The Angels Will Guide You Home

Chapter 1

When the curtains of night are pinned back by the stars...

Slam.

Jemma Simmons hit the ground, her vision trembling in stars as she slowly up on bottom of a rocky crater. She had always thought that she might pass out if Fitz ever got the courage to ask her out a date... but she had never meant it quite this literally. As she surveyed the terrain around her her pulse quickened, blue light flooded her system and her eyes struggled to make out her surroundings under the dark night. She looked up at the stars and struggled to find the big dipper, hoping to get a vague sense of her bearings. But the stars were undecipherable, and only a dimly shining white crescent moon provided a slight sense of time.

She pulled her phone, miraculously unbroken, from her pocket. Swiping her finger over the scanner she opened a yellow file folder marked "field protocol." Swiping through the PDF's which lay in the devices most secure memory sector she read the dim text she already knew would be there "remain in place and await rescue." Well not much choice then. She sat down on what seemed to be the rockiest bit of dust and waited.

It is then that our memory flies...

"Fitz will be here soon. After all, we're having dinner." She said to herself. Re-opening the file on her phone she scrolled past a couple dozen of SHIELD documents until she reached the end of file. When she and Fitz had first entered Coulson's team they had decided they should have some emergency media in the field procol folder. Something to keep up their moral should they ever be stranded. Fitz had made a little applet within the folder, and they had each filled in what they thought was most important. Jemma looked down at the applet now, titled "Angels," a name given by Fitz, who had always loved to be a bit dramatic. Within the app a few little buttons opened up, Jemma first clicked on "photo" and was greeted by Fitz.

She loved this picture, how it had caught him when he least expected it. They had been in the lab testing a new virus against the T-cell immune defenders of a few different organisms. Simmons had just read the results and couldn't help thinking to snap a picture of Fitz and she read to him that "all systems proved unaffected against the virus... except for the monkey's." His smile at the word monkey, or perhaps the hug that Simmons had followed it with, was hers forever now. A little clip of their friendship together. If that could even begin to encompass their...

She swiped back to the app's home screen and clicked on "video" smiling before it began the the memory. "Happy Birthday Jemma!" Fitz's voice echoed against the vast crater's acoustics, once again bringing Jemma into the reality of the vast emptiness in which she stood. She shivered a bit under the dim night sky and swiped quickly to another page of the small app.

"audio."

Oh... She smiled at the memory of this data slice. Fitz had put this into both of their folders, something his younger cousin had performed the year she had visited his family on winter break from the Academy. "So that we'll always remember our Angels are coming." It was titled.

She smiled at the memory. She was glad for the reminder and clicked the small green play button, allowing the music to push back the dark curtains of silence that had filled the crater around her. As it drifted out onto the alien world Jemma Simmons shivered at it's chillingly serene beauty...

"When the curtains of night are pinned back by the stars, and the beautiful moon leaps the sky, and the dew drops of heaven are kissing the rose, it is then that our memory flies. As if on the wings of some beautiful dove, in haste with one message alone. To bring you a kiss of affection and say, the angels will guide you home."

Fitz's foresight was magical... The memory's message was certainly one she needed. She squeezed her phone tight in anticipation of the hug she had waiting for Fitz when he guided her home. Now all she had to do was wait.

"What is you always say Fitz? If you don't know the answer to a problem, sleep on it." She scrunched her sweater into a ball and lay down in the cradle of the dusty crater, closing her eyes and reaching her thoughts out to Fitz.