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Jemma Simmons | 7x02 | Original via @ffaupdates

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Jemma Positivity Week: Season 1

Hi everyone :D

I’m doing a Jemma-Simmons-Positivity-Week this week :D.

I will list all the great (and small!), kind, amazing, helpful, clever, etc things Jemma has done throughout the seasons, starting today with Season 1 :D

Here's the intro to these posts for further explanation ;).

The other seasons will follow the next few days, each day for one season and at the end a masterpost consisting all of them.

Let’s get started :D

Season 1

-      She develops the dendro-toxin which not only helps save Mike (controlling the unstable Extremis serum!) but also becomes essential for the entire run of the show, since it's the compound that makes it possible for the agents to shoot without actually harming anyone permanently.

-      She figures out what the Extremis serum is made of.

-      She calms down Fitz when he panicks about trying to perfect the night-night gun under pressure.

-      She makes sure that Fitz doesn't get stung by a mosquito (There is no vaccine for Dengue fever!)

-      I really liked two little moments in 1x02 when she stood up for Fitz. Once when Skye was trying to throw the dwarves back into the DWARF case in whatever order and Fitz gets upset, and Jemma tells Skye, that it matters to them. I also liked how she stood right next to him when Ward tried to bully him about not being field-ready, by basically coming back at him with the “who do you think designed all this stuff.” Not only did it show how much she cared about trying to make Fitz feel comfortable in the field, since it was her that suggested they go into it in the first place (first showing her incredible curiosity!!!) but also her standing up for the entire scientific division making it clear that without their inventions, the field agents/operatives couldn’t be doing what they are doing!

-      She operates on Akela Amador, freeing her of the eye that made her a slave.

-      She tries to trick Ward with the Night-night gun so he leaves Fitz alone.

-      While being deadly-sick, she develops an anti-serum against an before unknown Alien Virus in a matter of hours.

-      She jumps out of the plane to save her team so Coulson doesn’t have to make the call.

-      She comforts Fitz in the end when she sees how bad he feels for not jumping out of the plane, making sure that she feels that he is the hero just for being there for her.

-      She makes Fitz his favourite sandwich and hands him an anti-venom pack against spiders before he goes on his first mission without her.

-      She teams up with Skye, risking her career to save Fitz and Ward, accessing a forbidden wall panel and shooting Sitwell with the Night-Night Gun.

-      Even when she freezes when professor Randolph gets hurt, she tells Coulson how to save him.

-      She was trying to calm down Ward when he was being horrible after picking up the staff, explaining to everyone that it was just the reaction to the Berserker staff.

-      In Repairs she finds out what actually happened to Tobias (that he is now a being trapped between two worlds) and finds out that the lab actually worked on making a portal to another world.

-      She and Fitz develop Mike's advanced suit and she gives Mike a medical check-up as well before they send him into the field.

-      She and Fitz help Skye to escape SHIELD's custody and they and the rest of the team help find and rescue Coulson.

-      She also tries to make sure that the Centipede soldiers don’t get killed by the new devices they are developing saying that they are being controlled.

-      She and Fitz save Donnie from being frozen.

-      She also developed the freezing compound that Donnie and Seth used in their machine.

-      She warns Fitz that Donnie betrayed them in Seeds. 

-      In TRACKS she makes a split-second decision to throw herself on a grenade to save Fitz and Skye. (IMO you can see the calculation that goes through her head: They all die or she alone dies. (Luckily of course, it’s only a dendro-toxin grenade, but it’s quite clear that she didn’t know that!!!)

-      She saves Skye from certain death after being shot by keeping her alive as long as possible and she is the one to vaccinate her with the GH-325 serum.

-      She studies the GH-325 serum relentlessly and we see for the first time how she is willing to stand up against her superior and even go against his direct orders to do what she thinks is right (I have a duty as a SHIELD scientist to save lives!)

-      She doesn’t crack under death threat when Victoria Hand tries to trick her and Trip into swearing loyalty to Hydra and then stands up to Hand when she wants to go after Coulson.

-      She stands up for Trip and vouches for him when Coulson at first refuses to let Trip go with them.

-      She is kind and empathic with Audrey, and confronts Fitz about his behaviour towards Trip, trying to make sure they get along.

-      To make everyone feel better, she wants to make Pancakes.

-      She finds Koenig's body and examines him, determining for sure that it was Ward that killed him.

-      After that is found out, she calms Fitz down when he looses his temper over Ward betraying them.

-      Overall we see her comforting Fitz during this time ("At least we still have each other") while also being realistic about the whole situation.

-      She stands up to Talbot when he tries to intimidate them.

