Written for @thefitzsimmonsnetwork’s Spacetime Challenge and based on a theory that I had after the Season 2 finale.
A FitzSimmons Post-Season 2 AU in which the monolith did not take Jemma to Maveth. Instead, it transported her 10 years into the future- to a little cottage in Perthshire.
Read below or on AO3. ~2100 words. Title from Michael Bublé’s “Someday”.
The first thing Jemma became aware of was the noise. The whooshing sound mixed with the electric cackle, overtaking her mind until it drowned out her clouded thoughts. As her mind became clearer, she noticed the darkness- a darkness so black and so freighting that she desperately tried to open her eyes to escape- only to realize that her eyes were already opened, a dark abyss surrounding her. Then, she noticed the pounding in her head. A horrible, dull ache that travelled through her body, leaving her almost breathless. Before she could begin to panic about whatever in the world was happening to her, she felt her body emerge through damp soil and dry grass as she was flung out into brightness.
She laid there, breathing heavy, with her eyes closed from the harsh sunlight, as the pounding ache in her head slowly began to subside. She tried to force her foggy mind to begin to grasp what had happened to bring her here.
The containment chamber. The open door. The liquifying monolith. Fitz. Dinner. Somewhere nice. Fitz.
She bolted up, the sharp movement making her head spin.
“Fitz!” she screamed, her throat hurting from the force of her desperation. “Fitz!” she yelled, as she scrambled over to where a cloud of dust was slowly disappearing into the ground. “Fitz! Fitz!” she repeated his name- her lifeline- as she clawed at the ground, her fingernails breaking through the dirt but finding nothing but earth. “Fitz.” she sobbed, sitting back on her heels as an overwhelming sense of dread began to consume her. What in the world had just happened? And, more importantly, where was Fitz?
As she took a moment to take in her surroundings, she was startled by the innate sense of peace she saw all around her. It looked as though the monolith had transported her to a quiet, rustic place with a blue, cloudless sky overhead and birds chirping in the nearby trees. Still, any place that wasn’t the Playground- any place without Fitz- was not any place Jemma should have been.
After determining that the monolith must have been some sort of a transportation device- a portal, taking her to this unfamiliar place- Jemma pulled her cell phone out of her back pocket.
Quickly, she pulled up Fitz’s contact and hit the call button- only to hear the beeps that meant that there was no signal. She opened the map application, trying desperately to determine where she was, but was met with a notification that simply said “No cellular data available”.
“Ugh, Fitz,” Jemma sighed. “Where in the world am I?”
Not knowing what else to do, Jemma began making her way down the dirt road that was adjacent to the clearing that the monolith had deposited her in. After walking a little ways, she came across a simple sign, with letters spelling out “Perthshire” and a white arrow directing her down the path.
Suddenly, a flood of memories hit Jemma all at once. She remembered coming to Perthshire with her parents when she was a young girl. She had been fascinated with the beauty of the quiet Scottish town. She had even found a small cottage that she had quite fancied, thinking it looked magnificently rustic and charming.
Jemma smiled softly at the memory and began picking up her pace, continuing the path in the direction of Perthshire.