fires may rise, shadows may fall, hold on through the night (♫)
[ This whole alien monolith thing is really getting old. Like, seriously universe, find a new schtick already. Surely, there have to be other more creative ways to mess with her, but no, it's just the same old thing over and over again. But instead of being sent across space or through time, or even just having her nightmares made into reality, Daisy Johnson has been sent to an alternate universe.
It had taken a while for her to accept it. Days of searching for signs of SHIELD or her friends after she'd woken up in a random midwestern cornfield, winning another laptop in a bet in a bar in order to hack into government databases — every effort had led to the same conclusion: she's on her own here.
Her friends will come to find her, she keeps telling herself. Her family won't leave her in this universe that isn't hers, where she's a genetic freak of epic proportions who a dozen governments would love to lock up in a lab. It's just a matter of time until they figure out what happened and find a way to follow. (She purposefully doesn't allow herself to consider that they may not be able to follow her and bring her home.)
Sitting in a grungy dive bar in the middle of Indiana in the town over from that cornfield, drowning her sorrows with yet another drink seems like a great way to spend a Tuesday night. With her third beer in one hand and a cellphone purchased with stolen cash in the other, she scrolls through the various news alerts she'd set up, only half paying attention to the rest of the room. If any of the drunk assholes in the room decide to cause trouble, she'll welcome the chance to let off some steam. Until then, they're not her concern so long as they stay away from the duffel bag on the seat beside her. ]
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