? He's alive?"

Daisy nodded. "Yeah, yeah he is. In this world, Hydra… Hydra won." Daisy had done her research on the flight over, wanting to know what exactly she was getting into. "Coulson… he never joined S.H.I.E.L.D. he's a teacher. May… she's head of Hydra. Ward… Ward was never killed."

"And Fitz?" Jemma asked, wanting to know what had happened to the most important person to her.

Daisy shook her head. "He never joined. He worked…. His dad never walked out on him. They work together. I was… I was thinking. Maybe because he never joined S.H.I.E.L.D., and Ward… with him being Hydra… saw no reason to save you from the virus, and it… it killed you." She saw Jemma's eyes filling with tears and reached over across the table and took Jemma's hands in her own. "I'm so sorry. For, for everything."

Jemma removed one hand, so she could wipe away the tears and shook her head. "No, no it wasn't… it's not your fault. You don't have to… This isn't real. None of this is." She brushed some hair out of her face, and Skye saw a massive bruise at her hairline, maybe where the virus had released. "This is just fake. What AIDA has… none of this is real."

Daisy nodded, give her friend a reassuring smile. "Yeah, yeah none of this is real. And we're going… we're going to get them back."

The corner of Jemma's lips lifted at this. "So where is he? Fitz?"

Daisy let go of her hand and reached into her rucksack, removing the tablet and unlocking it before sliding it across the table. "There."

She watched as Jemma tried to process all that was on the screen, trying to take in what she was seeing on screen. Her face scrunched up in confusion. "That can't be him," she whispered.

"It is," Daisy said. "Trust me. I've contacted him."

"You have? How?"

Daisy raised an eyebrow as if that was all that needed to be said. "Let's just say he's exactly like Tony Stark before Stark had a reality check."

"Oh God," Jemma whispered. And before she could say anything more, the waitress returned with their food, both of them starting to eat, knowing they had a fight ahead and that getting all the energy that they needed would be vital if they wanted to survive this.

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