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After Bakshi had been shot, Jemma had found herself lost. Literally lost, she had ended up in another helicopter during the commotion and was back in a Hydra base but had no idea of what to do, nor of who she was. Nobody seemed to have noticed, accepting she was part of the staff. It had taken her some time to stop blindly following her routine and start questioning what else she could do, where she came from, who was really meant to give her orders besides her supervisor. So she had ran off, the first small initiative, and had gone looking for Whitehall. That was when Morse had found her, and she was told ‘they had been looking for her’ for a while.
And now she was in another secret base, getting her brain checked, and Morse excused herself just as another person, a stranger - or maybe not, came in and blatantly stared at her. Morse had used the word ‘brainwashed’, and she knew that was more or less all they knew, for now, about the process. Jemma didn’t feel brainwashed, she just wanted her orders so she could comply. “Do I know you?”
Skye had been trying her best to keep her distance, Coulson’s orders. If it hadn’t been for her being preoccupied with Ward kidnapping her to try to get her to release the information HYDRA wanted, she would have been able to keep HYDRA from grabbing Jemma. She should have shot Ward then instead of playing along and allowing it to go as long as it did. Part of her had hoped that she would have been able to get him to choose SHIELD instead of HYDRA, but in the end, it didn’t matter. He was a lost cause, and because of him, HYDRA took Jemma from them, from her. She was the closest thing to a sister she had ever had, and it felt as if it was gone.
And dealing with, especially hiding, these stupid earthquake powers. Fitz had been wonderful in that regard. When he discovered what was going on, and her powers, he made her a pair of fingerless gloves that were designed to discreetly keep her from making things shake… at least when she didn’t want them to. As far as she knew, nobody else knew about her powers, and she was very grateful. Jemma was the priority here. There were still a lot of fine-tuning to do with them, and Jemma would speed up a lot of that… if she had been up to it. Unfortunately, they had no idea how much of Jemma was actually left of her friend.
And, as patient as she was trying to be, she was ultimately terrible with that trait, and she needed her friend back. So, when she saw that Bobbi was about done with her work, Skye took her chances and went in. Her words threw her off guard for a moment.
“Uh… yeah. We didn’t know each other for very long before you… before you were taken… but I’d like to think we got to know each other pretty well.” She took one or two steps closer, careful not to get too close incase she didn’t want her there. “I’m Skye.”
Jemma eyed her suspiciously before straightening up. She turned to look for Bobbi and lifted her hands in surrender, to show that she was not about to attack Skye. Why should should she? There was no point. Bobbi understood and returned to her task. “I’m guessing you already know I don’t remember any of this,” she pointed out since the other woman had taken her question in stride, “Morse told me I was loyal to SHIELD and brainwashed by Hydra... Of course Hydra told me that it was SHIELD that had been using me and hurting me before, so...” So it was hard to tell the truth, but it was even harder to accept that she didn’t actually had a choice. She was alone and lost and without purpose, nowhere to turn, and these people were offering something.
“Do you have... anything that can prove to me that we actually talked before? A picture, something...” she asked quietly; she might not have a choice, but for all she knew Skye had been holding her in a cell or experimenting on her before.