-      She makes sure that Fitz knows she's not Hydra and comforts him by the pool.

-      She and Fitz find the Bus stolen by Garrett and are ready to put a tracker on it (one of the dwarfs) before Ward captures them.

-      She figures out how Fitz and she can escape the Pod.

-      She refuses to leave Fitz behind and saves his life.

-      She tells Fury where Coulson is.

Everybody feel free to add your own additions in the reblogs/replies :D. I’m sure I forgot some things!

And you can also just add general things you like about Jemma, be it the way Jemma helped the team, nice gestures Jemma does but also character traits you like, etc.

Season 2 will follow tomorrow :D

Very special thanks to @weareagentsofnothing for betaing this post (and adding some of her own in the process :D) and being one of my enablers :D. These posts wouldn’t be the same without her!!! Thanks also to all my enablers from the Leo-Fitz-Positivity week, without whom these posts would probably have never come into fruition, @agl03 @eclecticmuses @popsicle86 and @the-nerdy-stjarna and everbody that replied/commented on the posts, keeping my muse afloat and just making my week, giving me some of the best time in the fandom I had in a long time :D You guys ROCK :D

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jemma anne simmons in every episode → 5x17 - the honeymoon   

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Jemma Simmons in Season 5                    5x13 “Principia”

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AN ~ AS PROMISED Jemma self-rescue fic *rubs hands together*. If Jemma 'let's remind everybody that I'm specifically a biologist' Simmons doesn't do something with that room full of plants I'm going to eat my hat. Let's just leave it at that for now. & enjoy!

also fulfils @aosadvent2017 prompt “peace”

*spoilers for AOS 5x01 and 5x02*

Rated T for Kasius being a creepy jerk (but nothing overly sexual happens), but also for him meeting an end he deserves.

Read on AO3 (~2500wd)

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or forever hold your peace

“Walk with me.”

Kasius waved a hand and Jemma forced herself to move. Slowly, gracefully, pointedly, like she had once learnt in ballet: using enough muscles to pull herself forward, so that she would not be tempted to turn and run. She knew she would be dead before reaching the door if she tried something like that. She wouldn’t even hear it coming.

So she followed, swanning after Kasius as if she hung on his every word. They were, after all, the only things she could hear thus far. His words. His breathing. His footfalls. She was not sure if anything else would come back to her, but the absence of her own breathing and heartbeat and the sound of her own footfalls in these marble halls no longer haunted her like it had the first night, keeping her up in a swirling sensory deprivation chamber. Now she had something to focus on. Kasius. And how much she hated every single thing about him, like nails on a chalkboard. Like honey dripping off a thorn.

And then, suddenly, she couldn’t feel hate.

She stepped over a threshold with him into a garden so beautiful that for a moment she could hardly breathe. A room full of potted roses was one thing but this? Gloriously paved pavilions swept here and there, winding through gardens of roses and daffodils, olive and lemon trees, palm fronds and frangipanis, ivy, and orchards. Apples, pears, peaches, apricots.

Her jaw dropped a little. Her body had stilled. None of this she noticed until Kasius turned to glance at her over his shoulder, a smirk on his lips.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he prompted, though of course he required no response from her. It was assumed that she would agree, and even if she had wanted to deny him that satisfaction, her awestruck expression had already betrayed her. For a moment, she was stuck like a deer in the headlights, but she kept her face passive and he did not think to question the inner workings of her mind. They did not matter to him. Only her face.

Satisfied at having caught his petulant princess in a moment of vulnerable joy, Kasius waved over another servant. He would quell her yet, he thought, and picked up a piece of one of his favourite golden apples.

“Try some,” he offered, and Jemma obediently stepped forward. Forcing her breath in and out, forcing her fingers not to clench into fists, she tried not to notice those cold, flat blue eyes so close to her face; that touch so tender but not for her sake. She wished to herself that the apple would taste like ash, like poison, but as she bit down, found it was one of the most beautiful things that she had ever tasted.

And then the rage flooded back in.

She nearly choked on the apple – on the desire to spit it back in his face – as the thought filled her mind, and all her senses, so loudly that for a second it almost felt like her hearing had returned:

People are starving.  

People down below were starving to the point where they had clawed at grain poured onto the ground before them. To the point where they had leapt at each other’s throats. Had killed a man. Or would have, were it not for her – and for Kasius, who had finished what they’d started not for bread, but for perfection.

Kasius sighed loudly, smiling paternalistically.

“I know, my dear,” he assured her. “It can be quite overwhelming. I forgive you.”

