Before You Go

And So It Goes

Wow, I'm overwhelmed from the response last chapter! I did not expect so many views / reviews / kudos / bookmarks!!! . . . That was awesome, thank you guys all so much :) <3

I'm also shocked no one caught any hints. Oh well, you'll understand this chapter XD

Kinda.

Enjoy!!

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Fitz stared as his wife rushed out and down the hallway. His shouts for her to come back were ill-fated as she bolted.

Lizzie let out a small sniffle, and he looked down to catch her sad eyes.

"Where's she going?" she whispered, small hands fisting in his shirt. "Why were you fighting?"

Fitz just cradled her curly head on his shoulder. "Mum's just confused right now, alright? We're going to be fine, baby girl,"

Lizzie sniffled and buried her cheeks further in the crook of his neck.

The three year old was a prodigy, much like her parents. She understood far more for her size than many of her peers. But nothing scared her more than fights between her small family.

And here, her mother had just forgotten her place in their world. A large piece of the puzzle had just fallen out.

Fitz clutched her closer to his chest as they began their search.

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Jemma was panicking.

She had a daughter. She was married. And somehow, she had married her worst enemy.

Oh, and the fact she was at least in her late twenties. Out of everything that should have shocked her, somehow that hit the hardest. At least a decade of her life was gone. She was sixteen in a woman's body.

On top of that, she was scared senseless and running in an unknown building from her enemy husband. Because apparently in this life the cosmos hates her.

She was jogging around another corner when she ran headfirst into a body. The collision sent them to the floor in an ungraceful heap.

Jemma skittered backward as soon as she'd caught her bearings, backing into a wall. The person she had knocked down – a brunette girl – just laughed as she stood up.

The girl brushed off her clothes – a strange tactical looking suit. Her eyes were dancing with amusement as she took in Jemma.

"Trying to escape them already, huh?" she grinned, offering a hand.

Jemma hesitated a split second before taking it. She plastered on a grin.

"You know how it is," she skirted with a small wave of her hand.

The brunette scoffed. "Not yet. But at the rate Lincoln's been pestering for a kid, it probably won't be too much longer,"

Jemma chuckled, trying to play the part as she suspected future-her would. "Sounds like how Leo did,"

Her eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "You're trying for another?"

Jemma paled, wondering how deep she'd just dug her grave. "Oh, no . . . I just meant with um, Lizzie and all,"

This only served to confused the brunette more. "Wait, how long were you and Fitz together before the Monolith? Because you only ever said like three days . . ." her face suddenly lit up. "Ooh, I'm getting in on a juicy little FitzSimmons secret, aren't I?"