I apologize that it has been so long since I've posted! Here I am, on Saturday, and I haven't written a thing for this chapter. I'm so sorry. I hope you can forgive me. I just have a lot going on, as you probably do too, because of the coronavirus pandemic. Stay healthy, you all. I hope I can help you forget and destress with this new chapter.

Chapter Eleven

Daisy's POV

As the blackness turned to light, I realized where I was. My worst memory.

I was pummeling Mack.

Yeah, you heard me right.

Jemma's POV

"Good night," Fitz said to me. It was close to 1 A.M. and I was still working in the lab. I just didn't want to leave Daisy's side.

"'Night, dear," I said as he kissed me on the cheek. "I might be here all night." I eyed the sleeping girl a few feet away from us.

Fitz's eyes looked tired as he smiled a tiny bit and nodded. "Please try to get some shut-eye, though." He patted my shoulder affectionately. He took off his S.H.I.E.L.D. jacket and hung it up on the hook next to the lab door then left.

I couldn't leave Daisy. Not when she was the most vulnerable.

I knew she was going through living heck right now. She was enduring terrible memories. It hurt me so much to not be able to help her; it hurt me to not be able to swoop in and scoop her up away from harm like I've been doing ever since we rescued her from Taryan.

Maybe I should give her some space when she wakes up. Maybe the problem is I've been so cautious with her, perhaps too cautious. But then again, I let her back into the field today.

It isn't your fault that Inhuman hurt her, said my inner voice. The only person responsible is Sara herself. You couldn't have known that she would get hurt.

"I wish I could've," I whispered to myself, eyeing Daisy.

Suddenly, her heart monitors went crazy.

Daisy's POV

There I was, punching the living daylights out of Mack. I tried to stop myself, but I couldn't control it. I felt this addicting sensation to follow Hive's orders.

I was fully aware of my regular, usual self as I punched him, but I couldn't help but enjoy the delight that the parasite gave my brain. I couldn't stop myself as I hurt my friend, the man I thought of like a big brother.

My conscious self tried to reject Hive. I screwed my eyes shut; my face was the only part of my body that I could really control. I ground my teeth and willed myself to stop, but with no luck. I tried to stiffen my arms but nothing happened.

I opened my eyes to see my hurt friend. He looked so vulnerable, all because of me. I was doing this to him. This was my fault.

A tear trickled from my eye and I gasped in emotional pain. "Make it stop," I whispered to Sara. My fists started to hurt as I continued to pummel Mack. "MAKE IT STOP!" I screamed, pleading for her to end this.

I heard a dark chuckle that came from somewhere inside my brain. "Awww, but I'm really enjoying this, Daisy!" Sara pouted.

"At..." I sobbed a little as Mack winced. "...MY EXPENSE!"

"I'm sowwy," she mocked a child's pout-voice. "But sometimes we don't get what we want."

I shook my head and, in one swift motion, ripped my arms away from Mack. "I'm sorry...Mack..." I croaked. I fell backward, exhausted, and tried to scoot away as quickly as possible. Sure, my fists and arms ached, but the part of me that ached the most was my heart.

Everything in my body hurt as the delight the parasite usually gave me disappeared. I remembered that that happened when I was not following Hive's orders. I felt awful and I just wanted this all to end. Suddenly, the pain got to be unbearable and I found my chest unable to move at my will. I couldn't breathe. I started to panic as I gasped for the air which I could not find.

Fitz's POV

"FITZ!" screamed Jemma. I was pretty far away from the lab but I could still hear her. I turned on my heel, almost falling, and sprinted as fast as I could to my wife.

"What is it?" I asked her, panting. She stood next to Daisy and her monitors were beeping like crazy.

"I don't know what happened to her!" she exclaimed. "Her heart is racing! She's almost at the point of cardiac arrest!"

"I'll page the others," I told her. I emergency-paged May, Mack, and Yo-Yo. Yo-Yo was there in a split-second.

"What happened?!" she asked Jemma anxiously.

Jemma was now performing light chest compressions. "I need to slow down her heart rate before it gets to be..."

