The dangerous truth and the poisonous accident.

May could hear nothing but silence and the surrounding smell of a sterile environment. She had no idea how she had gotten here and attempted to turn her head to the side and look, when a thunderous bolt of pain shot through her head and behind her eyes feeling like it was being split in two. She attempted to raise her arms to cover her eyes and found that they had been cuffed to the edges of the bed she was laid on. Slowly the visions of events that had passed flittered behind her eyes like a make shift flick book from when she had seen Rosalind in the room to when she blacked out on the floor.

A cough alerted her again to the presence of someone else in the room and she saw Jemma over near the testing area with bloody swabs in her hand. She gingerly turned and look towards May, looking like the proverbial child that was ready for a scolding from a very angry mamma bear.

Before May could speak,

"I am sorry Melinda, i really am but Coulson thought that it would be a good idea until you had calmed down."

"I am calm Jemma have no fear, I am calm."

Jemma gave her a look that clearly said she might be naive but she was not stupid and was sure as hell not going to undo those cuffs until reinforcements arrived. Jemma was mentally calculating how long it would take for May to realise that she could still dislocate her wrists and break free that way but for now she would say nothing. She just hoped that her face would give nothing away cause everyone new that Jemma Simmons was a rubbish liar.

"Where is Andrew? or Slash…. Whatever you want to call him… Where is he?"

Jemma turned around and suddenly something on the table became very interesting, even though May knew that none of the machines where on. May waited and the silence hung in the head like crystal ball, ready to shatter when the truth was revealed to the unsuspecting individual. Jemma still continued to shuffle things around the table doing absolutely anything other than turn around and look at May.

"JEMMA !"

There was that firm, low and calculating voice that always made the hair stand on the back of her neck. It was the "tell me now" voice that May had, one where she never had to shout, never had to raise a hand, for the voice was the ultimate weapon. It got information from men, woman and experienced agents or in this case a lovely intellectual scientist like Jemma Simmons.

Slowly but surely she turned around and kept her head down, she knew the second that she looked into her eyes she would sing loud and not so proud but May would know the truth.

"Simmons look at me"

Jemma raised her head and looked at anything but May's face but by now May was getting more than pissed off.

"Jemma I know something has happened and I might find out when Phil gets here cause I know you've alerted him or you can tell me now and allow me to calm down. I will find out…."

Oh Jemma had not doubt that she would find out but could she hold it off long enough because if May broke free, Jemma under no circumstances was going to stand in her way. Jemma wanted to live and not from a hospital bed thank you very much.

"He is dead… Andrew is dead okay?"

May had a feeling that something bad had happened but that she was not prepared for. The last she remembered he was alive and very dangerous but not dead. What was she missing?

"Simmons what the fuck happened? He was alive and fighting me when I was last around? How can we go from fighting to dead? !?"

May was starting to shout and Jemma knew that this was not a good thing for her and prayed that the others would get here soon.

"You had a knife in your hand and when you were knocked out he fell on you. He leant over you when you were unconscious and he had already been shot. Once he fell the knife that you had in your hand drove into his neck and severed his artery. He died within minutes… May I am sorry but there was nothing that I could do to save him the blood loss was too much. I could not pump blood back into him in time and he had been weakened by the serum…."

At the mention of the word serum her head shot up and pure anger in her eyes, she spat…. "What the fuck you mean serum, he didn't take any did he?"

"Yeah, Rosalind gave him some as a tester case earlier today, he was one of the few that volunteered…"

Before Jemma could even utter another syllable two almighty cracks could be heard as May dislocated her wrists to free herself from the restraints attached to the bed.

She jumped off the bed with the speed and grace of a veteran fighter and no one would have known that she had not long since gone several rounds with one of the strongest inhuman's on record. She upturned the bed and watched as the machinery and glass scattered across the floor, making Simmons back up to the wall and cower in fear. She had seen May angry but nothing was close to the raw pain that she was now witnessing.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE! I SWEAR I AM GOING TO KILL HER AND MAKE THE LAST TIME LOOK LIKE A FUCKING PICNIC!"

Jemma was praying to every god and scientist she could think of that someone would come and help her, because this was way out of her league. She was sending the best and strongest mental message to anyone that would listen, she needed help and fast before May got out of the lab and on the hunt for Rosalind Price.

"May…. Please May you need to calm down and we can sort this out… something has happened and something has gone wrong but we can't do anything if you go and kill her… It won't bring Andrew back but if it has anything to do with her, we can make her pay and I promise you that we will… You know that I would never lie to you… Right?"

May whipped round and stared Jemma in the face, tears streaming down her face and her eyes raw. This was not what Jemma was expecting and yet again well out of her league and comfort zone, she had never seen Melinda May like this and was unsure how to deal with it. She stood there and waited to see what would happen.

"May please don't do anything stupid, we need to talk to her….."

Before Jemma could get another word out May dropped in a heap on the floor all her fight and anger had drained the rest of her energy and after the fight she had nothing left.

When they entered the lab in the middle of the room was something that they didn't expect to see. Jemma had a weary and worn out Melinda May sobbing in her arms, not a sound could be heard other than the heart wrenching sobs from a heart broken warrior.