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13 years in the future. The previous day.

Ward heard screaming coming from Lily's bedroom. He rushed in there, ready for anything. Could Hydra or the ATCU be here? Again? "She's gone!", Daisy was screaming hysterically. Ward sighed. Wasn't she being a tad overprotective? "She probably just went to the bathroom.", he said calmly. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Lily had gotten lost at the beach once and Daisy had been hysterical. Ever since then, she hadn't let Lily out of her sight… even if she went in the next room. "No!" she screamed. "She disappeared right in front of my eyes!"

After she related the whole story, Ward said, almost calmly, "Could she teleport?". Daisy shook her head. "Lincoln said that Gordon was the only one of his kind. Anyway, how are you taking this so well?" Inside, Ward was freaking out. He wracked his brain. Did Hydra have some sort of teleportation that Shield didn't know about yet? He hadn't been with Hydra for years, but wouldn't there have been plans already laid up? And anyway, how did they even know he had a daughter? It didn't make sense.

His thoughts were interrupted by Daisy's phone. She quickly answered it. "What have you done with my daughter?!" she screamed. That was quickly followed by, "I'm so sorry Jemma! I thought you were the one who kidnapped Lily! I'm giving the phone to Grant." Daisy quickly handed over the phone and went into the office. She was going to make missing posters, no doubt. "Hello Jemma", he said, "sorry about Daisy. She's hysterical. Someone-" "Kidnapped Lily?", Jemma finished. "That's why I'm calling. Don't worry. She's fine. I've seen her… 13 years ago."

Back to the past

The little girl was to sleep in Jemma's bunk until further notice. Jemma was totally fine with that. It wasn't as though she couldn't sleep, she just didn't want to sleep. Jemma still hadn't told anyone who the little girl's parents were. She'd ran the scans over and over again. It was too unbelievable and that was coming from her! How could it even be possible? The girl was around seven or eight years old. Seven or eight years ago, Daisy was eighteen or nineteen. She couldn't have known Ward then, could she?

Jemma started running tests on the little girl's clothes, which they had taken off of her to put on pajamas (she didn't ask how or where they got little girl pajamas). She had just discovered something really interesting, as in more interesting than the fact that her when Fitz came into the lab. "It's one o'clock in the morning!", he said not loud enough to wake anyone up, but not quiet enough to be considered talking normally. "Why aren't you asleep?" Jemma gulped, she was going to have to tell him everything.

Twenty minutes later…

"So that's about it.", Jemma finished, amazed that it had only taken twenty minutes to explain all of this to him. "Except of course for-" "How is this even possible?", Fitz interrupted her, relieved that it had taken only twenty minutes for her to explain this to him . "Daisy would have been approximately 18 when this little girl was born and she couldn't have known Ward then could she?", he asked, starting to ramble. "She would have told us right? Unless-" Jemma, not being able to stand this anymore, effectively quieted him by saying, "Fitz! She's not from this time!" He stared at her with confusion in his eyes. "What do you mean?" "I mean, I ran a few tests on her clothing, and the fabric hasn't even been invented yet! I ran a reverse time progression, I suppose you could call it a regression and-" "Get to the point!", Fitz interrupted her, not unkindly (for Fitz, that is). Jemma caught her breath. "If the scans are correct, these clothes were made 12 or 13 years in the future. That little girl is a time traveler."