Jemma tried not to pace anxiously as Daisy set to work. She felt like she should go elsewhere, but she also felt like she should be there the second something was discovered. She was so nervous, her tea was threatening to make a reappearance. This was by far the best shot they had, and if it didn't pan out…

She could not, under any circumstances, think about that right now.

Daisy sporadically cursed and took a different tack every few minutes, and Jemma chewed on her thumbnail as she watched her try to decrypt it. After a few agonizing minutes, Bobbi walked up beside her, and put an arm around her shoulder.

"Why don't we go for a little walk around the ship and let her work?" she suggested.

Jemma looked at her worriedly.

"You'll let us know the minute you're done, Daisy?" Bobbi asked.

"Absolutely," she said. "Just give me some room to concentrate, and I'll have the files in no time."

"Okay," Jemma acquiesced and turned to walk away with Bobbi.

Bobbi kept her arm around her as they walked, trying desperately to calm the nerves she could feel reverberating through Jemma's small body.

"I think I'm going to vomit," Jemma said.

"Please don't do that," Bobbi replied gently. "I know this is hard, but let's just try to keep calm, okay?"

"I've been trying to keep calm for weeks."

"I know. It can't have been easy for you."

"It's not. It's really not getting any easier," she said, starting to cry openly.

"Is there somewhere we can go where you can sit down?" Bobbi asked, rubbing her shoulder.

Jemma nodded, and they headed to her compartment. "I can't keep doing this. I can't keep crying forever," she said on a broken sob as she and Bobbi sat down on her bunk together.

"Look, Jemma, you know how much Hunter drives me crazy, right?"

Jemma nodded.

"If he died, I would never stop crying. And this is me we're talking about."

That only made Jemma cry harder.

"There we go," Bobbi said soothingly, wrapping both arms around her friend. "If you've been stiff upper lipping this since it happened, you have to realize that is not healthy. So just get it out, and I'll be here as long as it takes. You don't have to be strong for anyone anymore, Jemma. I'll do that for you, okay?"

Jemma nodded into her shoulder, but that was all she could manage through the floods of tears. It was like a storm had broken inside of her, and now she was afraid it was never going to stop. All of the pain, all of the trauma, that she had been holding inside and trying to work through, if not starting with the bottom of the ocean and a distant planet, at least since the Framework, threatened to do her in. They had been released from one prison, only to be taken to others, either of the future or a secret Hydra facility. How had she and Fitz – how had any of them, for that matter – been broken over and over again, and still kept going? How were they expected to? Now that she knew the bitter consequences, she vowed to herself she was never going to let it happen again. If they got out of this alive, there would be time to grieve, and there had to be time to heal. They had experienced too many separations and too much time had been taken from them to ever take it for granted again, and she was going to make sure it never was.

When her sobs slowed to little hiccups what felt like hours, but she was sure were only minutes, later, she slowly pulled away from Bobbi's embrace.

"Don't you dare apologize," Bobbi said before she could even open her mouth.

Jemma grabbed what looked like half the box of tissues and started trying to dry her face and blow her nose. "Not even about your blouse?"

"Not even about that," Bobbi said. "No one has let you cry after all that's happened, Jemma?"

"No one to blame, because I wouldn't even let myself."

"Why?"

"Because I knew this was what would happen," Jemma said with a deep sigh. "Because I knew if I let myself go like that, I might never come out of it. Remember what feels like forever ago when I told you I couldn't imagine my life without him?"

Bobbi nodded.

"Well, I can't. And even more so now than back then, when all I had were confused feelings for him. When I finally let go, and when I finally admitted how much he meant to me, I knew the danger of having to lose that someday. But for some reason I thought it would be when we were old and gray, even factoring in what we do. How stupid was that? After all we've been through, just naively hoping that's the only way it would end."

"That's not stupid at all. That's what everybody shoots for, Jemma. That's the whole point. And you can still get that. You're going to have a different perspective on it, and Fitz will learn to. You can still have that, and that's great, but you have got to stop ignoring what you've been through and feel it. You're no good to yourself or him if you don't. You've lived part of a life, however small, that he was there for but doesn't even know about. And that's going to suck for both of you. So you have to grieve for that intense experience he wasn't there for, but somehow was, and he is going to have to let you. Which I know he will after he understands what's happened. But at the same time, you get a chance to cheat death. Real, actual death. Not separation or near death, but you get to get him back in a way most people never can. Just promise me that you won't bottle all this up, because I would like to see you live to enjoy it, okay?"

Jemma nodded firmly. "Okay."

"Guuuuuuys!" They heard Daisy bellow through the intercom system. "It looks like we have a winner!"

They stood up, held hands, and ran through the corridors as fast as they could.

"What did you find?" Jemma asked as she and Bobbi rushed the deck. The others were quickly joining them.

"Coordinates to their final destination, and instructions on how to signal the ship if need be," Daisy said, still scanning through files.

Jemma felt her knees weaken, and Bobbi took her elbow to steady her. "Oh, thank God," she said on a shaky breath. "This is what we've been looking for."

Daisy brought Davis in to go over the files and to see what kind of time the Zephyr could make. It had only been a few months since Fitz had frozen himself and gone into space, but Enoch had alien technology.

They had gravitonium.

Mack came up beside Jemma. "We really have something?"

"It would seem so," Jemma said.

They waited a few minutes while Davis honed his calculations. Those minutes dragged on for her as she stood supported by Mack and Bobbi on either side. This was the most hope she had felt in ages, but she was loathe to let it consume her. Until he was with her again, she was trying not to get her hopes up so high that she couldn't survive if they failed.

Davis finally walked up to them. "Their destination was Jupiter."

Jemma blinked. "Jupiter? It takes six years to get there."

"Not with modern technology, Agent Simmons," he said. "And certainly not with ours. More specifically, it looks like they're orbiting along with Europa, one of Jupiter's moons. Only three hundred and sixty-five million, four hundred and fourteen thousand miles away at the moment."

"Is that all?" Jemma asked with a disbelieving laugh. "He would choose Europa," she said, looking at all of them around her, the glitter of tears back in her eyes. "And what shall we do once we're there?"

"Enoch left blueprints of his ship, and how to dock in case of emergency. Which, given what we've seen lately, is a possibility. Also, we have his frequency, so if somehow they're not quite there, we shouldn't miss them on the way. We should be able to reach them in two weeks. Maybe faster if I really stretch her wings."

She feared for a moment she had stopped breathing, and she quietly sat in one of the empty seats. "We know where to find him. I can't believe it." They were all looking at her as if she might break or explode, and they didn't know quite which. "I just want to say thank you. I know we have all gone through so much on so many different fronts in such a short time, and you have all worked so hard to find Fitz and support me along the way. I'll never be able to say how grateful I am, and I'll never be able to repay you. But I hope this gives us all a fresh start that can somewhat bring us back from where we've been, and that we can be stronger in the family that I know we already are. I just want us all to be happy finally, and to get through all of the awfulness that is happening in the world right now. We are going to need each other for that." She cleared her throat. "While I'm being horribly sappy, I just want to say that I love all of you, and I'm sorry if I ever gave you any reason to doubt that."

They all walked up one by one, hugging her and offering words of affection. She knew they might still have a few tense times ahead of them, but she basked in the warmth of her chosen family and the new sense of real hope she found blooming in her chest.

"All right, all right, let's save the celebrating for when we've really accomplished something," Hunter declared. "Let's go get our boy!"

There was a mixture of laughter and eye rolls, but the sentiment could not have been more mutual.