Part 1 – Never sure why I need you
Jemma wasn't too fond of the sneaking around but she knew that it was necessary. They had talked about it, about telling the others, but they'd agreed that the best thing probably was to shut up about it. The best thing technically was probably to end it completely but she wasn't ready to do that. It was something about Fitz that was special. As if she needed his touch to get through the day, as if he was the oxygen that her lungs needed to oxygenate her blood and her heart. The thought of it scared her a great deal, especially since she was uncertain about how he felt. For all she knew, this could be nothing but sex for him. She shook her head as if to get rid of the thoughts. This was not was she was supposed to concentrate on; she had Skye's blood to analyze before the others got back from the Shield compound.
"What are you thinking about?" Fitz asked her.
He looked at her over the laptop screen. She realized that she'd been spinning around on her chair. Not the best thing to do, perhaps.
"Nothing special" she hurried to say. "I just can't find anything in Skye's blood. It's driving me bloody insane."
That was true. She wanted to find the drug that had saved Skye but after taking more than 10 blood samples from both Skye and Coulson, she was still unable to find anything unusual that they had in common.
"Maybe if you compare the blood to someone else's blood? Someone who hasn't been injected with the drug?" Fitz suggested. "Like me?"
"Hmm" Jemma said while taking the proposition into consideration. "That's actually not a bad idea. Can I take some of yours?"
Fitz swallowed. She knew that he wasn't very fond of needles but he'd offered. She though that taking her own could be a good idea as well, so she could compare Fitz's with Coulson's and her own with Skye's. She jumped off her chair and took down a box from a shelf. She took the smallest needle she could find and a pair of gloves.
"Pull up your sleeve please" she said while preparing the needle.
Fitz rolled over to her on his chair and did as he was told. He had a visible vein and she pierced it with the needle and tapped the cannula full with blood. She did it so quickly that it was all over by the time that Fitz had gotten over the pinch in his arm. She rolled of the gloves of her hands and threw them into the trashcan before patching Fitz's arm up. She then carefully placed the cannula with blood in a holder. Fitz rolled back to his computer and got caught up in whatever he was doing instantly. Jemma performed the same procedure while talking blood from herself. She placed name tags on the new cannulas and then she leaned back in her chair, staring at them.
"Do you think we should tell them?" she asked Fitz.
"Tell what?" a voice asked.
Both her and Fitz were startled and she flew up from where she was sitting. It was Skye who'd talked. She was walking into the lab along with the rest of the team. Jemma blushed nervously. She'd almost revealed them, uncertain if that was what Fitz wanted or not.
"Oh, nothing special" he hurried to say. "We were just talking about the…" he began but then he interrupted himself. "You're too many. Who are you?"
Jemma looked up again at his words and saw that he was right. Instead of 4, there were 5 of them standing inside their lab. A man; he was tall and had dark brown hair and very green eyes. He looked as if he was in his late 20s, early 30s. He looked at both of them interesting, not seeming offended by the somewhat rude way Fitz had spoken to him.
"What Fitz is trying to say is 'hello, I'm Leopold Fitz and I'm a rocket scientist, pleasure to meet you'" Skye said with a smile, making Fitz blush.
"It's alright" the man said before turning to Fitz. "I'm dr Vincent Mason. I'm here on personal orders from director Fury."
"Oh? Really? No offence, but why do we need a doctor?" Jemma asked, turning to Coulson.
"I'm not really sure but director Fury has been kind of angry with me ever since we destroyed the plane when we were in Peru. I guess he prefers to have us all together than falling out through a hole in the plane" Coulson said.
"So you're the best?" Jemma asked, now turning to dr Mason.
"Yeah, apparently I am" dr Mason said.
"He's the best" Coulson said. "Besides being a part of the team that was first with mapping brains, he's specialized in every surgical specialty that excists; neuro, cardiothoracic, orthopedic, pediatric, trauma, plastics and general."
Coulson were counting on his fingers for every specialty he mentioned. Then he looked up at dr Mason.
"It feels like I forgot something?" he said.
