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Chapter 40 – Secret's Out

Simmons went a deep red as the team continued to stare at her. They hadn't said a word since Skye ran off, choosing instead to wait for Simmons to give them the answers that Skye wouldn't.

When Simmons continued to remain silent Coulson spoke, he wasn't angry, just slightly shocked, "You knew?" When Simmons nodded weakly but didn't speak Coulson asked another question, "How long?"

Simmons took a breath before answering, "How long has she been pregnant or how long have I known?"

Coulson rubbed his eyes, "I think we all know when. London, right?" He couldn't think of any other place that Skye had been away from the team long enough to actually do what was required to get pregnant, hiding his discomfort at the thought Coulson looked at Simmons, who had nodded in response to his question, "And how long have you known about it?"

Simmons shifted uncomfortably but answered honestly, "Since she collapsed in Rome, I ran a blood test to make sure it was just dehydration and…" Simmons trailed off, unsure of how to finish.

Trip was the next to speak, he actually looked somewhat impressed, "You've managed to lie to us since Rome?" He smiled, "And here I thought you were on terrible liar."

"I didn't lie," Simmons insisted, "I just didn't tell you the truth."

Before Trip could answer Coulson cut him off, "Which begs the question of why you didn't tell us or even just tell me?"

Simmons looked guilty, "Skye begged me not to. She wanted to tell you herself. I told her that if her or the baby's health was at risk I would tell you, other than that it wasn't my secrets to tell."

Fitz actually looked a little hurt, "I can't believe you didn't even tell me, Jemma."

"Oh, please," Simmons replied, "We both know you would have said something. You're worse than me when it comes to keeping secrets."

"I am not. I haven't told anyone about that thing you do with…"

"Timeout," Coulson interrupted before Fitz could finish his sentence. He turned back to Simmons, "We're getting off topic." He paused, the continued, "Did Skye tell you how long she's known?"

Simmons shrugged, "She told me that she hadn't known for sure until I told her in Rome but that she had suspected since the first time we stopped in Switzerland."

"Which explains why she wanted off the plane so badly," Trip thought out loud, "I thought it was just cabin fever."

"But Skye obviously wanted to find out for sure," Coulson concluded, which earned a nod from Trip. Looking back at the biochemist Coulson asked another question, "Is there anything else you want to tell us, Simmons?"

Simmons shook her head, "About Skye? No."

"You've been keeping an eye on them?" Coulson asked.

Simmons nodded, "Both eyes, sir."

"And they're both okay?" Coulson asked.

"As far as I can tell," Simmons replied.

However Coulson detected something in the tone of the biochemist's voice, there was something she wasn't saying, "What do you mean, as far as you can tell?"

Simmons looked a little guilty about spilling more of Skye's secrets but answered anyway, "There's only so many tests I could run on the Bus and Skye wouldn't let me do an ultrasound."

"Why not?" Fitz asked.

Simmons shrugged, "She was worried one of you might see. She said she could explain me poking and prodding her but she wasn't sure she could explain away an ultra sound."

"Skye was that worried about what we'd do if we found out?" Trip asked.

Simmons sighed, "I think so was more worried about what you would think of her. Skye's not exactly proud of what happened in London, we're the only family she's ever had and disappointing us is a big thing to her."

Coulson gave a weak smile, "You two have spent a lot of time talking about this, haven't you?"

Simmons lent back in her chair, "I've been trying to convince her to tell you. It's why we've been fighting, why she stormed off today."

May had remained silent since Skye had left but she suddenly stood up and headed off towards the bedrooms.

Simmons ran after her, quickly blocking the Calvary's path, "What do you think you're doing?"

At first May was shocked that the biochemist would stand in her way but then she realized she was protecting Skye, "First I'm going to talk some sense into that girl then I'm going to drag her to the labs and make sure you give her a proper check-up."

Simmons was shocked at what was probably one of May's longest conversations, "You're scaring me with that face, what do you think you are going to do to her? Skye already thinks you are all going hate her, do you really think knocking down her door is going to help? Let me talk to her, I'll get her downstairs. You can stand guard if you want."

May was actually impressed that Simmons had stood her ground, so she put her hands up in surrender, turning back to the dining area and allowing Simmons to talk to Skye.

Standing outside their bedroom door Simmons knocked and when Skye didn't answer she fished the key out of her pocket and let herself in. The hacker was lying on the bed closest to the window, she looked like she was asleep, one arm across her stomach, the other across her eyes. However after sharing a room with Skye Simmons knew better.

Closing the door behind her Simmons crossed her arms and stared down at Skye, "I know you're awake." When Skye just moaned in response Simmons sat down on the side of the bed, "Are you okay?"

"No," Skye moaned, "I'm tired, I'm sick and I'm pretty sure I just alienated the only family I've ever had." She pulled her arm away from her eyes so that she could look at Simmons.

Simmons' gaze softened, "They're not angry."

Skye shifted into a sitting position, "But they are disappointed in me." It wasn't a question, "Do they want me to leave? Are they going to make me give up the baby?"

"Never."

Skye gave a weak smile at Simmons' response but it didn't quite reach her eyes, "What do they want?"

"The same thing you do," Simmons replied, taking Skye's hand, "To make sure you're both okay."

Skye absentmindedly rubbed a hand across her stomach, "I told you we're fine."

"Skye…" Simmons sighed, "They're worried, and they just want me to make sure everything's going smoothly." She gave a weak smile, "Otherwise May's going to come in here and drag you to the lab where she will no doubt cuff you to the table while I give you an ultrasound."

Now Skye just looked annoyed, "Are you still going on about that ultrasound?"

Simmons stood her ground, glaring at Skye, "They already know. What's your excuse now?" When Skye didn't answer, instead choosing to look away, Simmons realized what the answer was, "You're scared."

"No," Skye said looking up, "Just…"

"Nervous?" Simmons concluded.

"It's just…" Skye sighed, "What if something's wrong, what if I did something or that drug you gave me does something. I was shot, Simmons, in the gut, twice. What if…" Skye trailed off, unwilling to finish the thought.

"And wouldn't you want to know sooner rather than later?" Simmons asked softly, "Please, Skye. I'll be there and the rest of the team can be there if you want?"

"No," Skye insisted quickly but nodded, "I'll go but only if it's just you."

"Okay," Simmons nodded, standing up and helping Skye off the bed.

Leaving the bedroom Simmons led Skye to one of the labs hidden beneath the house where she got Skye to lie on one of the benches.

"Sorry it's so hard," Simmons said, giving reassuring smile, "This place wasn't designed for comfort." Setting up the machine she smiled again, "Roll up your shirt. This might be cold, sorry."

"It's alright," Skye assured, rolling her shirt up. She flinched didn't complain when the cold gel touched her stomach. However worry was still etched on her face, "Is everything okay?"

Simmons was silent for a few seconds the smiled, "Everything's fine, do you want to see?"

Skye sighed in relief and nodded. Despite modern technology the ultrasound was still black and white. Still staring at the image on the screen Skye spoke to Simmons, "You're sure everything's okay?"

Simmons continued to smile, "Everything's fine, Skye. Your baby's perfectly fine." She placed a hand on Skye's shoulder, "Do you want me to print some pictures for you?"

Skye looked away from the screen, "Seriously?"

Simmons smiled when she handed Skye the pictures.

Skye smiled at the pictures, there was someone else that needed to see them.