The two other agents entered. "Something's happening to Daisy," I told them, trying to stay calm.

The monitors started to beep less and Jemma calmed her compressions a little. Finally, the beeping stopped altogether and we all heaved a sigh of relief. Jemma stepped back from the bed and wiped her now-sweaty forehead with the back of her hand.

I put my hand on her shoulder and she turned around, pulling me into a hug. I could hear her sobs and feel the wetness of her tears on my shirt. "Shh, shh," I said to her, kissing her head. "She's alright now." I shared a glance with May, who sighed sadly and looked down at her feet.

Jemma pulled away from me, sniffling and wiping her eyes. I kept one arm around her waist and cupped her cheek in my other hand.

"Fitz, I..." Her lip quivered. "...I can't protect her. This is my fault-"

"Shut up," I said. "It's not your fault. It's Sara's fault. You had no way of knowing what Sara would do to Daisy."

"But we almost lost her..." Jemma's throat caught as she looked back at Daisy. "Fitz, I can't lose her. I can't let her get hurt again, I..."

She rested her head on my chest and shut her eyes, the final tears escaping.

After a few moments, she took a deep breath and stood up straight, stepping away from me. She wiped her eyes and nose with a tissue and turned to the team.

"What caused this?" May gently asked, taking this as the opportunity to ask questions.

Jemma sighed. "I'm not sure, May, but..." She eyed me for a split-second. "...it was probably a very bad memory."

I shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair. "Probably me..."

"You hush," Jemma scolded, swatting my wrist. "You have no way of knowing she was seeing that memory."

"She could've been, though," I muttered under my breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," I said louder.

"Yeah, I thought so." She glared at me for a moment, then turned back to the other agents. "This could be a good sign, but there's no concrete way of knowing that. Most of the other victims are back to normal by now, and they were struck just a few hours before Daisy."

"That's good news," Yo-Yo said.

Suddenly Daisy began to speak. "I'm sorry...Mack..."

Jemma rushed toward her. Daisy was wriggling around a little, but her eyes were shut tight. She appeared to be in pain. "Shh, Daisy," Jemma said to her, stroking her hair.

Mack looked confused. "Sorry for what, kid?" Daisy didn't respond, and Mack threw his arms up in frustration as her facial expression returned to normal and she stopped moving. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Probably just a memory she's having. Maybe one in which she hurt you," Jemma explained.

Relief swept through me at knowing she wasn't seeing The Doctor.

"But which memory?" Mack wanted to know.

"I guess you'll have to find out when she wakes up," I said.

"If she does," Jemma whispered quietly. I realized I was the only one who'd heard her.

Daisy's POV

I finally managed to get oxygen in my lungs as I blacked out once again. "Am I done?" I asked Sara wearily. "Are you done?"

"I suppose." She sighed. "It's such a shame. But, a deal's a deal."

The shapes this time did not form into the Lighthouse lab like I was hoping. They formed into quick images; my worst foster parents, then getting shot by Quinn, then finding out about my father, then getting my powers, then shooting myself with the ICER, then losing Jemma to Maveth, then getting mind-controlled by Hive, then getting attacked by LMDs, then getting sent into the Framework, then being on an alien ship, then being sold like an animal, then getting cut into by Fitz, then my fight with Talbot, then Coulson's and Fitz's deaths, then being captured by the Chronicoms, then being tortured by Taryan and the Kree, then getting stabbed, and finally being struck by Sara.

"Whoops," came Sara's voice. "Didn't mean to put that last one in there."

My eyes stung with tears as I watched the images of my worst memories go by. I had long forgotten some of them, and Sara was bringing them all back up to the surface.

"You stupid son of a..." I croaked, a crippling headache beginning to form in my head.

"Well, it's been fun!" she said cheerfully.

"I really wish I could punch you right now," I growled, clenching my teeth.

"Thank you for your additions to my collection. Good luck with your recovery, Daisy."

And with that, the shapes formed into the faces of my teammates.

I hope you all liked this chapter! Once again, I'm really sorry it took so long.

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