Jemma awaited eagerly in the lab by the cargo hold. Skye and the team had been gone longer then expected.
It was just supposed to be a low level inspection of an 084, a couple hours at most. They left early in the morning, and the sun was just now starting to set.
Jemma paced between the long counter tops, biting her fingers and furrowing her brows.
Where were they?
She could feel the panic billowing up through her stomach when suddenly the cargo hatch opened.
Jemma could make out the intense expression on May's face.
Where is Skye?
Bobbi and Hunter followed carrying a heavy metal crate.
Jemma could just barely make out the shape of the next few figures. One of them seemed to be carrying the other.
Oh god no.
Rushing from the Lab, Simmons made her way to the figures. Coulson was keeping pace behind Mack, who was carrying a limp Skye.
"Oh my god, Skye! What happened! Is she okay?" Jemma oozed worry and concern over the taller brunette.
"Simmons, get her to medical now," ordered Coulson, "We think she's just unconsious but the 084 did something to her, we don't know."
She really didn't need to be told, Jemma was already scurrying to medical, shouting orders at the other doctors, telling Bobbi and Hunter to deliver the 084 to Fitz for diagnostics.
Her vitals were normal, everything was normal in fact. It was as if Skye was simply asleep. Her heart rate, blood pressure, temperature, everything was completely fine.
But why was she asleep? What did the unknown object do to her? She didn't know how she would fell if Skye woke up a different person then she was that morning. Perhaps the 084 changed her somehow, the makeup of her brain rearranged.
There were too many questions without answer.
Since Skye didn't seem to be waking up anytime soon, Jemma decided to see if Fitz had made any progress.
"Well, we know shield has had contact with it before, but the information on it is very limited. All I've really found on it is that Agent Carter came in contact with it as well. At close proximity, it renders the victim unconscious. The victim undergoes some sort of a change, in the documents they refer to it as 'a metamorphosis'
Other wise it appears she was pretty much unharmed by it. I guess she didn't get close enough for it to effect her too badly, and we know historically Agent Carter didn't die by this thing, so I'd say Skye's chances are pretty good."
Fits offered a reassuring smile, but it did little to comfort Jemma.
'Pretty much unharmed' was better then dead, but still Jemma felt uneasy. What was this change, or "metamorphosis"?
"I'll keep looking for the rest of the original file. I'm gonna look through that big tack of files we just got in, maybe it's in there." Fitz said reassuringly.
Jemma made herself busy, rechecking all of Skye's vitals.
She eventually settled herself beside Skye's bed in the medical pod. Taking her hand gingerly Simmons sighed. She had not had a chance to properly confront the younger girl about her growing feelings. Jemma knew what she wanted, she wanted Skye.
But the scientist was never sure what Skye wanted. Before she left, Jemma placed a tender kiss on Skye's hand.
Turning to leave, she felt a pressure on her wrist.
Skye was up. Her eyes open but lidded. Gaze lingering on Simmons.
"Skye? Oh my god you're awake? Are you alright what happened?" Simmons immediately returned to her bedside, taking her hands between her own.
"I'm fine," She smiled, "now that you're here." Something was off about Skye, Jemma noticed immediately.
"Are you sure, what did that thing do to you?"
"It just opened my eyes a little Jemma, now I know what I want." Skye started to rise from her bed, her face inched closer to Jemma's, a sultry smirk graced her lips.
Skye placed one hand on Simmons' cheek, caressing the soft skin and pulling her into her. Forehead to forehead, Simmons couldn't speak. This was all so unexpected, although welcome. Her brain could hardly process anything before Skye's lips were on hers, pulling her into the bed with her, Skye pressed into her. Every inch of their bodies molded together perfectly.
Jemma pulled away, this wasn't right.
"You've been hurt, somethings not right, that thing did something to you."
"I'm not complaining." the smirk grew wider.
Before things could escalate any further, Jemma retreated through the door, sealing Skye in the quarantined pod. Skye didn't seem to mind, she approached the glass separating the two women. Both hands on the glass, Skye never looked away from Simmons.
"Good news! I found the file!" exclaimed Fitz. Jemma could not be more relieved.
"I'm sensing there's some bad news?"
"Well, yeah sort of," Jemma's smile dropped, "Although it didn't harm her really, it did effect her mental state. The file reports the victim experiences, well, they experience...uhm." Fitz's face grew red, he pulled at his collar, unable to look Jemma in the eyes.
Skye still sat at the glass of her pod, eyeing Simmons hungrily.
"What Fitz?"
"Well, Skye s uhm...she needs to be...she needs you."
"What does that mean, needs me?"
"The 084 makes her need a lot of, well, physical contact...with the first person they see. That being you, she needs to uh...be with you, I suppose, physically"
Jemma gulped, Skye licked her lips. "Physically, you mean like..."
"Yeah."
Suddenly, Skye's behavior made sense. Fitz seemed physically uncomfortable, shifting from foot to foot, unable to look Jemma in the eye.
"But otherwise she's okay?"
"Yeah, the origin and purpose of the 084 is unknown, and the only known side effects are temporary unconsciousness an, well, this."
"But this is temporary right? She will get better."
"Agent Carter reported so, so Skye will too. In the mean time, you have to...uh help her."
"How long?"
"This report says within a week, but I see Skye has already woken up. It took Carter much longer, so maybe Skye's wont last as long? You have to keep her...satisfied. The report says when Agent Carter was left unsatisfied for too long, she became increasingly persistent, then angry, before becoming aggressive." Fitz glanced sideways at Jemma.
"This is gonna be a rough week."