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And now, here's chapter ten!

Jemma had her head in her hands as she thought. She should have seen this coming. The DNA analysis of the husk piece had been completed for almost a day. It clearly showed that the husk was from Caitlin, and not the deceased HYDRA agent. But they'd been distracted, working on analyzing Cisco's DNA, and the husk results had gone unchecked.

It was the first moment of silence since Barry had woken her.

Her eyes moved back up to the containment module. From her seated position, she couldn't see inside it, but she knew it would be the same sight as five minutes ago. Caitlin wouldn't wake up for a few hours, unless they made her. Jemma hoped she felt better when she did wake up. The poor thing had been so shaken and distraught, putting her out had seemed the only option. She definitely hadn't been able to talk about it. At least in the containment module, her cold powers wouldn't be a problem.

Daisy had thought Caitlin's reaction was extreme. Jemma understood it. Her world had turned upside down in an instant. Apparently Caitlin had started freezing the whole base. And she hadn't even been aware of it. Jemma would have been a bit freaked out herself, if she'd been informed of this immediately upon waking.

Jemma had been outside the containment module for about twenty minutes, since they'd moved Caitlin in there. Daisy and Cisco had only just left.

Daisy may not have known how to take care of Caitlin, but she was definitely helping Cisco. The engineer was obviously struggling with adapting to being an Inhuman, and worry for his friend was no doubt making it worse. Daisy was going to have a talk with him. Jemma suspected Coulson would as well. The Director was going to meet with Rosalind Price for the morning, but promised to check in on Caitlin's and Cisco's progress when he returned.

There was really nothing Jemma could do, sitting on the ground outside the containment module. She would be most helpful by going back to the lab and analyzing the data with Fitz. So she stood and walked there after a final glance at Caitlin.

Fitz was hunched at his desk, so absorbed in his task he didn't look up when she walked in. He had his chin cupped in his hand, and she could tell he hadn't shaved in a few days. She had always thought it would be strange to see him with facial hair, but she found the stubble along his jawline rather suited him.

She moved to the edge of his desk to see what he was working on, and his eyes flicked to her. He sat up, putting his hand down by his lap. "Hey."

"Hey."

"How's Caitlin?"

"No change, which is good. What are you looking at?"

"The temperature variations since last night. It's incredible how far around the base her powers reached. Starting around one o'clock the temperature started to dip. It steadily decreased for about an hour, and then plummeted in a matter of minutes." He looked up at her. "The coldest spot was the bunks, obviously, but even the hangar was cold."

There was a thermal map of the base on his computer screen, appearing similar to a map for an earthquake…

"It reminds me of Daisy's powers," Jemma said. "Remember how the whole base would shake?"

"This is definitely similar. Their powers have more range than other Inhumans'."

Jemma leaned against his desk, her back to it. "We brought the three of them here even though only one had powers. Now it turns out all three of them do. Isn't that strange?"

He seemed to recognize the musing tone to her voice, because he leaned back in his chair in a typical contemplative stance. "We don't actually know how many people have the Inhuman genes. If we assume they're originally from different geographic locations, it's not too odd."

He was right, of course, and she straightened up. It didn't matter what the odds were. They had to figure out the best way to help them adjust.

0-0

"Cisco, I need you to focus."

"I can't just tell the future."

"I know. But I think you get pieces of it. Pieces that relate to you and those around you."

Cisco reluctantly nodded. He'd been thinking the same kind of thing, after finding out that Andrew was Lash. He'd seen May upset in his latest vision, saying Andrew's name. It wasn't concrete (and seemed totally sci-fi) but it did make sense that he had seen part of the future. "Pieces," he agreed. "Not whole pictures."

Daisy 's voice gentled. "Pieces are still plenty useful. I want you to try and see one of those pieces now."

He took Daisy's hand, trying to focus on her, and groaned in frustration. "I can't control it."

He was glad it wasn't happening every time he touched someone. He really hadn't wanted to go the rest of his life shut off in terms of touch. He just had absolutely no idea how to make himself see these pieces of the future on command.

"What were you thinking when you saw the vision about Andrew?"