"Yeah, you forgot the neonatal part" dr Mason said.
"Ah" Coulson said with a smile. "So if anyone wants to have a baby, just talk to Mason."
"Uh, that's not actually how it works, that's not technically what I do" dr Mason said but Coulson was going out of the lab and didn't hear what he had to say.
"Wow, eight different specialties?" Skye asked. "And you're so young. You must've studied more than Simmons to achieve that. Did you have a social life at all?"
"No, I did not" dr Mason said with a laugh. He and Skye was heading out after May and Ward who'd left just after Coulson. "And I still don't have, technically."
"Why would we need a neonatal surgeon onboard?" Fitz asked a bit distracted while reading from a tablet. "Is anyone pregnant?"
Then he looked up at Jemma with big eyes.
"Are you pregnant?" he asked instantly.
"What? No!" she replied quickly. "I haven't even told anyone we're…that's what I was going to ask you about before they marched in here; whether or not we should tell? What do you think?"
"You must be very special" Skye said. "Director Fury had the whole plane renovated just to give you a workspace that's big enough."
She looked over her shoulder to look at dr Mason. He was handsome. Not in the Grant Ward-way but still; he was handsome. He had curly, brown hair and big, green eyes. He was tall, about the same height as Ward and almost as fit. Dr Mason laughed.
"Yeah, I guess I'm special then" he said.
They got into a space just beside the lab. Their own, very new medical room. The lab had been remodeled so that their E.R would fit in. It had to be on the deck, so injuries could be tended to as quickly as possible. The space was split into two rooms. The smaller one was an exam room and it had all the equipment needed for a regular health check or a trauma case. Skye followed dr Mason as he went into the other room, the space intended for surgery. It was bigger, with a table in the middle. Huge lamps were stationed over it and there were trays around the room, lined with loads of duplicates of instruments that Skye had never seen before.
"Wow" dr Mason said slowly while walking around, digesting it all.
"Yeah, wow. Fury probably has a crush on you" Skye said.
She did find the whole medical department of their plane kind of awesome but apparently not as much as dr Mason did. His green eyes were even bigger than they'd been before and he looked like a kid let loose in candy land.
"I'm just going to go talk to Ward. I think there's a briefing in like an hour or something" Skye said, looking at Mason.
"Oh okay" Mason said without turning around to look at her.
She found Ward, along with May and Coulson, in the briefing room. They all looked up in sync when she entered the room.
"Why do we need a doctor?" Skye asked. "Does it have anything to do with my…recklessness?"
Ward looked up at her and she could see a glimpse of pain in his eyes. She had learned to recognize it in his eyes whenever she spoke of her shooting. She knew he blamed himself, with the argument that he was her S.O and he should've kept her out of Quinn's reach. She didn't blame him though.
"No, Skye" he said. "It's not like that. It's…" he interrupted himself and looked at Coulson. "Why do we need a doctor?" he asked.
"It's only because of Fury" Coulson said with a sigh. "We're apparently reckless, all of us, so he felt the need to provide us something that weren't very reckless and that could patch us up in the process."
"Yeah, he must think us very reckless if he spends so much money on building a special medical department for the Bus" Fitz said as he entered the briefing room.
Simmons wasn't with him so Coulson spoke in the speakers that he always used when informing about briefing.
"Briefing in two" he said.
Just a minute later, both Simmons and Mason appeared in the room. Coulson nodded and stepped aside so everyone could see the screen.
"We have an O-8-4 waiting for us in Denmark" he said.
Skye caught his eyes. "In Denmark? What is it?"
"Please tell me it's nothing like the gamma radiating-tesseract object we found in Peru?" Fitz said, sounding concerned.
None of them would forget their first trip together, when everything had gone wrong and it had ended up with a whole in the plane, a mad Fury and Fitz and Ward screaming themselves hoarse at each other because Fitz claimed Ward was an idiot for touching the O-8-4 with his bare hands.
"Oh, I don't know if there's any tesseract energy involved but I suspect that it's something Asgardian" Coulson said.
"Oh, here we go again" Fitz said under his breath.