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The Kree stone fascinated Jemma. It's properties were completely foreign: the molecular structure oscillated between a stable solid, and super-charged, low density liquid, but beyond that, the stone appeared to show properties only found in things that were alive. It took in nitrogen as it expelled nitrogen dioxide, a nitrogen oxide that bound with hemoglobin, preventing the binding of oxygen, often found in car emission. The stone also seemed to metabolize particles from the glass, something that doesn't exist in nonliving things…
"Me and you—maybe we could east somewhere else. You know…nice," Fritz stated, shocking her out of her scientific trance. Jemma looked up, wide eyed, her breath catching in her throat. She blinked, letting the shift in meaning settle in. He wasn't asking her out to dinner, he was asking her out to dinner. Not some casual sandwich, or a quick stop through a food court, but a dinner with romantic implications.
"Oh." This was what she wanted, after all, right? She had brought up the events at the bottom of the ocean, telling him that maybe there was something to talk about. She smiled, letting it settle in. They were speaking again. They were even smiling and laughing again. And now, now there might be a chance at more. Living without her best friend was difficult and trying when she was a double agent, but what was worse was the cold, stand offish Fritz that had greeted her home. Every day knowing that he was there, but didn't want to be around her was agony. And now, now they could move on.
"Good, okay. Uh, well y—uh, you should come find me when you're finished here and I'll—I'll start looking at options to run by you…for that." He turned and left quickly, closing the door behind him. Jemma felt her smile broaden. Dinner. Nothing had ever sounded so good. She started finishing up, bringing a box over to the table next to the glass door shielding the stone, which had been unlatched and slightly ajar. "What?" She said, reaching out to close the door, "No—" She was cut off by the stone liquefying, forcing itself out of the box and spilling out onto her, knocking the wind out of her and pushing her several feet. She screamed, desperately reaching out for whatever she could grab. Panic pulsed through her as she felt the rock clutching her and pulling her back into the stone as it reshaped. No! The stone dragged her back, it's grips as strong as steel. Fritz…
And just as quickly as it had liquefied, it reformed into a solid, taking Jemma along with.