Time for another chapter!

DISCLAIMER: I know that many other writers have written missing scenes to this episode, all of which I greatly enjoyed reading myself in these past months on FanFiction. I am trying to make my take on it as original as possible so please don't take this the wrong way. I am in no way trying to copy anyone; many of you have suggested this and I just want to make you all happy. :)

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ONE-SHOT #8: The aftermath of Gideon Malick and Charles Hinton

SUMMARY: Set after season 3 episode 15, when Daisy was beaten by Gideon Malick and touched Charles Hinton, giving her a second future-vision

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Lincoln's face hurt more than he could ever imagine such a body part could hurt. It burned and felt like someone had skinned him. He leaned against the wall, waiting everything out, hoping someone would come and help him. The fight was over, the enemy had retreated, but there was no way he could get out of the building safely on his own.

Eventually he felt someone's hands on his arms. The owner of these hands asked, "Lincoln, you okay?"

Lincoln was able to identify this person as Director Coulson. So, he nodded.

"Have you seen Daisy come down from the roof yet?" Coulson asked as he helped Lincoln to his feet. The young man shook his head, regretting the action immediately as pain shot through his face.

Coulson visually inspected Lincoln's face. "We'll get Simmons to take a look at you. That doesn't look too fun."

"It isn't," Lincoln mumbled.

The men made their way to the stairs and decided to go up to the roof to check on Daisy and make sure everything went okay. He was guessing it did, because the enemy had already retreated, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Once they got to the roof, it was ashy in the air and dark, which made it hard to see what was going on. There was the soft whirring of a helicopter in the distance and the crackling of the billboard fire above them, but other than that, it was quiet.

When his eyes fell upon the two people on the floor, Coulson's heart started racing. He had no idea whether one of them was Daisy and though he hoped it wasn't, he knew deep inside him that he hadn't seen her come inside yet. He rushed to the two people and his heart starting beating even faster when he saw that the smaller form was Daisy. His Daisy. Her face was covered in blood, much like Lincoln, and her face was all scrunched up in pain. If she was really passed-out her face would at least be tranquil.

"Oh, oh Dais," Phil stammered, crouching next to her and putting a hand on her bloodied cheek. His lip quivered as the same emotions he felt the day she was shot by Quinn flooded him. Though he had been trying to calm her, he wasn't doing much as his hand trembled on her face. His eyebrows were knitted so close together one might've thought he had sad clown face paint on.

Lincoln rushed to Phil's side, wanting to help. "What can I do?" he asked frantically, his eyes searching Daisy.

Coulson pointed to the other body next to Daisy. "Check on him."

Lincoln nodded in understanding and walked up to Charles Hinton, squatting next to the man and leaning in to check his pulse.

"Don't...touch him," came a soft and pained voice. Coulson and Lincoln were surprised to find the noise came from Daisy. After saying those three words, she started to cough and stopped talking.

Lincoln looked to Coulson, confused. The older man nodded. "He gives people future-visions if you touch him. I wouldn't recommend it. Let the medics safely transport him."

Lincoln nodded in understanding.

Coulson was glad to hear Daisy talking but her coughing concerned him. He took her pained face in his hands and stared into her eyes, trying to get something, anything out of her. "Daisy, what happened?"

No response.

"Daisy, stay with me."

No response.

"Daisy!"

"Sir, you need to get her to stay awake," Lincoln said to Coulson as he moved to the older man's side, using his doctor skills to stay calm. "She might have a concussion."

"I'm trying!!" Coulson shouted, easily irritable because he was so anxious. His hands trembled as he gently shook Daisy. "Just—let Simmons know!!" he barked at Lincoln. The younger man nodded in compliance and tapped his comms earpiece.

"Simmons?!" he said loudly so she could hear him over everything.

"Lincoln?! What is it?! Are you all coming outside yet? We've been waiting!"

"Daisy, she—" He took a deep breath to compose himself. "We need a med evac up here, for two people."

"Is she okay?!" Jemma asked, terrified for her best friend.

"I hope so," Lincoln said quietly before ending the conversation.

"Daisy, please..." Coulson whispered, stroking her head. Her eyes started to open in slits.

"'M awake," she mumbled, swallowing her own blood. "'M awake," she repeated, quieter.

