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Luck, it turned out, was on her side.
Agent Coulson had brought her in because she was a part of the Rising Tide. She wasn't going to deny that- hacking was her life, and she was proud of it. But it made her worry. Was she under surveillance now? Did they have someone watching her every move? Would her secret- the most powerful and well kept secret of her life- remain safe?
She was pretty sure that they knew everything that she did- she was part of there team now, accepting Coulson's offer as she did.
And Skye had to admit, there were certain perks to staying on "the Bus". Like not having to worry about running out of food or being caught by the police- because technically, that had already happened. And that cute girl down in the lab- Simmons, her name was- wasn't bad eye candy either.
She probably didn't swing that way, though. Sigh. Another disappointment in the life of Skye.
She could get used to this team- with their unusual habits and (for FitzSimmons, a least) love of words so long that she probably couldn't count all the letters in them. They were- as much as she hated to admit it- becoming a family to her. And while, deep down inside, she knew that she desired a family... She wasn't sure if this really would be the one.
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She was going to do it, Skye told herself. Jemma only had a few hours to live. Skye wasn't going to just let her leave her life like everyone else she had loved. Especially without knowing how Skye thought about her- bar the M rated stuff, of course.
She just didn't- as stupid as it sounds- know how to phrase it. But then Skye though 'Oh hell, it's not like she's going to be here for much longer. I'll tell it to her straight.' She walked down the spiral stairs- making sure that Ward wasn't in the little gym set up first- and approached the row of glass widows barring her entrance to the lab.
FitzSimmons were bustling about, working harder than usual- Skye reasoned it was because Jemma was infected with an alien disease that caused its victims to float a meter and a half of the ground before sending out an EMP blast with enough power to send this whole plane and it's inhabitants crashing to their deaths. Not that she would say that out loud, no- she absolutely did not want to make this situation any worse. She pushed open the door and made her way over to her- dare she say it- crush.
On the bench top she saw a floating mouse in a cage- obviously a test subject for the cure that they were working on. There was discarded pieces of equipment everywhere- wires, syringes, even a ammunition clip. As she approached the table, head down, she heard a body hit the floor. Fearing the worse, Skye ran over- only to see that Simmons had knocked Leo out.
"Er, Skye, what are you doing here? You need to leave, it's not safe. I need to be alone now, before I, I..." Jemma whimpered "I blow."
"Jemma." She was unresponsive. "Jem, look at me." Skye said gently, reaching out to her. She put a hand under Jemma's chin, tilting her head up to face her. "Look. You are the smartest person I know. You have two doctorates in fields I can't pronounce, put up with Fitz for a living and love homework more than life itself. If you can't cure this thing, then no one can. You just need to focus."
"No Skye, I can't. We've tried everything, every compound, every formula, calculated each variable and how long it will take for us to reach somewhere safe. There's no choice. I have to get off this plane or every one, Fitz, Coulson, May, Ward, and you are going to die... And I can't have that happen." She didn't see Skye's startled eyes. "Just, please, let me do this."
"Let me give you a reason not to."
Because Skye, as much as she loved this little family, this group that had come together, couldn't stand it if one of them was missing. Especially not her Jemma.