Are you prepared for feels?

Sorry if this chapter is a bit scattered. I had a busy couple of days.

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How can I trust you?

Fits stared at the screen of his phone, which was plugged into a device of his own design, which prevent interception or tracking.

"I think we found Phil," he murmured, attempting to trace the email and get a location. However he quickly found that that information was blocked from an outside source.

"You did?" Simmons slipped into their lab room, straightening her white lab coat. "Well that's the best news I've heard in a long time!"

"He doesn't know if he can trust us," Fitz showed her the screen, watching Jemma's face fall.

"I don't know how we can prove to him we aren't setting a trap if we try to help," she mused, biting her lip.

Just then Jemma's phone buzzed.

"It seems I'm being summoned," she smiled nervously, heading to the door, carefully pulling her silky brown hair into a ponytail.

"Jemma." Fitz stopped her right as she was going out the door. She turned, large brown eyes curious.

"Be… be careful." Fitz's voice was steady and serious. Their eyes met as they both realized the dangerous narrow path they were walking.

"You too," Simmons nodded briskly, gave a tremulous smile and left.


ooooooooooo

Skye woke up trembling, vision hazy, stomach sick, and mind reeling from her nightmares. Different things hurt, mostly where they had poked her, but her stomach was turning as well and her head was pounding against her skull like a drum. For a while Skye just laid in bed, trying to breathe. She made up a story in her head. She was back in her blue bedroom with the blue flowered covers and Elsa was lying right next to her, and Anna was right on the other side. Any minute Phil would be coming into her room to tickle her awake and May would rescue her and carry her on her hip down the stairs to eat breakfast.

She could see it so vividly; even could feel May's strong arms around her, protecting her from all harm.

But when Skye's eyes slid open, she was alone without May and Phil, she didn't have her dolls, and the room wasn't blue.

It was white and she hated the color.

The door to her room slid open and suddenly someone was pulling her onto her feet. She almost wasn't able to stand, but they were apparently expecting that because the lab assistant helped her into a wheelchair.

"Please, no more needles," Skye's voice was hoarse as she tried to turn around and talk to the lab assistant. "Please. They make me feel sick."

Maybe if she just told them how she was feeling they would stop. She didn't think there were nice people in the world after her last time here but then she met Phil and May.

Jemma and Fitz were nice.

Skye wished desperately for Jemma as the lab assistant ignored her, continuing to wheel her down the hall to the lab, a path Skye had quickly memorized.

The door opened and Skye's heart leapt as she saw Jemma standing in the lab. She knew she had to keep their friendship a secret or Jemma might get hurt, so she quickly stared down at her bare feet, examining her toes.

"Thank you Walker," Jemma's crisp voice rang out and the lab assistant left.
As soon as the door closed, Skye felt Jemma's hand on her cheek, cupping her face.

"How are you sweetheart?" Jemma whispered.

"I'm okay," Skye tried to be brave. Jemma began to smooth her tangled hair and it felt good. It reminded her of when May would brush her hair. Her heart ached at the thought of May and she thought it would burst. She wanted her parents so bad.

"Does anything hurt?" Jemma quickly looked Skye over, eyes filled with concern. "Did they do anything while I wasn't there?"

"More needles. My head and stomach hurt," Skye's lip trembled ever so slightly.

"Let me get you something for the pain."

Skye obediently took the medicine.

"It's going to make you sleepy, ok? Maybe some sleep will help." Jemma rubbed her back.

"Jemma." Skye's eyes were already drooping. "I want to go home. I really want to go home."

Simmons watched as the tiny little girl's dull eyes fell shut, weary body succumbing to sleep. She could only hope she had done the best thing for the little girl by giving her some sedatives. Nothing strong or harmful, just enough to protect Skye from the pain and trauma she was going through.

Her heart ached as she stroked the sleeping girl's hair, which was completely tangled from lack of care.

"Skye, I'm going to get you out of here, I promise." Jemma bit her lip.

The sound of the door opening made her shoot straight up and pretend like she was looking through a chart.

It was Dr. Peters and her eyes were burning with an excitement that made Simmons extremely nervous.

"We're ready to try it on her."

"Excuse me?" Simmons' eyes widened.
"The serum. It's ready. At least we hope so."
"Ma'am, but if we mess this up and loose the subject… I'd rather we complete more tests and…"
"We found another one," Dr. Peters' lips curled up into a cruel smile. "We have another inhuman, we're working on capturing him as I speak, so we can go ahead with Subject 78. Your work looks good. I'm feeling optimistic about this time." The scientist's hard blue eyes glittered with excitement. "And if we fail, we have another subject."

Dr. Peters' held out a syringe, slightly blue solution sloshing around in it.

