X marks the spot

Together or Not At All

Jemma had to repeat multiple times to Fitz that she was able to shoulder the weight of Daisy. Meaning that the two men were the ones leading the pack, as it were. Together, they found a small room to hide in. A living quarters it seemed.

"Find me some clothes." She ordered them. More Fitz really, with Aaron guarding the back door. Fitz was left to do those duties.

"What's the plan, boys?" Daisy asked as she tried to help massage the pain she was feeling in any way that she could. So far? Not going so well. But, still, asking the two men (who gave each other a look of "Do you have any plan?" One that got a small shake of the head from either party) was a decent distraction.

"Ah, we have a ship. We get there, then comes the plan." Fitz answered for the pair. Walking over and giving Jemma some clothes, Aaron moved from his original section of the room to the middle. Sitting next to Daisy. Whether it was as moral support or just to be near his closest friend again, he didn't know.

Fitz was then over, kneeling down next to his friend. Brushing a small bit of her hair back as he asked her, "Hey, how's your head?" The question made her come back to the current situation they were in. WIth her having to open her eyes wide to keep herself on this side of the void. "I'll tell you when the ringing stops." She joked in response with.

Fitz seemed to ignore the joke completely, instead focusing on tightening her wrist bandages. "By the way, fight to the death. Really?" She asked, this time with a lot more genuine light heartedness to it. Giving a quick look to Aaron as well. Letting him know that the question was aimed at him as well.

"Yeah, well, we had to make a splashy entrance." He said as he pulled tightly, coming close to finishing his work on her bandages. "Yeah, well, you both would have jumped into the octagon yourselves." Her comment made the two boys meet eyes for a second. Both in debate about whether or not she meant it as a joke, or if she was being serious. Fitz's answer seemed to support their decision.

"Wouldn't have been fair. Doing push ups now --"

"And, plus, I've had plenty of time punching things. So, it wouldn't of been fair on them."

" -- Right. Point being, double digits." Fitz finished his statement, the two men meeting eyes again. Both in a silent agreement to only have to talk about the bare minimum of what had happened with them. Knowing the waves of concern that would follow any slip up about their time in the hellhole before. Fitz held out his hand, Daisy taking it. And the three rose together.

"You have no idea how good it is to see you..." Jemma started, Daisy putting her hand on Aaron's shoulder. Silently letting her friend know that she agreed. Jemma then turned to Aaron, "..Both of you. You're here, with a spaceship. It seems impossible --"

"Nothing is impossible anymore." Fitz interrupted with.

"Full story later?"

"Yeah, there will be pints."

"And there will be gin." Unfortunately, their happy moment was ruined when Jemma yelled out in pain, clutching her ear. Daisy deduced it first, telling the others that it had to do with her implant. And, as if luck couldn't get worse for them. A guard appeared at the door. Aaron went to take care of him, but he was too slow. A shot made its way into his arm. He turned with the force of the impact, only to come back around and fire off the ICER shot. Taking care of the guard. Before the momentum carried him to a table in the corner.

"Shit --" Daisy started to make her way over to Aaron. Only for him to wave her towards Jemma, "Get that thing out of her first." He ordered.

Fitz's luck seemed to be turning in his favour, as he found an object to (as per Daisy's request, or demand really) remove the object from her best friend's ear. And, grabbing her hand, he promised her one thing. That it was going to hurt. But asked her to keep her eyes on him. And, maybe, there was some deep hope for their psychic bond to help numb the pain.