[ she hasn't shared her new-found ability with many people. only strange, actually, and even then only in vague descriptions and off-hand quips. even without the rumbling of earthquakes under her veins, the reality of knowing she's different than before has left daisy suffering from a disorienting case of deja vu.

it seems only practical, then, to expose that most delicate secret to fitz first. she's reassured by his soft, slack-jawed smile, the awe apparent in the gentleness of his gaze and the hesitance in his hand as it approaches. ]

I owe you a new alarm clock. [ his quizzical expression peeks up in response, and so daisy elaborates, a quiet huff of laughter punctuating the break. ] Yours kept going off after you left the other day, and I couldn't figure out how to turn the stupid thing off. I just kept thinking about how I wanted to rip it apart... and all the pieces just kind of popped off right in front of me.

[ a pause. ]

Getting them to go back together is a little harder. I can do new things, but... repairs not so much.

[ rest in peace, fitz' alarm clock. ]