We are cursed

Chapter One

"Fitz" Jemma muttered weakly, managing to move her arms around him before she passed out, feeling Fitz's arms tight around her.
Mack helped lift Jemma out of the well before they transported her back to the Zephyr and checked her vitals, all with Fitz right at her side. Once they got back to the base Jemma was transferred to the holding cell for further testing of her condition after everything that she had been through. When she awoke she found Fitz sat on the couch, typing away on his tablet.
"How long was I out?" Jemma asked in a small voice as she pulled herself up from the bed to sit. Fitz placed his tablet on the couch beside him.
"A few hours. I honestly expected you to sleep longer after everything you've been through" The air felt heavy around them. Jemma felt like her senses were on overdrive, the feeling of the bed beneath her made her feel strange. Everything felt strange "I bought you some clean clothes and wipes. The other doctor doesn't want you to pass out in the shower" Fitz picked up the pile of clothes from the coffee table and crossed the room towards her, handing them over as Jemma swung her legs over the edge of the bed. He couldn't help but notice the way she pressed her feet to the ground and quickly moved them again, keeping them hovered off the floor "How long has it been for you? For us it was only a few days" Jemma didn't meet her eyes as she played with the clothes in her lap.
"4,722"
"Days?"
"Hours. Roughly 196 days and 18 hours"
"More than half a year?" The shock and surprise was evident in his voice.
"Can you leave me to change?" Her voice was small, childlike, it made him want to wrap her up and keep her safe forever.
"Of course, I might come back later, is that okay?" Jemma nodded, managing a weak smile. He crossed the room once again grabbing his tablet before he headed out of the room, leaving Jemma alone. She looked down at the clothes on her lap, the material feeling strange against her skin. She placed them to one side and started pulling off her clothes, starting with her top half before she moved on to her bottom half. The scar on her leg had long since healed over but the mark was still there, still jagged from her awful stitching on herself. She opened the wipes, grabbing one before she began wiping away the dirt, sand and blood that covered her skin. When she had finished she pulled on the clean clothes and dumped the rest in the trash, remembering to grab the sharpened stick out of her pants pocket. She climbed back onto the bed and settled against the pillows, holding the sharpened stick in her palm under the pillow before she closed her eyes.
Jemma walked through the storm, holding her arm up in front of her face to protect her eyes from the sand and dirt in the air. He was closing in on her and she could feel it. A hand grabbed her shoulder and Jemma turned towards it.
Jemma sat bolt upright, holding the sharpened stick in front of her. Her heart was racing in her chest but one glance at the room reminded Jemma of where she was. Something in the corner of her eye caught her attention, she saw Fitz asleep on the floor. Jemma tucked her weapon away and moved onto the ground, lying her head on Fitz's thigh as her hand went to his knee. Here on the solid ground with Fitz she felt safe. Safer than she had felt in half a year. But how long would that feeling last? She had to find Will, she had to find a way to bring him back to her. They needed one another. They survived together, they lived for each other, and time nor space could take that away from them.
Jemma awoke before Fitz and moved back onto the bed, not wanting him to know that she had laid with him. She lay there for a while, her back to him and her eyes open, when she closed her eyes that's when the nightmares started up. She heard him shift his weight, the familiar sounds of him waking up, it all sounded so strange to her. 
"Jemma? Are you awake?" She rolled onto her other side, meeting his eyes "How are you feeling?" It was a simple question but it felt like anything but. She shrugged in response "Coulson wants me to ask you about what happened there, I convinced him to let you sleep. Not that it took too much convincing we're all worried about you" He was rambling. But Jemma didn't feel like joining in the conversation, something that he thankfully noticed "What do you remember?" He grabbed his tablet, ready to take notes. She pulled herself to sit up, thinking carefully. 
"There wasn't any sun and the ground was sandy" Fitz quickly jotted that down. 
"What else? Any signs of life?"  
"Some flora" He nodded. 
"I was being hunted" 
"By what?" She shook her head, pulling her knees up to her chest "Its okay" He assured her, offering her a small smile which she didn't return. 
"I'm going to take a shower" 
"I'll be in the lab if you need me" He gave her another small smile before he left her, leaving Jemma alone in a room that felt foreign to her. It wasn't right. Nothing felt right. Nothing felt how it should.