Phil rubbed her forehead. "Stay with me just a little longer. They're coming, I promise."

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Within a few minutes a SHIELD med team had made their way to the roof with two stretchers. A few medics wearing protective gear got Charles onto one of the stretchers. Some medics tried to lift Daisy onto one but Coulson practically hissed at them. He insisted he lift her up himself, and the medics reluctantly allowed him to, him being Director and all. He gently laid her on the gurney, not taking his eyes off her as the medics strapped her down and started checking her over.

Once they brought her to the elevator, they couldn't manage to fit anyone besides the medics and the stretchers, so Coulson and Lincoln had to wait for the next round. It killed both of them to not be able to stay with Daisy.

Once the med team finally got Daisy to the floor level, FitzSimmons rushed to the group to help them.

"What happened to her?!" Simmons asked Coulson frantically as they wheeled Daisy into the back of a SHIELD van. Jemma made sure she got in the back of the van with them. Fitz entered a different van with Charles and Lincoln.

"I don't know," Phil replied, never taking his eyes off his Daisy, not even to buckle up.

Jemma was gently stroking Daisy's head as the medics starting removing her jacket to examine her better. The biochemist's fingers slipped down to Daisy's neck and she breathed out deeply when she felt a nearly-normal pulse. One of the medics checked Daisy's eyes with a flashlight and said she most likely didn't have a concussion. That was a relief; Daisy could sleep safely.

The medics continued working for a few moments; they managed to get Daisy just in her t-shirt and start an IV for morphine. They also got a pulse oximeter onto her index finger and heart monitors on her chest.

"She isn't in critical condition," one of the medics explained. "She's just exhausted and in pain; that's why she passed out. With a bit of rest, medication, and TLC, she'll be fine."

Phil wanted to be relieved but his heart continued to ache as he watched his girl's pained face. Jemma felt the same way about her best friend.

Once they were done working, there were a few silent minutes. It didn't seem like they could ever get back to the base fast enough.

"I don't know if someone attacked her, or..." Coulson began. He shook his head in dismay, leaning forward to gently rub her arm. He looked at her pained face, her expression still a deep scowl. "I just wish I knew."

"I do, too," Jemma whispered.

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Once they finally got to the Playground, the med team wheeled Daisy to the medical lab. Based on their initial diagnosis in the med van, they knew Daisy was going to be fine, so they allowed Simmons to take care of the rest herself. The biochemist grabbed a few antiseptic wipes and started gently cleaning the blood from Daisy's facial cuts.

Seeing all the pain and suffering someone had no doubt put Daisy through was too much for Simmons to handle. She couldn't stop herself from crying. Turning away from Daisy, she sniffed and wiped her face with her wrist.

"Hey, don't cry," came a small, raspy voice. Simmons turned around to see Daisy, her eyes barely open and her mouth pulled into a tiny smile. "Jemma, 'm okay."

A corner of Simmons's lip rose, and she continued gently cleaning Daisy's face for her. "I know, Daisy, I know."

Nodding, Daisy swallowed and bit her lip at the minor sting the disinfectant was causing her. Once Jemma was done, she was quite relieved. The scientist also taped up her worst cuts with butterfly bandages to hold them together. Daisy was just grateful she didn't need stitches.

Simmons trashed her gloves and started washing her hands. "Would you mind telling me what happened?" she asked.

Pressing a button on the side of the hospital bed, Simmons raised Daisy to a sitting position.

Daisy sighed as Jemma turned to face her.

"Gideon Malick, he uh, he had some sort of device."

Simmons sucked in a nervous breath.

"It um, I think it made him strong or something, because he was able to just, you know, throw me into the ground and he kept punching me over and over. It was just weird for an old man to do all that and I..."

Jemma hated hearing that anyone would, anyone could do that to her Daisy. Whoever that was, she'd make them pay. Oh yes, she would. She would make Gideon Malick pay.

There was a silent minute before Jemma spoke: "I'm going to need to examine your ribs."

Daisy nodded in agreement, removing her hands from her sides and allowing Simmons to help her remove her black t-shirt. The biochemist gasped at the dark bruises covering her chest and abdomen.

Jemma sighed. "This is going to hurt," she told her friend.

