Jemma was trapped in small, square room, in some sort of underground facility. She and Leo had been loading up the 084, an object of unknown origin, which their sensors had led them to, when their coms had gone dead, crackling static into their ears, and Leo had stepped out to see if it was the room blocking the signal. The second he'd left, the door had clicked shut behind him and neither of them had been able to open it again.

A timer fixed to the wall had began counting down from 70 seconds and both of them had witnessed first-hand what happened when it reached zero.

"Where is it sending me?" she asked, tugging at the handle of the door, it wouldn't budge.

"Damn it," he growled, furious, pounding the touch screen with his fingers as he frantically sorted through the information displayed before him. "I don't know, not earth." A chill ran down her spine and she fought back terrified tears. Most of not earth was space, cold, empty, oxygen-less space. "It's going to bring you back," he told her, attention on the controls. "You'll only be there for two minutes and seventeen seconds but-"

"That's too long," she finished. Her stomach lurched and her limbs turned to stone. She couldn't breathe, it was as if something were wrapping around her, squeezing her chest, stopping it from expanding, but she struggled against it, forcing herself to take in air while she still could.

He didn't say anything, didn't look at her, he was busy tapping away at the screen.

"There must be a way," he muttered desperately. "Bloody firewalls, where the hell is Skye!?" He shouted.

"Leo," she squeaked.

The timer clicked down, thirty seconds left. In thirty seconds she'd be warped into an icy vacuum to die, all alone, freezing and gasping for air. Her blood would boil because there would be no air pressure and her organs would expand. It would likely be over in less than a minute.

Twenty five seconds. Time was running out and she needed him to face her before it did. She needed to say goodbye.

"I can't... I don't understand," he mumbled miserably, still tapping the screen. It was as if he hadn't heard her. "There has to be an off switch, a way to abort. How can there be no off switch!?" He cried.

Twenty seconds. This was not how she was going to die, not alone, not with him ignoring her.

"LEO!" She screamed, smashing her fists against the glass.

His head snapped up, instinctively, reacting to her fear the same way mouse trap reacted to weight.

"Please," she whimpered, both palms pushing into the glass, longing to fall through.

Fifteen seconds. He was staring at her, into her, and she almost regretted calling his name because his tortured expression was painful to look at. It stabbed a thousand tiny needles into her heart, burning like the stingers of a thousand wasps.

Then, suddenly, it changed. His eyes narrowed and she knew he was processing something, that an idea was forming. It was too late though, they were out of time. She took a breath, preparing her goodbye but he spoke first.

"Jemma put the bands on," he demanded intently.

She frowned, not understanding. The bands? The 084? What good would it do?

"Put the bands on!" he insisted loudly and she rushed to comply. They slid easily over her hand but then, on their own, as if they were a living thing, they constricted themselves around her wrists, so tight they would be impossible to pull off. The cold metal felt as if it were fusing with her flesh and it scared her, but she trusted him and didn't panic.

Five seconds.

"It'll be OK," he told her, forcing a smile and she smiled back, allowing her silent expression to speak for her, knowing he could feel the love which glowed between them in a never ending arch of electricity. "Don't be afraid, you'll be back soon," he promised.

She had no idea what he was talking about but she was grateful for his smile and the dazzling hope that had begun to shimmer just behind his eyes. It was beautiful, he was beautiful and she allowed herself to believe him, for that hope to spread to her the way light spread across a field when a cloud moved out of the sunlight's path.

Zero.

A beam of blue light illuminated the room, so bright it was blinding, light's equivalent of darkness, and then she was gone.