He tried to remember. "Nothing specific. And the first time I had a vision I wasn't really thinking at all. I was just coming out of the husk." That vision hadn't been as clear as the second. Did that mean it wasn't fully real? He would puzzle over it later.

Daisy stepped closer. "What were you feeling?"

Fear was the first thing that came to mind. Daisy seemed to read that in his eyes. "I was scared all the time when I first got my powers," she told him. "That's normal."

Cisco closed his eyes as he took Daisy's hand again. He forced himself to push his fear aside, focusing on the hand he held in his and thinking Daisy, Daisy, hoping he would see something connecting to her. Some piece. Come on, he thought. Powers, show me something about Daisy.

Daisy was the one to pull her hand away. "It's okay," she said. "We'll keep working on it."

Cisco opened his eyes. "Is that what you did? Just keep trying in little bursts?"

"My experience wasn't very consistent. I practiced with Li – with my transitioner, but I also had to defend myself, so my powers were tested in different ways."

He noticed that she stopped herself from naming this 'transitioner' and wondered if something had happened to them. Her answer suggested that there was no sure-fire way to practice with powers though, which was what he really wanted to know. She said having to defend herself had helped her… "Teach me how to fight."

Daisy smiled, and then looked at him carefully. "You're serious? Why?"

"Maybe the adrenaline will make a difference."

He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a glimmer of respect as Daisy's lips turned up at the edges and she nodded.

0-0

"Snow, how are you doing?" Coulson asked.

"Fine," she said. She most certainly wasn't doing that well, but at the moment, things were muted again. She wasn't hysterical, like she'd been before. She was slightly embarrassed, now that her immediate reaction was over. She should know how to handle fear better than that.

Of course the idea that her powers had spread that far without her even being conscious terrified her. If she could do that asleep, what could she do awake? What could she do if she tried? And more importantly, would it mean she had to control herself every minute, and never relax?

Coulson was looking at her carefully. Caitlin thought Coulson had a way of reading people. He'd known something was wrong right after she'd gone through terrigenesis. He hadn't known what, but he was good at understanding when people were in need of help. He was looking at her that way now.

"How are you really?"

She was tempted to smile, though only for a second. She decided to be honest with him. "I'm scared of what I can do."

He stepped up closer to the window of the containment module. "As far as I can tell, we don't know exactly what you can do."

Another thing that scared her. Caitlin kept her expression closed off as her fear started climbing again, trying to instill the same control she had over her features on her emotions. It was a partial success.

"I want you to try coming out here."

Minor alarm. "Are you sure that's -?"

"You'll be fine. You have to come out eventually," he said when she still didn't move.

She took a measured breath as she opened the door of the containment module and stepped outside, aware that leaving those white panels meant the return of her powers. A tingling sensation ran along her spine. Coulson was still looking at her in that see-through way, and she realized she was still okay.

"Alright Snow," said Coulson with an encouraging nod. "I know Fitz-Simmons probably want to talk to you, but let's go see Agent May first."

Caitlin definitely hadn't expected that. "Why?"

"Just trust me," he said as they started walking down the hall. "And know that it'll help May as much as you. She could use something to focus on right now, after Andrew."

Caitlin still wasn't sure how May was going to help her, but she wasn't going to question Coulson. She knew he had his reasons. She thought he was worried about May too, because when they walked into the room where May was, his gaze rested on her a little longer than necessary.

The woman didn't appear upset; she didn't appear much of anything, and Caitlin realized May wasn't just an extremely serious individual: she was a master at hiding her emotions and expressions. She had to be, to not show how heartbroken she must be feeling.

"Thought you'd be in the lab," she said in way of greeting.

Coulson stepped up to May and said something to her in such a low tone that Caitlin couldn't hear all of it. She did catch the words calming and trust. May nodded, and Coulson stepped away from her again, looking at Caitlin. "May's got it from here. If you need me, just let her know."

Caitlin murmured a low thank you as he walked out, a bit nervous. It wasn't like she disliked Agent May, but she didn't have much experience with her. The woman looked at her fully, revealing care in her carefully controlled gaze. It made Caitlin's nerves fade away.

"You ever done tai chi?"

