Welcome back guys! If you're reading this, please know that THIS IS A SEQUEL STORY. You must read the previous story, "You Are Valuable" to understand this one. If you really don't feel like reading it, here is a short summary (don't read this summary if you plan on reading the prequel):

In early season 6, the Chronicoms captured Daisy instead of FitzSimmons and sold her to Taryan, Kasius's father, in order to get money to rebuild their world. While Taryan had Daisy, he had another inhibitor put in her, which traumatized Daisy, as she was reminded of her issues with Framework Fitz. Taryan also continuously shocked her with the inhibitor and caused a lot of nerve damage and pain. He "trained" her, but she refused to kill anyone, causing her to be shocked by her inhibitor. Finally, after two weeks of being in Taryan's hands, her team rescued Daisy. They found her when she had just been beaten up with broken arms, an injured back, a cut-up face, and more. When she got back to Earth in the Lighthouse, Jemma removed her inhibitor through an operation. But afterwards, Daisy went crazy for a moment and hurt Fitz, even trying to quake him. The team then decided to give Daisy a break from missions to recover, physically and emotionally. This new story is about her recovery.

PLEASE KNOW: This story ignores Sarge's existence, for now. Just put him out of your mind for this story.

Chapter One: Daisy's POV

I woke up this morning in my bunk to the sound of a mission alarm.I immediately wondered if the team needed me to get my suit on and get ready to go. It took me a while for my tired brain to clear up, but then I remembered what Simmons had told me last night:

"Our team has made the executive decision to let you recover for a while. Physically, of course, but also emotionally. You need to get back to normal before you can go all Quake on the bad guys."

I sighed, realizing that I couldn't do missions for a quite a while, in that case. At the time, I hadn't protested Jemma, partially because I was exhausted and partially because I felt guilty for hurting Fitz. But now, I wish I'd protested. All I wanted to do was help them, especially now. I didn't know what the alarm was about, but I felt an uncontrollable urge to do something. I stood up, still shaky from my injuries. I felt weak, stupid, and helpless. I stumbled over and put my hand on the doorknob only to remember that I wasn't allowed to leave my room. I sighed and felt a few tears leave my eyes. I was so angry at myself for allowing this to happen. Deep down, I knew my team didn't blame me, but I blamed myself.

I knew how stupid and weak I was and there was no denying it. I sat on the floor, against the door, pulling my knees to my chest. All I wanted to do was prove to my team that I cared about them. I wanted to prove to them that I wasn't as weak as they thought I was. I wanted to be Quake again.

I jolted up when I felt a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I asked. My arms ached as I stood up.

"It's Piper," the voice answered. I took a deep breath, not wanting yet another person to see me at my weakest. Here I was, in a stupid nightgown that Simmons forced me to wear, in my room crying like a troubled teenage girl. I wiped my eyes as well as I could with my casts and opened the door. Piper was dressed in her field outfit, clearly about to leave.

"Hi," I mumbled, self-conscious of my current state. "What's going on?"

Piper scratched her head. "I thought I'd fill you in on the mission. It's not too hard. There's just a kid in the hospital right now who probably just went though terrigenesis. She's lighting things on fire, and they requested our help."

"An...Inhuman kid?" I asked. "How old?"

"Fifteen." I imagined what it was like to be her, and I knew. I wondered why now, but I shrugged it off, wishing I could be there to help her.

Piper nodded. "Yep. But, you know how good Simmons is with them. We've got this, don't worry." She put a hand on my shoulder.

I winced a little in pain, and she guiltily let go of me. "Well, I'd better go. Fitz is staying here, if you need anything."

I nodded as she left. I wondered why Fitz had volunteered to stay here, for me. I thought he must be mad, but I suppose he wasn't. Maybe he felt just as guilty as I did.

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Fitz's POV

It was a no-brainer to volunteer to stay with Daisy. I felt like I had to make it up to her. I knew how badly she wanted to leave the Lighthouse, to go out and help. But I knew as well as anyone that she couldn't. She's very physically hurt, of course, but she's also traumatized. Partially from me, and partially from Taryan's crew. I felt half responsible, so I'm staying here to work on her suit.

An hour or so after the team left for the mission, I heard a page from Daisy. I stopped what I was doing, took a deep breath, and walked towards her bunk. I knocked on the door. "You paged me, Daisy?"

"Yep," I heard her say. Her voice sounded weak and unlike her.

"May I come in?"

