And I'm back! Sorry it took so long for this chapter to come up, but it's here now! There's some nice Biospecialist, and a dash of Skitz in it.

Chapter 20: Graveyard Meeting

"You don't play with the curse. Look what happened to Graham." –Henry, Once upon a Time

For the twelfth time since she'd gotten it, Jemma studied the autopsy report on Miles. The cause of death was listed as natural causes. There were no prior medical conditions he had whatsoever. He'd just died, simple as that. Nothing could have been done for him.

She wished there was something she could have done for Miles. Miles had never been her favorite person, but he was still a person. She helped people, it was a part of her job. And Jemma knew she couldn't always save everyone, but somehow she felt terrible for not saving him.

A hand came to rest on top of hers. Jemma looked up to see Grant standing beside her. His face was gentle and sympathetic. She leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. IN response, his arms wrapped around her, holding her close.

"I couldn't save him," she whispered into his shirt.

"You did what you could."

"I should have done more."

She felt Grant's hands slip down and settle onto her arms, pulling her back a little. Jemma looked straight into his eyes and rested her hands on his forearms.

"Did you do everything you could?" he asked softly.

Jemma nodded. "Yes."

"Then why are you feeling guilty. And please don't lie, Jemma."

"Well, you'd know anyway if I tried," she remarked dryly, attempting a smile that came out weaker than she had hoped.

Grant tilted her head to the side. "Jemma, you can tell me anything."

She sighed, her shoulders sagging. "The night after Miles died, I had a dream, although a nightmare might be a more appropriate description. But in it, Miles wasn't on the floor. It was you, and I couldn't save you."

Her boyfriend brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "Jemma, it was only a dream."

"I know it was. But what if one day you come in, and I can't save you?" Jemma looked away from him and tried to focus on something else in the room so she wouldn't have to look at Grant. "I don't want to lose you."

There was a long pause. She started to think that she'd said too much until Grant sighed.

"Do you remember when you jumped off of the Bus?" he asked, and she nodded. "I thought I was going to lose you that day. And the worst part was, it almost happened. Coming that close to seeing you slip away made me realize that I didn't want to lose you. I know I can't promise I won't get hurt. But no matter what happens, I will always come back to you and be your favorite terrible patient."

Jemma turned back to him and laughed. "You are pretty terrible at listening to my instructions. But you better come back or I'll be furious."

Grant smiled and kissed her. "I promise I will always come back to you."

Miles's funeral was held in Austin a few days after his death. The whole team attended, including Trip, even though he never really knew Miles. He was sitting on the other side of Skye, who was staring straight ahead in silence with red-rimmed eyes. Leo remembered hearing her crying next door to his bunk earlier while he was getting ready. He wasn't going to mention it to her though.

May, Coulson, Simmons, Ward, and Trip had left to go back to the Bus after the service, but Skye had requested to stay a little longer. Leo had stayed behind too so she wasn't entirely alone, and also to say goodbye to the Huntsman on his own. Skye had clasped his hand as they made their way back to Miles's grave. They'd stood in front of the fresh soil and gravestone in silence, their goodbyes unspoken.

"He was a jerk sometimes," Skye muttered, resting her head on his shoulder. "Maybe more than sometimes, but he had his good moments too."

"You owe him your life in a way," Leo thought as he remembered how the Huntsman had spared Snow White. If he had killed Snow like he was supposed to, then Skye would never have been born. "He's a hero."

"He shouldn't have died so soon," whispered Skye. "I don't care how mad he made me, or that he betrayed me, or all that nonsense he was spouting before he died. He deserved more out of life than this."

Leo nodded as Skye took a deep breath and knelt down beside the grave. She brushed her hand over the words carved into the stone.

"Goodbye, Miles," he heard her murmur before she stood back up.

"Ready to go?"

Skye nodded. "Yeah, let's head back."

Leo turned around, accidentally bumping into a man dressed in a black suit and a fedora pulled down low. "Sorry, sir."

