AN: Good day everyone. As always, I wanna thank my Beta MegaDiary123. Also, feel free to review or PM me if you want to. Without further due...

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Skye's POV

There was a strange feeling crossing over me when Simmons said that I was not actually fine. I wanted to laugh, I really did. But as much as I wanted to believe that she was joking and lying, I couldn't. First of all, the look in her eyes was genuine and even if she tried to create it on purpose, she was a terrible liar.

I looked back at Fitz who had the same perplex expression as me because he had no idea what she meant.

"Can you explain what's wrong?" I asked trying to figure out a way to get inside that big brain of hers.

Her face was still more pale than her normal white skin and she did gulp at my question, but she seemed more grounded than before. What the hell had scared her so badly? "I run the normal examination, you know the basics and of course nothing was wrong there. You are perfectly healthy as far as anyone who looks only that deep is concerned" she said and framing her thoughts seemed to calm her down a little.

"I guess you looked even deeper?" I propped her to continued.

"Yeah, I applied what we learned at the course right now. I, basically, separated your DNA and then mapped it using gel electrophoresis. But at the same time–".

"Jemma, please. In English" I interrupted her since I could see the begging of a rambling clear in the air.

I saw the corners of her mouth title up slightly and some of that laugh reached her eyes. Even thought it was only a small part, I called that a success. "I went deeper than just blood test and looked into your DNA and yours looks completely different from how a normal person would look like. Its like, it re-arranged itself containing extra macromolecules. If I hadn't had the results in my hand, I wouldn't think that's even possible".

I could feel the colour drain from my own face this time as she continued speaking. I managed to get most of what she said and that was enough. "That's…" I was at loss of words, "…interesting".

"It's not just interesting, it if full on strange! We know that this is not a disease since no-one you have come in touch was affected, so we have no idea what that means at all. It is like, a whole new discovery!" She kept on talking and talking with no sign of stopping.

I had backed up to the only clean corner of the room and just sat there bringing my knees to my chest and wrapped my hands around them. I had stopped listening to what she was talking about, a long time ago. My mind suddenly clicked, realising what this could mean and how someone would use it if they found out about this peculiarity. "We need to burn it" I lifted my head and looked at the two scientists. "Maybe not literally apart from that piece of paper in your hand, the rest of the data I can erase from existence if I hack into the equipment".

All sounds stopped immediately in the room. Both set of eyes were trained on me, one with understanding and the other without.

"We can't! This is major breakthrough. We need to learn more about why that is or how it happened" Simmons was fast to say. "As a scientist I have a duty to the rest of the world, to help learn about this extraordinary discovery" she continued and my gaze was fixed on Fitz who had not spoken a word.

"You called me strange" I may have been looking at Fitz but Simmons knew I was talking to her. "If you, who know me, thinks like that then what will happen if other people find out".

"Oh, Skye. I didn't mean it like that, you know it. It is just… not ordinary" she tried to reassure me.

"No, you said that if you hadn't seen the results or done the examination yourself you wouldn't believe them. That you, the smartest person that I know, didn't think of it as possible. And we are in an Academy where they look for the out-of-the-ordinary. If someone outside of this room gets those results, then I bet that Skye will not be staying here any longer. She could be experimented on, and we need to protect her from that because she is our friend" Fitz came to my rescue.

I watched silently at the gaze battle between the two of them were having as they seemed able to read one another's thoughts. After what seemed like an eternity to me, Simmons sighed and handed the papers to Fitz who quickly gathered all other paper with results on and put them on his bin.

After all the work that we had been working on for the last couple of days was destroyed all three of us went to the maintenance or the Sci and Tech bar that was hidden from the other Academies. Simmons and Fitz found a group of people from their year and they got into their conversation. I was itching to release all this build up energy and I really needed to get out.

"Jemma, I'm gonna head to the gym". I could see the question-marks all over her face and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I am fine really, just need to punch something. Don't wait up for me" and without another word I disappeared.

The gym was empty, something that didn't surprise me. It was around 11 pm when I arrived there either way. I needed the gym's equipment, but I needed the privacy as well. So, when I entered the room I locked the door behind me and opened my computer to enter the camera feeds from the observation room behind the one-way glass. Once I made sure no-one was there, I went to the punching bag and places the laptop next to me, so that I could always check in case someone, or Hill more specifically, came to observe.

I let my frustrations on the bag. With my mind lost on its own world I didn't really realise when the room started to shake, or when the buzzing feeling that had crawled its way on my hands became more and more apparent.

The information that I got some hours ago flashed through my mind and my punching became harder. Until one punch connected to the bag and sent a sock wave that threw the bag on the other side of the room. It went flying across the room hitting the wall hard and leaving a small crack there, before it fell on the floor.

I looked at my trembling hands and trembling room as the buzzing feeling increased even more.

I focus my breathing as May had taught me, focus to a single point and let everything else become noise in the background. Thankfully the shaking stopped soon after. The shaking on my hands though hadn't diminished in the slightest.

I managed a deep breath, grabbed my laptop and started typing. All the video feeds from when I was in the room suddenly disappeared and were replaced by empty gym hours. I quickly left and got back to my room. It was well past midnight now and Simmons was already fast asleep. The buzzing feeling never left my hands for the whole night as I laid awake on my bed and I had a feeling that it would never truly disappear.