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Jemma wasn’t awake, but she wasn’t asleep, either. She was floating in nothingness, a sort of numbing pain creeping over her. She can’t move, can’t see, can’t even wake. All she can do is dream.
And dream she does.
She dreams of a secret war and a not-so-secret one, of Coulson and Skye and Bobbi and Hunter and Mack. Of Trip.
But mostly, she dreams of Fitz.
Of years of lab work, hundreds of inside jokes, millions of laughs and smiles. She dreams of a day deep beneath the ocean surface, of watching him, so still and silent in a hospital, of him waking up different. She dreams of him trying and failing and trying again, of him becoming more like the Fitz she knew for so long.
She dreams of him asking her to dinner.
She dreams of saying yes.
And so she dreams on, in this timeless place.