Jemma stared at the needle, eyes darting back to Dr. Peter's hard blue ones. She saw the cruel smile on the woman's face and suddenly realized that the doctor knew. She had been discovered.

She took the syringe with a shaky hand, looking up at the sound of a gun being cocked.

"Do it Dr. Simmons."

There was a perverse joy in the scientist's eyes and Jemma knew she was enjoying forcing her to inject the serum into Skye.

Simmons' eyes flitted to the unconscious girl, to the bruises on her arms that various needles had left, to the drying tears on her cheeks. Then she looked at the barrel of the gun pointing at her.

"Alright."
She took a step towards Skye then suddenly lunged at Dr. Peters, sinking the needle into her thigh. A shot rang out and Simmons was thrown back, fire burning in her left shoulder.

Dr. Peters face drained of color and she fell silently to the ground.

Jemma managed to pick herself up and grabbed Skye with her good arm, the unconscious child thankfully light.

"I am so sorry," Jemma paused by Dr. Peters who was convulsing on the floor, her eyes beginning to turn red, then slipped out of the room.

Nobody had noticed yet that anything was awry, but the bloodstained lab coat and unconscious child in her arms was going to make Simmons a dead giveaway.

She almost made it to the stairs without detection.

"Ma'am, are you alright?"

"Yes!" Jemma didn't even stop at the voice from behind, but instead sped up. "I'm taking this girl to the medical wing."

"Come back. I want to see ID."

"This is really a life or death situation, sir, so excuse me for this."

With that, she took off running, ignoring the shouts from behind.

"Freeze."

Jemma almost ran straight into the gun.

Skye stirred slightly on her shoulder and she was filled with sudden rage.

"Can't you see what you're doing? You're going to kill an innocent child! Don't you have any children or brothers or sisters or somebody you love?!" Jemma's eyes were wide with rage.

The man faltered, brown eyes filled with doubt.

"You're surrounded!"

Jemma spun around to find that three guards were running at her from the other end of the hall.

"Please," Jemma pleaded, a tear escaping from her eye. "You can't just allow children to be killed. Please." She wouldn't beg for her own life but she bloody well would do anything she could to get Skye out of this alive.

"I'm sorry," the brown eyed guard shook his head. "I'm so sorry." He raised his gun.

Guards were coming in from all sides.

Jemma clutched Skye to her chest, cradling the small girl close, ignoring the blood and pain coming from her left had never wanted it to end this way.

She was just preparing for the worst when lights went out.

Shouts rang out as they were plunged into complete darkness.

Before she could even react, a hand was covering her mouth.

"It's me. Just don't speak, we don't want them to be able to locate us by sound and shoot." Fitz's voice whispered in her ear.

Jemma could have fainted from relief.

Skye's weight was lifted from her and suddenly she was being pulled through the darkness, clinging to Fitz's hand, hoping desperately he somehow knew where he was going even though she couldn't see a damn thing.

Shouts faded into the distance and suddenly Fitz turned a corner and stopped. He closed a door and suddenly light beamed into the room from a flashlight. Simmons stared at Fitz and his strange huge glasses, stared at Skye, stared at the flashlight, still in shock.

"Is she okay?" Fitz gently put Skye down, taking her pulse. They were in their hideout, tucked away in the abandoned part of the science wing.

"Just a sedative..." Jemma gasped, heart pounding against her chest so hard she was worried it might break out through her ribs and jump onto the floor. "How did you… In the dark…"

"Spotted you on the cameras and happened to be near a main fuse. I blew it up then put these on to get you." Fitz tapped his glasses. "I can see in the dark, I designed them to… Jemma! Your shoulder!"

He was at her side in an instance, forcing her to sit down, grabbing random medical supplies with shaking hands.

"Oh god, Jemma, Jemma answer me."

"I'm okay Fitz, just needed to catch my breath." Jemma gave a weak smile.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Hand me those bandages and the disinfectant. And turn off the light, we don't want to give away where we are."
"We need to treat that wound."

"That's what I'm doing. Now turn off the light, I can do it in the dark. I didn't get PhDs for no reason you know."

"They never mentioned treating bullet wounds in the dark as a requirement otherwise I'm sure I wouldn't have any," Fitz said dryly, but turned off the light after quickly checking on Skye and bringing her closer to them, settling a package of gauze under her head as a pillow.

For a moment they just sat in the darkness, listening to the distant shouts.
"What do we do when they get the lights back on?" Jemma asked quietly.

"I don't know."

In the darkness, Fitz took Jemma's hand and held it tightly.


Uh oh. What is going to happen?

Also I hope you all don't mind Jemma drugging Skye. I think she would believe that taking Skye out of consciousness (but not harming her!) was the merciful thing to do in the situation.