The man didn't respond. He kept on walking, probably on his way to the grave of someone he knew. Skye shook her head at the rudeness and shrugged before resuming the walk back to the church where the service had been held. Leo reached into his pocket to take out his phone to call the team and tell them they were on their way back, but it was gone. He searched all his pockets, but his phone was in none of them.

"What's wrong?" Skye asked, frowning.

"My phone's gone," Leo sighed, dropping his arms. "I might have dropped it back in the graveyard. I'll be right back, just going to go look for it."

"I can give it a call," Skye suggested. "It'll be easier to find then."

Leo nodded and jogged back the way that they'd come. He scanned the ground carefully as he went, trying to see if it was anywhere. Maybe he'd lost it when the man bumped into him. Yes, that was probably it. That explained everything.

"Looking for this?"

Leo whirled around to see the man with the fedora leaning against a tree, holding Leo's phone. The man lifted his head, revealing a familiar face.

"Director Fury," Leo nodded, walking over. "Or should I say Dark One?"

"Not in this world until the curse is broken," Fury said, handing the phone over.

Leo shrugged. "Fair enough."

The two men were silent until Fury sighed and looked over at Miles's grave. "I heard what happened."

"He was from the Enchanted Forest," Leo explained. "Back there, Miles was the Huntsman. The one who let Snow White go instead of killing her. The Evil Queen took his heart for disobeying."

"That explains his death. If she had control over his heart, she could have easily crushed it to kill him."

"Makes sense," Leo muttered, trying not to not to think of how much pain Miles must have been in.

"Yes, but why now?" Fury continued, a darker tone creeping into his voice now. "What drove the Queen to strike now of all times?"

So he wasn't buying the official report that had been issued for Miles's death. Leo had a feeling that he probably knew that he had played a role in Miles's final moments.

"He was remembering," Leo told him. "A few months ago, Skye told me that Miles kissed her while we were in Austin to drop off some evidence we'd found with Centipede. I think it might have weakened the curse somehow, because that's the only explanation I have for why he was in the Queen's vault. But he touched something in there and remembered. He came back to the Bus to tell Skye about her mother."

"What about Snow White?"

"Apparently she doesn't have her heart. The Queen took it."

"Did he tell you who the Queen was?"

There was an eager tone in Fury's voice. Leo frowned at this. "You mean that you don't know who the Evil Queen is?"

Fury shook his head. "She erased herself from my memory. I know who is she is, I know what she's done, but I can't remember her face. But you know, don't you?"

"I do. She's in SHIELD."

"So who is she?"

Leo debated internally with himself on telling the Director about Hand. He'd read about Fury's exploits as the Dark One, and knew he was untrustworthy with a tendency to look out only for himself. At the same time, he was also the closest thing Leo had to an ally now that Miles was dead.

"Agent Victoria Hand," he admitted finally. "She's the Evil Queen."

"So how are you going to proceed from here?" Fury asked. "You have a bit of an upper hand, assuming that she doesn't know about you. The question is, how will you use it?"

That was easy. Ever since Miles had come and told him about Snow White, he had known. It wasn't going to be an easy task, but he needed to do it. More importantly, he had to be careful doing it. Leo had learned that it wasn't a game anymore with the curse. Lives really were at stake. You didn't play with the curse. People got hurt.

"What is your plan, Leopold Fitz?"

Leo looked up to face the man. "I'm going to get Snow White's heart back."

"That won't be easy."

"And I'm aware of that. But as long as Hand has her heart, Snow White- Agent May could die like Miles."

"Then I wish you the best of luck," Fury said with a nod as he turned and began to walk away.

Leo raised his eyebrows. "So you aren't going to be helping me then."

Fury stopped and turned around. "You're smart and resourceful. I'm sure you can figure something out."

He resumed walking. Leo pocketed his phone and headed back toward the church.

If he was going to get back May's heart, then he was going to need a plan.

So now Leo wants to get May's heart back. Easier said than done.

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