Thank you all so much for all the suggestions! I am 100% taking them all into account, I just have a few hesitations because I've read many fanfics with the exact same storylines which make me reluctant. I will try to be as original as possible and use my own take on it and write things that I, personally, would have liked to read or watch on the show.

Anyway, enjoy this one! I do apologize if any of the medical information is inaccurate.


ONE-SHOT #3: The Aftermath of Holding Open The Monolith

SUMMARY: After season 3 episode 2, when Daisy held open the monolith for Fitz to save Simmons from Maveth


Before collapsing to the floor, Daisy had to see her friends and make sure they were okay. She smiled a tiny smile upon seeing Jemma, and promptly fell to the floor.

She barely noticed Mack racing to catch her, and his voice was muffled as he said to her, "You did good, Tremors. You did good."

At some point someone was holding a water bottle to her lips, so she mustered up the strength to take it in her hands and take a sip. Then she felt Mack's arms around her as he helped her to her feet. She could see, sure, but everything was a little blurry.

She and Mack made their way to the Zephyr, the latter bringing Daisy to the lab so she'd be out of the way while Bobbi and the medics worked on Simmons.

Daisy couldn't think too clearly yet but she remembered thinking about Jemma. She was happy Jemma was okay.

Mack gently lifted Daisy up and set her on the counter, sitting up. He grabbed a blue cloth and got it a little wet in the sink, then gently wiped Daisy's bloody nose for her. "There you go," he said to her when she took the cloth from him and finished the job herself.

Mack eventually found a spare medic and pulled him into the lab. He - Agent Richardson - took out a stethoscope.

As he pressed it to Daisy's back and listened to her breathing, he asked Mack, "So, what exactly happened to her?"

"I...overused my powers. They're not designed for that much of long-term use," Daisy managed to reply, a little exasperated from the dizziness and splitting headache.

Richardson nodded, understanding, as he transferred the stethoscope to her chest. Once he was done, he pulled it out of his ears and set it on his neck. "Sounds good," he told the agents.

Much to Daisy's annoyance, Richardson took out a flashlight and shined it into her eyes. She squinted and, out of instinct, tried to swat him away.

The medic narrowed his eyes as he checked her other eye. "Your pupils are a little blown." He looked to Mack. "Do you have any idea if this could be a concussion?"

"Maybe," Daisy said, starting to feel better. "It felt like my brain was vibrating and swimming around in my skull."

Richardson clicked off the flashlight, setting it back into his lab coat pocket. "If anything, it's a minor concussion." He pointed a finger at Daisy. "But if you do start to feel extreme nausea or vomiting, please report it so we can do some scans in the lab back at the base."

Daisy nodded, immediately regretting the sudden movement of her head. She clenched her jaw, making Mack cross his arms and give her a look of concern.

"Tremors..." he began.

"I'm fine," Daisy insisted, putting a hand up to stop him.

Richardson left for a moment and came back with an ice pack and a medicine bottle. He handed both items to Daisy. "Use the ice pack on your head until it starts to lose its chill. That should be enough time for you to feel much better." He pointed to the bottle in her hand. "And take two of these every few hours for the next day or so, or until the pain and nausea start to subside." He patted her shoulder. "And, Agent Johnson, take it easy tonight. No reading, no electronics for the next twelve hours, at least. Drink lots of water." He pointed an accusing finger at Mack. "You keep an eye on her, Agent Mack, okay?"

Mack chuckled and Daisy rolled her eyes. "Of course," the tall man assured the medic.


"You really need to eat something," Mack told Daisy, sliding the dinner plate toward her for the third time. He picked up the medicine bottle and squinted at the label. "You really shouldn't take these on an empty stomach."

"Not hungry," came the nonchalant response. Daisy was too invested in her laptop, squinting at the screen. Her ice pack was lying on the table, relatively unused.

Mack huffed and reached his hand forward, slamming her laptop shut and yanking it away from her. "Doc said no screens," he reminded her upon seeing her angered expression.

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest and setting her jaw. "Whatever, Mack. Stop babying me."

Mack shrugged, snagging a pepperoni from her plate and popping it into his mouth. "You're sick, I help you."

Daisy finally uncrossed her arms and slid the plate toward herself. She looked down at it then back to Mack, squinting then pointing an accusing finger at him. "I'm eating this just for you."

Mack leaned back in his chair, smug. He smirked as she took a bite. "Good. You finally listened to me."

Daisy rolled her eyes, wiping her hand with a napkin. "I'm not in as bad of shape as Simmons. Have you heard anything else about her?"

Mack shook his head. "Nothing much. Bobbi says her eyes and lungs will take some time to adjust, but otherwise, she's physically fine."

Daisy swallowed a cracker. "Yeah, well, the emotional and mental aspect will be tough. I hope she doesn't shut us out, especially Fitz."

Mack let out a big sigh. "You and me both, kid."

Mack eventually got caught up in watching the news on the TV, but a groan from Daisy interrupted him. He looked over at her to see her face all scrunched up in pain.

"What is it, Tremors?!" he asked, alarmed.

She gripped the table with a death-grip as she tried to control her tremors.

Mack frantically unscrewed the cap of the medicine bottle and, with a shaky hand, dumped out two pills and grabbed her water glass, handing them to her. "Here, take this, Daisy."

Daisy was able to open her eyes in slits and grab the items, gratefully swallowing the pills. She then reached for the ice pack, but Mack intervened and helped her, walking over to her side of the table and gently holding the pack to her head.

Once she started to feel a little better, Daisy said, "Thank you, Mack. I'm sorry, I...It just started hurting all of a sudden."

Mack let out a "tsk" sound. "Maybe you should've listened to Richardson and not used your laptop."

Daisy sighed, allowing Mack to release his hand so she could hold the ice pack to her head herself. "I won't do it again," she muttered.

Mack seated himself back at his chair, nodding in satisfaction. "That's what I like to hear."

Daisy rolled her eyes as she took a sip of water. She hated when her team babied her, but it always reminded her how much they cared. She didn't grow up around a lot of caring people - other than the occasional nice foster parent - so it meant a lot to her.

Daisy retreated to her bunk, but not before stopping at the locker room for a nice, hot shower. She felt a lot better afterwards, and was able to relax in her bed without her head throbbing.

The next morning she felt good as new. But she sure as hell wasn't going to try to open a monolith again, unless it meant saving one of her teammates. Oh yeah, then, it would be perfectly acceptable.


I hope you all enjoyed! I was thinking about doing 3x13 or in-between 1x14 and 1x15 next, but which would you all prefer?

Thanks for all the support! :))