Before she could flinch away, Kasius brushed her cheek. His fingers came away with a droplet of water. A smudge of gold. Jemma gaped in horror but fortunately, he merely called another servant to bring him a cloth to wipe the smudge away, and another with a pot of paint to reapply the gold where she had marred it. Feigning chagrin - but also, hiding the terror in her eyes and on her face – Jemma ducked her head and let Kasius led on again. As they walked, he waxed lyrical about his garden and its many beauties, and how it was such a shame that a beauty like herself had been held separate from them for so long. It faded into a meaningless blur of sound. To him she was merely another one of his flowers; he only admired her hardiness because it had allowed her to emerge from below unscathed, for his admiration.

Little did he know, of course, that she had a littering of scars on her torso and legs. She had been through too much not to. Yet, as he had said of his former… concubine? She was safe with them hidden beneath her tunic, where he could not notice them.

(She hoped that would not change any time soon.)

He also did not know, though, many other things about her – or, apparently, about his flowers. Things like the fact that she was a highly trained biologist with paramilitary experience. Things like the fact that apples, peaches, apricots - let alone the plants that they walked past now; daffodils, oleander, Angel’s Trumpet – could kill.

He was walking her through a field of weapons, and he didn’t even know it.

Now, there was something worth smiling about.

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Standing outside his door that evening - or at least, her best estimate thereof - Jemma took a deep breath. The crockery shuddered on its tray and she hoped it was not too loud; she did not know how many others had been given the silence bug, or drug, or whatever it was. But she drew herself strong. It was now or never – not least because she just couldn’t take this much longer. Her behaviour was unusual, but Kasius still hadn’t cottoned onto the fact that she wasn’t who he thought she was, so she was willing to risk it. If all else failed, she hoped, it was a demure enough act of service that he might think it merely unusual – perhaps even a gesture of goodwill – and simply dismiss her.

Strong, she thought to herself, and knocked on the door.

“Enter,” he called, and so she did, and the smug thrill that ran through her at his expression of surprise was more satisfying than she could have imagined. Careful not to let on, however, she smiled meekly and curtseyed a little before bringing the tray forward. Kasius shuffled in his seat, and gestured for her to sit beside him. How quickly would she be dead, she thought, as she lowered herself into the seat. How close was his assassin? Around the corner? Just outside the door? Heart pounding, she poured the tea.

“Hmm, sweet,” Kasius mused, wafting it past his nose as if it were wine. All of a sudden, Jemma thought, perhaps she should have worked with wine. Perhaps it would have hidden the scent more easily. But then Kasius asked; “What is it?”

Jemma tilted her head. Was he expecting her to answer?

“Speak,” he said, and nodded insistently – excitedly, as if watching her open a present. Jemma’s lips twitched, trying to contort into a smile as her heart filled with the sense of freedom, and a desire to tell this slimey maggot everything she thought about him.

“Wellness tea,” she said instead. “Good for the skin.”

This seemed to amuse Kasius, and Jemma almost laughed. Instead, she simply let that smile slip loose, as if she were pleased to have amused him, and poured the tea. He waited until she picked up her own cup, which she had been hoping against, but prepared for. She took a sip, and so did he.

(They’d have to drink much more than that, though.)

“And what have you been doing with your day, my dear?” Kasius asked.

“Listening,” Jemma replied, and she could see it. And hear it. The smugness. That’s my girl, his expression said. I knew you’d come around. She wondered if he could see the same smugness in her eyes – but no, she thought, he probably assumed she was simply overcome with desire, or gladness for having pleased him, or any number of things that required minimal brainpower on her behalf. Instead, what she meant was learning. And now that she could speak, oh, what she had learned was going to earn her so much more satisfaction.

“Oh, this is simply wonderful,” Kasius praised, taking another mouthful of her tea. “You must share the recipe with the kitchens. Where did you learn such a thing?”

“My mother taught me.”

“Hm.” Kasius nodded thoughtfully. “Interesting woman, your mother. I should have her brought here. Where did you say she worked? Processing?”

“Yes.”

Part of Jemma hoped that he would find May. She would certainly have something to say about this whole situation. Or to punch, at least. But most of Jemma’s attention was focused on trying not to cackle like a bloody murderer as Kasius refilled his own cup to the brim with more tea. How long had it been since he’d poured his own cup? Was it because he was used to taking as much as he wanted of something he liked? Or was it the drug she’d put in there, that even now, was niggling at her own throat to take more?

“Processing, you say?” Kasius repeated. “Yet she knows something about herbs. Curious.”

He paused, and Jemma had to take another sip before he got suspicious.

“Yes, ah,” she offered faux-nonchalantly. “I suppose she got creative. Working with what we have, everyone playing their part and all that.”