"Yep," she said, even quieter this time. I turned the knob and pushed the door in, and gasped when I saw her on the floor next to her couch. She looked sad and embarrassed; I could tell she had fallen somehow and couldn't get up because of her injuries. It felt odd seeing her like this; I wasn't used to seeing her so weak. She's normally so strong, so powerful, but seeing her in this vulnerable position was hard for me to handle. I was eternally hitting myself for doing this to her, and I was cursing out Taryan. Daisy deserved none of this, yet here she was.

"What happened?" I asked as gently as I could. I carefully held her from under her arms and lifted her to her feet, noticing how surprisingly light she was. Then I helped her walk to her bed, sitting her down.

She sighed, looking at her feet self-consciously. "I tried to get up too fast from the couch, I guess. Next thing I knew, I was on the ground."

I sighed. Normally, when she was in this situation, she would joke. But I could tell she was in no mood to joke. "I'm sorry, Daisy." I sat on the edge of her bed. "Need to talk or anything? Can I get you some ice or something?"

She shook her head. "I'm fine. Thanks, though."

I stood up, slapping my thighs. "I'll let Jemma know when she gets back so she can make sure you're all good."

She weakly grabbed my wrist. "No, don't, please."

"Why?"

She shook her head. "I don't want anyone else to know that I fell. I don't want to seem more weak than they already think I am."

"No one think you're weak, Dai—"

"I know they do," she interrupted. "Please just go, Fitz. Don't tell anyone, got it?"

"Got it," I lied. I knew I had to tell Jemma. Daisy wasn't getting any better, and she needed help. Not my help, but someone's.

When Jemma got back, I asked her how the mission went.

"Good," she replied. "The girl is safe."

"Good to hear," I said.

She took her bag off of her back and threw it onto a table. "Anything happen to Daisy while I was gone?"

"Actually, yeah," I told her. She immediately stopped what she was doing, worry blatantly covering her face. I put my hands up defensively. "Hey, hey, nothing too serious. She just fell off her couch and needed my help getting up. She told me not to tell you, but—"

"No, thank you for telling me. I need to know these things."

I nodded as she left to go help her out.

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Jemma's POV

I knocked on Daisy's bunk door and heard no response. Worry flooded my system and I flung the door open to find her asleep on her bed. "Thank God," I whispered to myself, clutching my chest in relief.

Daisy rolled over and mumbled, "Did Fitz tell you?"

I knodded. "I kind of forced him to, though."

Daisy sighed. "Yeah, I get that. Please don't tell anyone else, though."

"I won't," I promised, and I was dead serious. I walked over to Daisy's bed and smiled. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I guess," she grumbled. "I wish I could get out of here."

"We're just trying to help, Daisy," I said, tidying up her room a little bit.

"Yeah." She sounded so sad, so defeated. Her normal self would protest this more, but she just gave up. I sighed, not knowing what to do next. She'll pull through, I keep telling myself, but it sure doesn't seem that way now.

"Well, do you need anything?" I asked, placing one of her couch cushions in its proper spot.

She winced a little in pain, but she tried to hide it. "Not really. I wish you'd let me put on my own clothes."

"Daisy, we've been through this. I need to be able to easily access your injuries in case something goes wrong. Eventually I will, I promise, but for now, you keep that gown on."

She rolled her eyes and sat up. I was surprised; she seemed a little bit stronger than the last time she tried to do that. "Can I at least shower?!" She swung her legs off the bed and carefully stood up. I came to her side to help her, but she swatted me away.

"Of course you can shower," I told her. "Do you need help?"

"I think I've got it. If I fall, you'll be nearby, right?" She looked genuinely scared for a moment as she opened the bathroom door, as if she wasn't too confident that she could stand up for that long.

I smiled warmly at her, hoping to cheer her up. I hated seeing her like this. "How about I stay right here if you need me." I sat down on her couch.

She smiled a tiny smile. "Thanks, Simmons."

I nodded. "Of course."

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Daisy's POV

That shower felt surprisingly good, and I was able to stand up just fine. I almost slipped when I got out, but I quickly stabilized myself. I wrapped my towel around me and left the bathroom to find Simmons reading a magazine on my couch.

"How'd you do?" she asked, cheerfully as usual.

"Good," I said. "I'm still intact." She nodded and looked back at her magazine as I got dressed. She had to help me tie the gown in the back, but other than that, I was mostly independent. I thanked her for helping me and then she left. I was grateful to have such caring and helpful friends, and as I went to bed that night, I felt like a little bit of guilt had been lifted from my chest.

I hope you liked this first chapter! Please review. The next chapter will be a little less fluff, hopefully, and will maybe include her trying to escape? We'll see. It'll probably be a little less depressing for Daisy and she'll be a little more like her joking self.