0-0

Fitz didn't see most of the team for the next week or so. He only left the lab to eat and sleep, he was working so hard. He had to, though. First he and Jemma altered the design of the gauntlets they'd made for Daisy, constructing something similar for Caitlin. That had been a priority, so she felt comfortable enough to stay out of the containment module. Once that was done Daisy had asked them to try to make something for Cisco, to help him focus his powers. Fitz was thinking wavelengths and frequencies would help, and drafting something with Jemma.

The other reason he was so busy was looking into Maveth. He hadn't been focusing on it much, and not at all since the breakthrough that Distant Star Pathfinder had been HYDRA. It made Fitz's skin tingle uncomfortably to think of Will stranded there – and to think of Jemma thinking of him. It wasn't a very good situation, but he did have to try and rescue the man who'd kept her alive. He owed it to him. And it was time to get serious about it again. So he pored over all the documents he had, searching for signs of another portal. If he had a portal, he could make a plan to go in and get Will…

Of course he wasn't telling Jemma about this most recent push for information. There was no point until he found something that would make any difference, and she was having better luck than him in understanding Cisco's powers. Once she figured out the bio basics, he could figure out the tech basics; then they could put them together.

As busy as he was, it was nice to be in the lab with Jemma again, just the two of them. He really liked Cisco, Caitlin, and Barry. He liked them as much as he liked the rest of the team, actually. He also liked things staying the same. This, being in the lab alone except for Jemma, was the same. The way they worked in their own space most of the day, but he was always aware of her presence. The way even when she wasn't in his peripheral vision, he knew exactly where she stood in relation to him, as if a cord tied them together.

"Fitz," she said one afternoon, in a thoughtful voice.

He looked up. "Is that a 'Fitz I think I've found it' or a 'Fitz I feel the need to make you a sandwich?'"

She raised an eyebrow. "Has there ever been a time where I've meant the latter?"

He smiled briefly. "I can hope there'll be a day where you do."

She walked over to him. "From the basic tests I've done and what Cisco and Daisy have told us, I believe our initial hypothesis was right. Cisco's powers relate to wavelengths of energy."

"So we need to fashion a device that can… what, latch onto his personal wavelengths and enhance them?"

"Something to that effect."

Fitz drew up the sketch he'd made, in case their hypothesis was correct, and felt a rush of triumph at the approval in Jemma's expression.

"Fitz."

He looked up at her in confusion. "Did you figure something else out?"

She pulled at his arm, making him stand and leading him to the door. "No. I feel the sudden need to make you a sandwich."

0-0

"Don't go easy on me."

Daisy didn't say anything, and Cisco lowered his hands from their defensive position. "I can take it."

Now Daisy scoffed.

Cisco's defensiveness rose. She'd been drilling him all week with basic fighting techniques, and he thought he was doing pretty well. Yes, he still stumbled, and his moves were slow compared to – well, everyone on the base – but he was happy with his progress. He wanted her to try really fighting him, now that he had a backdrop to fall on. Maybe it would prompt his powers to kick into gear, doing more than just play-sparring. He hadn't had so much as a flicker of a vision, despite working almost all day with Daisy on either basic combat skills or focus lessons.

Daisy sighed. "Okay, you've definitely improved, but a couple days isn't enough practice for that," she said, correctly interpreting his rebellious expression. "Even without my powers. Not trying to boast, but May taught me a lot. And May's good."

He was well aware that Daisy could send him to the ground with a single blow. She was a warrior in both appearance and ability. "I don't need you to actually beat me up. I want the adrenaline."

She lunged, sweeping her leg out and knocking him flat. He took in a loud, shocked breath as his head hit the (only slightly softer than the floor) training mat. "Ow."

"How's your adrenaline level?" Daisy asked semi-sweetly.

Considering Cisco could hear the blood rushing in his ears, it was higher than before. He scrambled to his feet and reached for her arm. She moved just out of reach, probably thinking he wanted to retaliate, before remembering and holding out her hand. Cisco took another breath to focus and steady himself before grasping her wrist, even closing his eyes.

Come on, he thought. He breathed in and out, and for a few seconds he did see something behind his closed eyelids. A flicker of blue, like the tinge that had surrounded the other vision. He tried to latch onto it and felt it slip away like water through his fingers. He tightened his hand instinctively, then quickly drew it back as he felt Daisy's arm tense.

