"Please stop petting the test subjects. " Skimmons

disclaimed


the one with alien animals


...


"Skye," Jemma sighs from across the lab. "Please stop petting the test subjects."

Skye doesn't look up from the alien cat she's cuddling. "But they're all so cute," she whines, looking at the small hoard of animals milling around her. "Can we keep one?"

"I don't even know what these creatures are capable of," Jemma tells her, typing up her initial findings and glancing over to find her test subjects crawling over her girlfriend, who seemed absolutely delighted with the prospect. "They might spit acid, for all we know."

"But what a way to go," Skye mumbles, cuddling an alien puppy to her chest.

Jemma levels her with a look—that's not even funny to joke about, really. She huffs out as much, feeling cross.

"Oh, relax," Skye grabs another alien puppy, holding them both to her chest and cooing at them. "They're probably fine, or I'd be acidic by now."

"You're ridiculous."

"So are you. I'm naming this one Thor." She points to an alien animal that resembles a golden retriever.

Jemma rolls her eyes fondly and returns to work.

/

They actually are harmless, Jemma discovers twenty minutes later. And then the whining gets ridiculous.

/

(they go home with thor, the puppy, who is discovered to be female, and a small cat that took to winding about jemma's ankles. skye never lets her live it down)