A/N: Here's the rest of it! Not as dreary as perhaps some of you were expecting, and Skye obviously won't remember this particular part. It'll lead onto more complicated happenings later on, though.

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FLASHBACK

As Skye wriggled her way out of the restraints holding her to the table, Fitz rushed over to Jemma.

"I told you!" he shouted, trying to be heard above the god-awful screeching. "You're attacking the macromolecules, you're attacking her!"

"You did not tell me that!" she yelled back, indignant.

"I did, you just weren't listening!"

"Stop talking and fix this!" Coulson bellowed, his voice still barely heard over Skye's.

"We're trying!" they both hollered back, barely glancing up from their screens.

A thump behind them caused all three to whip around at the sound, only to see Skye free of the restraints and writhing around on the floor. She was still screaming.

"What about a sedative?!" Coulson suggested, turning back to the scientists. Fitz glared at Jemma, and she shook her head sheepishly.

"For the formula to work, I had to structure the molecules to reject any kind of organic substance that wasn't part of it." She explained.

"So you knew this, and still went through with giving it to her?!" He looked horrified. Running a hand through what was left of his hair, he started pacing anxiously. "How long do the effects last?" he asked suddenly. Jemma gaped soundlessly, not having an answer ready. "How long?!"

"I don't know!" she shouted back. "However long it takes for her DNA to revert back to normal!"

"This is her normal!" Fitz piped up, clearly furious with Jemma. He was still glaring at her. "And now you've added pain to it! Every cell in her body is rewritten, and when it heals, it'll still be the same!"

"But–"

"We need to get her out of here, sir." Fitz turned back to Coulson, ignoring Jemma's spluttering reply.

"And move her where?" Coulson raised an eyebrow.

"The safe house nearby. I'll stay with her, and I can take Mack with me as well." His gaze bored into Coulson's, intense with his intent. "Just give her some breathing space from all this." He gestured around the room with one hand.

Coulson appraised him for several moments, inclined to keep Skye as close as possible until he knew she was okay. Skye, at that moment, let out such a bloodcurdling shriek, the glass in the quarantine walls cracked. Coulson winced, and agreed with a nod.

"Thank you." He saw Fitz's mouth move in gratitude, then the scientist moved away to direct the preparations.

Skye was still a mess on the floor.