“Naturally, naturally.” Kasius nodded. “That’s what I like to hear, my dear. Beautiful stock, your family. You know what? I will have your mother found.”

Perhaps this would have scared her, any moment other than now, but Jemma’s blood was already pumping. Kasius’ words were growing uncontrolled; speaking his mind rather than the measured, perfect words of a philosopher. He drank more. Jemma’s throat itched too, but she quashed it down with the thought of what it would take to expel the poison later. Meanwhile, Kasius’ pupils were growing wider. The drug. Was the poison taking effect yet? How fast was stage two going to go? How was she going to get out of this room once it had?

“Have you got somewhere to be, my dear?”

All of a sudden she felt watched. More than that. Seen. One of the side effects of the drug was paranoia and she should have known, she should have predicted this – but how lucid was he, still?

“You’re all fidgety,” he said. “You’re fidgeting. I don’t like it.”

She grinned, and drummed her fingernails against her teacup. Never had she wished for a clicky pen more in her life, but this would have to do.

“Sorry,” she said, unabashedly not sorry at all as she felt the tides rapidly turning in her favour. “I’m simply excited about having executed my plan to perfection.”

“Perfection?” he repeated, bewildered, and she blinked coquettishly.

“Aren’t you proud of me?”

Something, she saw, started to dawn in Kasius’ eyes. Something, perhaps, about what he had said to her upon their first meeting. About her wrist, smooth as if untouched by a metric. About her tears. Her mysterious knowledge - ‘creativity’- with plants that had not been seen by humans like her in nigh on a century.

Something about the old stories.

Kasius leapt to his feet, and swayed.

“GUARDS!” he roared, and Jemma scrabbled away. This was a rollercoaster of a plan but she wasn’t out of ideas yet. She snatched up the teacup, brandishing it like a weapon, and put the table between her and Kasius so that he could not attack. She only had a few seconds. She’d have to pick a door soon. But she couldn’t help spending a little longer watching the fury in Kasius’ eyes burn out into desperation, pain, fear.

She held her chin high. No mercy.

“Why did you do this?” Kasius choked; still surprised, it seemed, that a woman he had been willing to gift with perfection would turn on him so.

And Jemma had thousands of answers to that question, but one came quick and burning to her tongue.

“Acacius,” she said. “Who?”

“The man I saved. The one you killed,” she explained. “You owe me a life. That is how it works, right?”

Recognition clicked in for a moment, and then the fury returned. Kasius lunged at her, but fell onto the table; convulsing, frothing at the mouth. Not long now.

“GUARDS!!” he cried again, with as much strength as he could muster, though Jemma could hear even that was rapidly fading. “Guards! … They’re here.”

They.  

The heroes. The stories. The legends. The ultimate threats to this regime.

They.  

Her.

Heart in her throat, teapot still in hand, Jemma retreated, launched herself at the door, and fled through Kasius’ compound with the desperation of a crazed racehorse. She was almost out by the time they finally turned on her, and she struggled, and it felt like she was drowning, but she fought on. She smashed the teapot over somebody’s head, ducked a swipe, overturned a potplant and ran. The roses caught at her tunic and flicked at her face and she ran. She stumbled down the stairs, lost her footing for a moment, felt herself falling and thought it’s all over but it was not. The shouting and jostling all around her was muted but she could hear herself. Her footfalls. Her heartbeat. Her breath.

Something slowed within her, and steadied, and somehow she caught herself and staggered on toward the door. She slammed it shut behind her, only taking half a second to catch her breath before looking for the next one. How far had the battlecry gone? Would she be safe anywhere? Which direction should she go?

She settled for ducking into a crevice for a second, as more guards poured into the passageway from elsewhere. Armed ones; not Kasius’ dainty personal staff.

Jemma stiffened, holding her breath as one of them stalked past her – and was shortly blown back, off his feet and into the ground, hard, by a new arrival. Daisy. She seemed amused by all the panic and the alarms – and if Jemma was not mistaken, mouthed, aw shux, for me? – at the contingent of guards between them. Jemma curled even deeper into the crevice, out of the way while Daisy attacked, and only when the coast was clear did she creep out again. Upon seeing her, Daisy baulked - horrified, sympathetic – and touched Jemma’s arm.

Are you alright?

Jemma touched her ear, symbolising deafness, and Daisy frowned in confusion.

“I’ll explain later,” Jemma said, speaking loudly over the ruckus she could only assume Daisy was hearing. “But our cover is blown. We have to get out of here. Now.”

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“You understand that my love will never fade?” “And there is only room in your heart for-” “For her.”