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Jemma Simmons // Agents of SHIELD // m/f

[bravejemma]

[triplett]

[ All caught up with AoS? I don't wanna spoil. I can easily go AU without the finale. Jemma deserves some love! ]

[bravejemma]

[I am all caught up! Getting eaten by a rock will definitely call for some comfort. XD]

Hope this is ok! If not, LMK! I'll gladly edit / redo

[triplett]

Everyone said she wasn't the same since the drop into the ocean. Simmons had gone covert and infiltrated Hydra as a way to recover from the brush with death. They told him she had only gotten worse since his death. However, after coming out of the alien matter was the most different that Trip had ever seen her. Yet some core things remained.

Her first thought seemed to be to bring his ashes to the matter. Jemma had obviously learned something during her time inside it. She hadn't said much to anyone other than demanding to bring his remains to the alien liquid. Not Bobbi, Skye, Fitz or even Coulson could get her to listen to reason. The matter took him in and it wasn't long before he was out just like his first time entering the world.

He might have had a dream or two that involved being naked with Skye's arms around him but none involved an audience. To say he was disoriented was an understatement. Trip was glad to see his friend no longer in the form of a statue but the change of location and his nudity had him seriously confused. "Seriously? Not even a towel?" he playfully chided the team who took longer than he appreciated in getting him a hazmat suit.

Jemma hadn't said a word that he heard as she watched from her suit within the room. There was an indescribable look on her features. He wanted to approach her but there was the matter of getting into his suit and she was kept in hers. She had yet to be fully cleared from quarantine when the director caved in to her insistence.

She helped Fitz clear him. Trip remained close to Jemma, continuously checking on her, much to the engineer’s dismay. The Scot seemed to watch his longtime friend with eyes that hoped for more but she didn’t appear to notice or purposely ignored the lingering looks. Not until out of quarantine did Antoine catch a talk Fitz had with Mack where the engineer voiced something about her not remembering and not being able to take it anymore.

That very night, Trip went to her room. He kept talking through it until she opened the door. “Hey, Girl…Thought you were gonna keep me there all night,” he quipped through a wide grin at seeing her face.

[bravejemma]

Jemma had come out of the rock with precious little. She knew her name, she remembered her parents, and who the SHIELD team was, and she could recite the periodic table, but there were holes elsewhere. Almost everywhere. It was hard not to be unnerved by that, but she could only move forward.

What she'd gained... wherever she'd gone was immense, and she didn't know how she knew some of the things she did. Like what to do with Trip's remains. And that it had worked? Jemma was a woman of science and didn't really like the word "miracle" but this was pretty damn close.

There was no other way to react to Trip's greeting than a wide smile of her own. "Well, you've passed all of the tests, and your vitals look good. No reason to keep you in quarantine."

Sorry for the delay. If backtagging's not your thing, I understand!

[triplett]

"Up for some company then?" he asked gently with his brows posing as much of the question as his words had. Trip was there in the capacity of comfort and support if she allowed him in. It was more than just occupying the same space but letting her in whatever was going on in her mind. Jemma seemed to be residing within herself and it had been worrying everyone.

Fitz had made a number of excuses on his friend's behalf when anyone dared to utter anything out loud in question of how Simmons acted since coming out of the matter. None of the utterances had come from Trip who wouldn't acknowledge Jemma as anyone but the same woman he met who worried for the care of others. She saved him, hadn't she? There wasn't a better sign than that.

"Feels a little weird being alone." He was talking about himself, of course.