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The throbbing in her head gradually increased as Jemma Simmons gained consciousness. She had been ICEd; she could feel the final effects of the dendrotoxin working its way through her body. If any one knew the effect the small ICER bullet could make on a person it was Jemma, after all, she was partly responsible for it's creation.

The hard surface below told her that she was lying on the floor. But where was she? Her eyelids heavy, she opened her eyes and looked around the room. She was lying on the floor of the interrogation room. The cold, metal room was empty except for her and the unconscious figure of one other person.

"Skye," she exclaimed, gently touching the hacker's shoulder. "Skye, wake up."

Skye gave a moan, turning over. "Jemma? Where are we? What happened?"

Jemma sat up, the room spinning slightly as the effects of the dendrotoxin still washed over her. "We are in the interrogation room, on the bus. We..."

Her voice trailed off. Jemma didn't know how to finish that sentence. She couldn't remember what had happened prior to them waking up, at least not everything. It was just bits and pieces. There were only chunks of time, jumbled and confusing. They were in the lab. Fitz was there, but no, he had left the room. It had just been her and Skye looking over the device. But what device? She couldn't remember. It was a blank. What had happened?

"Where's everyone else?" Skye got to her feet, walking around, rubbing her hand down the textured metal walls. She looked up at the video camera that was mounted in the corner. "Hello," she said in a singsong voice, waving at the blinking red light.

Standing to her feet, Jemma made her way to the door, pulling on the handle. The door didn't budge. They were locked in the room.

Fear began to replace the confusion. This was the bus, their bus, why would they need to be locked away from their own people? They had been messing with a device, an alien device, something they had never seen before. Had the device done something to them, making them a danger to themselves or the team? Memories began to swirl in her mind of the infection hidden away in the Chitauri helmet. She had almost died. She had nearly blown the bus out of the sky. What was she in for this time?

A myriad of emotions surged through her. They needed to get to the lab; they needed to figure things out. She tried the door handle one last time. This time it moved, but she wasn't the one who had moved it. The door swung open, Director Coulson standing in the frame. A wave of relief passed over her, but one look at his face and the feeling left as quickly as it came.

"Sit." His voice was hard and authoritative as he spoke to the two girls. His eyes were on Skye, but the look in them was not the usual affection he showed for the young hacker, instead it was anger and distrust.

Both Jemma and Skye scrambled into seats at the metal table, their eyes on their supervisor. The two girls exchanged hurried looks of fear. They had never seen Coulson like this. What had they done?

"A.C., I..." Skye began tentatively, but Coulson cut her off.

"How did you get into this facility? How long have you been here?" Coulson's eyes were on Skye as he spoke.

Skye shrunk back against her chair as Jemma spoke up. "Director Coulson, sir. We don't…" Coulson's head moved slightly in Jemma's direction, but he didn't meet her eyes.

"This is the most secure base in the world, how did you find it?" Coulson interjected as if Jemma hadn't said anything at all, his gaze returning to Skye. Jemma was starting to get the feeling that she was being ignored completely.

"What are you talking about?" Skye said, her eyes wide in confusion. "I came with you, with the team. Simmons was here before both of us."

"Stop." Coulson's voice was hard as he held up a hand, quieting Skye again. "You are an enemy of this establishment. You and… You are not supposed to be here."

"Sir?" May was now standing in the doorway, her hands linked behind her back as she waited for Coulson to turn around. Unlike Coulson, her eyes flickered to Jemma. There was shock and confusion on the face that was usually devoid of emotion. May's eyes went back to Coulson. "What do you need?"

"Answers." Coulson stood. "I need to know how they got here. I need to know who they are."

For the first time Coulson looked over at Jemma. His eyes looked like he was staring at a ghost.

Icy cold fear was now coursing through Jemma's veins. "What is going on?"

"We deserve to know what is going on," Skye added.

Coulson had turned his cold eyes back on the girls. He opened his mouth to speak again, but a new voice joined the confusion.

"Sir?"

The owner of the voice was just out of view, but Jemma recognized the voice immediately. "Fitz!" She called out desperately, needing to see someone who could comfort her, someone who would make sense of all of this.

"May, stop him." Coulson called out, but it was too late, the curly haired engineer had already entered the room.

May tried to block Fitz from the table, but he had already seen Jemma. His eyes went wide as he stared back at her.

"No, no, no," Fitz was chanting over and over, his voice panicked. Jemma knew the behavior. But it was now May's hands around him instead of hers, May holding him and keeping him from losing control. That was supposed to be Jemma's job.

"Fitz!" Jemma cried again. He looked at her, but the look she saw in his eyes sent ice to her core. He was scared of her.

"Fitz, it's not…" May began to say, trying to find something she could say that would comfort him.

"No!" Fitz's eyes were still locked with hers. "No, She's… No. Coulson what the hell is going on? Who…"

Coulson went over to Fitz and put his hand on his shoulder. His voice was quieter, more like the Coulson that Jemma knew so well. "As soon as I have answers, you will have answers. Send Brooks in here to run tests. Now go, that's an order."

Nodding stiffly, Fitz looked one more time at Jemma before turning and vanishing through the door.

Coulson looked at May. "Go with him, make sure he is okay." With a nod, she too disappeared through the door.

"She's what?" Jemma said as Coulson turned his attention back to his two prisoners. "I'm what?"

"Dead."

"What?!" both girls exclaimed at the exact same time.

"I'm not dead," Jemma replied. "I'm very, very much alive."

Her eyes trailed to the door where Fitz had disappeared. Why did they think she was dead? They had just been in the lab. It hadn't been that long since she had seen everyone. They had eaten breakfast as a team. Jemma had made pancakes. She had even made Fitz his special pancake, just like she always did, a little monkey head made out of blueberries and bananas. She was pretty sure she would know if she was dead.

"What about me?" Skye asked, looking back at Coulson. "Am I dead too."

"I don't know you," Coulson replied, the coldness returning to his voice.

"You… You don't know me?"

"Well, we have never met, officially." Coulson exaggerated. "I know of you. You are the leader of the Rising Tide, an affiliate of Hydra."

"Hydra?" Skye's mouth was open in shock. "I'm not Hydra. I'm an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.."

The door opened again and this time it was Jemma and Skye's turn to do a double take. Ward walked in, his eyes immediately going to Coulson.

"Sir, Trip found something, I think you are going to want to see this."

"I'll be there in a moment," Coulson replied.

Both girls had leapt to their feet. "He's Hydra," Skye said, pointing at Ward. "He's working with the Clairvoyant - Garrett. He's been Hydra all along."

"What?" Ward responded his voice clearly offended at the accusation. "Garrett's gone."

"He's lying," Skye yelled back. "He's Garrett's inside man."

Jemma just stayed quiet, her eyes on Ward's. The last time she had seen him, he had pushed the button that had sent the med pod plummeting to the bottom of the ocean. He had sent both her and Fitz to their deaths. Is that why they thought she was dead?

"This is all wrong. Something's wrong," Skye said, shaking her head. "I'm not Hydra," she continued, cringing at the thought. "And Jemma's not dead. What have you done with our team?"

More to come.

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