"I guess it wasn't enough?" Daisy asked.

"It was close. We're doing something right."

"This might help."

Cisco turned to see Fitz and Simmons in the doorway. Fitz had something in his hand, and at Cisco's look he walked over, holding it up. It seemed like a cross between headgear and a visor.

"How do I use it?"

"Just put it on, and it should allow you to use your abilities," Simmons said. "We just finished it and thought you might like to try it out."

Cisco nodded. He'd been close to seeing something a minute ago. Now was definitely a good time. He let Fitz and Simmons stand next to him, their hands on either side of his head as they placed the device on him. It settled over his ears and stretched across his forehead, the thin metal slightly cool on his skin.

"There's a small button right along the side, just here." Simmons guided his hand to the slightly raised circle, and then let him go.

He pressed the button. "Here goes."

Daisy's hand found his without him even reaching for it, and Cisco's breath hitched, his eyes widening as a vision overtook him. There was a ringing sound in his ears, and a bright blue light on all sides. Within the field of blue was a blurred shape that, a few seconds later, resolved into Daisy. She was dressed in black gear, sending an energy blast at a bunch of dark figures as they ran toward her. "Tremors, hold on!" a masculine voice called. The vision started to blur and fade. Daisy stumbled as a blow got through, falling to one knee.

"Wait," Cisco said. The vision faded despite his attempt to see more, leaving him facing Daisy in real life.

"It worked then?" Fitz asked.

Cisco nodded, unable to hide the worry he felt as he looked at Daisy. "You were in a fight. I heard Mack yell to you, but you were starting to go down…"

"Think of all the details you can remember," Daisy prompted. She didn't seem concerned. If anything, he thought she was happy. "You did good."

0-0

Caitlin pulled the gauntlets on, slowly at first and then with faster pulls. The almost oppressive warmth started up as soon as they were in place. It had been getting progressively more intense each time she wore them. At first, when Fitz and Simmons had given them to her, she'd been thrilled. She hadn't had to be afraid to be out of the containment module. Now, she was only wearing them when she left her room, because of the heat. Maybe they really did make her warmer, to counteract her cold powers. She suspected it might be her body itself rejecting them, wanting to use the cold that ran through her system. She was surprised to find that she wanted to be able to use that cold.

Bobbi was there with May when Caitlin reached the room they'd been practicing and talking in. It had been helping Caitlin relax, learning a few steps to go through from May, but it was mostly talking to she and Bobbi, learning about how their struggles had shaped them, that helped her. Today she didn't want to talk.

"I want to actually try something," she said, interrupting the flow of conversation when she couldn't stand it any longer.

Bobbi raised an eyebrow. "Okay."

May was watching her carefully as Caitlin started pulling at the gauntlets. Caitlin didn't care if they thought it was a bad idea. The second the gauntlets were off the heat drained away, almost leaving her lightheaded in relief.

"Are you okay? You look pale," Bobbi said.

Caitlin partially smiled. "I'm good." She was. It was the gauntlets that were the problem, and she threw them to the ground. "It's time to start using these powers."

"Take it slow," May advised.

She drew out her breath, trying to make the cold expand by her hands. Her fingers curled as a visible mist formed around them, bluish white. It moved in a vapor to the floor, spreading as she kept it up.

"Wow." Bobbi seemed impressed. Caitlin couldn't understand why she would be impressed at this meager demonstration of her powers, unless they had less confidence in her than she'd thought. But of course they did. A different kind of cold flooded her spine. She'd had these powers for days, and they'd been treating her like a child. As if she couldn't cope with being an Inhuman. They hadn't worn kiddie gloves with Cisco.

Kiddie gloves…

Her eyes snapped to the gauntlets, lying on the floor a few feet away. They were the others' excuse for not using these powers. She raised her right hand in their direction, concentrating and sending a wave of frozen mist at them. For a few seconds it was just that mist; then it solidified into ice, and the gauntlets broke apart with a crackle.

"What are you doing?" Bobbi asked.

Caitlin turned to her, and took in her confusion and May's tension. "Using my powers," Caitlin said with a straight face. Her hands trailed a blue-white vapor. She had no intention of stopping it.