"I can take it," Daisy insisted, but almost regretted saying that as soon as Simmons started prodding at her injuries. She hissed in pain, even with the morphine she'd been all doped up on.

"I'd say at least two, maybe three or four broken ribs," Simmons said after a minute. "I'd like to do an x-ray to be safe even though the head medic didn't find it necessary."

"I'm good, I think," Daisy mumbled, a bit slurred. Her exhaustion was beginning to show itself again.

Jemma sighed in satisfaction. "I'll get you some ice. But for now, I think some rest would do you good."

"Me thinks it would," Daisy stammered, her eyes fluttering shut.

Chuckling quietly, Jemma slowly lowered Daisy's bed to a sleeping position. She grabbed a blanket from the cabinet and tucked it over Daisy's shoulders. She gave her head a gentle stroke and planted a tiny kiss on her forehead before turning off the lights and leaving her to sleep, putting her full trust in the heart monitors to keep her safe.

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When Daisy awoke she shouldn't have been surprised that Simmons was in the room, but she couldn't deny she was. She wondered if the scientist had been up all night watching her. Looking down at herself, she also wondered how she managed to change into her favorite cozy sweater and pajama pants, but here she was.

She started to remember her pain and winced a bit when she tried to sit up. She then noticed all the wires coming from her finger and chest and started to get annoyed with those, too.

"What in God's name are you doing?!" came the voice of the omnipresent, omniscient Warden Simmons. She rushed to Daisy's side and uncomfortably started checking everything she could think of as if assuring herself that Daisy was still there.

"Just trying to sit up," Daisy mumbled groggily, her eyes puffy. How long had she been sleeping...?

"I know you've been asleep for fourteen hours but you shouldn't be getting up already," she said, as if reading Daisy's mind. "You need time to heal."

Before Daisy could retort she felt a sharp chill on her torso. She looked down to see Jemma holding an ice pack to her rib area.

"Okay, really?!" she hissed.

"You need it," Simmons insisted.

Daisy glared at her friend as she replaced her hands with her own, holding the ice pack to her own body. Simmons seated herself in the lone chair in the room, seemingly staring at Daisy and making sure she didn't let go of the ice pack.

"Don't you have things to do?" Daisy asked after a minute when she started to get irritated.

Jemma pursed her lips. "Sure, but nothing's more important than this right now."

Daisy groaned and mumbled something inaudible. She decided just to focus on something else. No, not what happened on the rooftop, not the future vision she saw, but something else. Hmm, Lincoln. Yeah, he was nice and he was attractive and...

"'M hungry," she said suddenly. You know, when you get that pang in your stomach you just gotta eat something.

"I gave you a few nutrients in your intravenous to help you regain your strength," Jemma told her.

Daisy rolled her eyes. "Yes, but did that include food in my mouth and me tasting it and swallowing it?"

"No..."

"I want that."

"Well I'm sure—"

As if he knew, at that moment Mack walked into the room, a huge grin on his face and a plate in his hand.

"How are you, Tremors?" he asked enthusiastically as he set the plate on her bed table, gently ruffling her hair with his free hand.

Daisy smirked. "A lot better after sleeping for that long."

"I can only imagine," he said, crossing his arms over his chest and watching his partner carefully. He hated to see her so hurt.

Daisy's eyes trailed to the food plate and she started eating eagerly as Mack and Simmons briefly discussed Daisy's condition. He also informed her that Charles's body had been respectfully dealt with and his family had been contacted.

Though Daisy may have seemed in good spirits on the outside, she was deeply troubled on the inside. She knew someone in SHIELD was going to die, she just didn't know when or who it was going to be. That terrified her. She wished she didn't have to deal with it all on her own...

That afternoon, Simmons allowed Daisy to go back to her bunk as long as she promised to rest. In no particular order, May, Coulson, and Lincoln made sure they visited her that evening. Coulson brought dinner and a hug, May brought advice and a book, and Lincoln brought a movie and gentle cuddles.

Daisy hadn't felt more loved in a long time. She knew the future held scary things but at least for now she had a family. With her family by her side, she knew she could get through anything.

She hoped.

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That's it for now because I can barely keep my eyes open writing this XD

Sorry if this chapter was kinda crappy; I know it wasn't my best work but I tried, at least a little.