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Motherly talk

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whydoyouthinkileft:

“It’s not what you think!” Jemma replied hastily, and then she became horribly aware that for one, she didn’t know what she wanted May to think, and two, she wasn’t sure it wasn’t.  On the other hand, she could have just snapped at May and told her it wasn’t her business, because she never had to respond to anyone about her personal life, not even her actual parents; but then, she wanted to have a relationship of some sort with May, they were friends, May was even a mentor, and she didn’t want to fight. It was so complicated.  She met May’s eyes again, “We are not dating.” But if we were, I’d be the lucky one, she wanted to add, feeling more protective as each passing second. “We are friends, May. And yes, we also sleep together.”

May didn’t know what to say to Jemma.  A part of her knew she should care because Jemma could make her own life choices but there was another part that was disappointed in her.  She really shouldn’t care –– it’s not like she was her mother.

“So you’re in a friends with benefits relationship?” she asked and then pursed her lips tightly together as she looked deeply into her friends eyes.  “Jemma –– I just don’t want to see you get hurt.  Things like this never turn out well.”

What if she started to become romantically attached to Hunter over time and he didn’t feel the same way?  She would hate to see her friend’s heart shatter into a million pieces.

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whydoyouthinkileft:

“Eight days,” Jemma answered; had it been longer she would have probably left already. Their laboratory, with so many toxic - sometimes alien - samples in it wasn’t the safest place for a pregnant woman. “I’m in my fifth week now.” Thinking about it, she must have gotten pregnant the first time she and Hunter had had sex after her torture, when he had been so sweet to her. Bloody hell.  She waited for the inevitable questions, but decided to at least avoid one potential fear May have. “It was consensual.” The sex, at least. There had obviously been no baby planning.

May let out a deep breath and nodded her head gently.  This was a lot to take in.  Honestly, Jemma was the last person May would ever expect to get pregnant.  She could see Daisy getting knocked up or even Elena –– but not Jemma. 

“Five weeks ....” May repeated softly, her head already calculating when that would have been.  She looked up when Jemma said it had been consensual and she scrunched her eyebrows together.  “The sex I’m assuming?” she asked, already knowing that this wasn’t a planned pregnancy.

“He doesn’t know about this either, does he?” 

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whydoyouthinkileft:

Oh my God, she thought. And then: oh my God. “Have we?” she repeated with a little curious smile, as if she hadn’t thought about that before. “I guess you could say that. We have been spending so much time at the base, between my recovery and his… time off work, we had the chance to talk more. A bit like when we were all at the Bus and had more time in our hands, used it to socialize.” She put more tools into the box she’d have to carry out, keeping herself busy so she wouldn’t have to look at May’s face anymore.  Mack had been ready to kill, she couldn’t imagine May’s reaction now.  

Jemma was playing coy about the whole situation and May didn’t like it one bit.  It was one thing for her and Hunter to hang out –– as friends, but them actually together, together –– It did not sit well with her at all.

“You have,” she replied, crossing her arms in front on her body, and pursing her lips.  Jemma wasn’t even looking at her and that was making her even more irritated at the whole situation.  “I wasn’t born yesterday. I can tell when things are going on.”

May picked up a few things on the table and walked over to box near Jemma and dropped them in with a loud clatter to get her to look up.  “–– you and Hunter? He’s really the last person I’d expect you to ....”

She chose her words very carefully ––

“... end up with.”

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@whydoyouthinkileft | continued from x |

All day May wanted to tell Jemma to go to her room and get rest.  The young woman looked pale and worn down, but she knew if she did tell her to get rest, Jemma would just brush it off.  She was like Melinda in that way.  

But when she actually got dizzy and almost fell, May commanded her to get to her room for the rest of the day.  She took her down herself and helped her into her bed and then sat down on the chair.

Before May could even ask what was going on, Jemma blurted out something that would have been her absolute last guess.

She was pregnant.

Melinda’s throat tightened at the news and she swallowed thickly.  “How long have you known?” she asked. 

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whydoyouthinkileft:

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She had been giggling with Hunter - well, Hunter didn’t giggle, but she certainly did when he was being an adorable dork in a successful attempt to cheer her up - when May had walked on them the first time, and she had basically sent him away with an excuse. There were always sparks between them and not the good kind. The second time May walked on them being very friendly was when she had just stolen a kiss in the archive room; he had just gotten a hold of the end of her shirt to keep her from walking out when they had been caught. Jemma had pretended to be about to trip, grabbing his arm for safety, and “My shoes are slippery today… Thank you, Hunter.”  The third was when after a night of break, drinking and chatting with the entire team, she had left first with the excuse of being tired and he had soon followed, Daisy the perfect accomplice who had dragged Lincoln out of the room so it wouldn’t look like Hunter was leaving right after her, and then May had found her, Jemma, about to walk in Hunter’s bunk with Hunter. “He’s lending me a dvd,” had been the excuse then. “Star Wars. We love it. Do you like it?”

So Jemma wasn’t entirely sure that the feeling of May’s eyes burning holes in her skull was just her imagination when, a week later, the woman had accompanied her to another lab so she could get instruments needed at the base.  “Something wrong?” she ended up asking, wishing she hadn’t three seconds after.

May wasn’t blind to things like this.  She knew something was going on between Jemma and Hunter.  They claimed they were just friends but May could see right through their little act.

It’s not that she hated Hunter, it was just that she thought he wasn’t good enough for Jemma. The young biochemist didn’t need him dragging her down to his level.  She was smart and kind and Hunter, well, ... he was Hunter. 

And she didn’t want Jemma to get hurt by him.

Now that the two of them were alone in the lab she intended to find out what exactly was going on between them –– she already pretty much knew the answer but she wanted to find out what Jemma actually saw in him.  Honestly, May couldn’t see any good qualities in him as a romantic partner.  “I see you and Hunter have gotten pretty chummy with each other recently,” May said, looking into the other woman’s eyes.  

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whydoyouthinkileft:

Crap.  “Yeah… it does…” Jemma cringed, “Considering I sort of had to… make you do that. To stop your brain from going completely insane. Your…” she tried to look for a very understandable way to put it, “The part of your brain that is behind fear went in overdrive and it was going to literally scare you to death, so I had to… turn it off.” 

Melinda scrunched her eyebrows together and looked at Jemma with a confused look on her face.  What was she saying?  “... did I .... die?” she asked slowly, trying to process her own question.

But the more Jemma explained the more it had become clear.  “I died ....” she leaned up against the bed frame and crossed her arms and let out a breath. A moment later she looked back up at Jemma.  “but I’m okay now?”

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whydoyouthinkileft:

“Not really, you need to be tested…” Jemma glanced at Radcliffe again, “You went through something very traumatic-for your body as well, so we have to make sure everything is working right.”  She knew May enough to predict that the woman would demand to know what had happened soon enough.  “How are you feeling right now?”

May glared – not at Jemma –– but at Radcliffe.  Of course, she had to go through testing, they weren’t going to just let her walk out of here just like that.  A small displeased groan escaped her lips and she shifted so she was sitting up right a little better.  “I feel like crap.  Like I left my body and then got sucked back into it.  If that makes any sense.”

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whydoyouthinkileft:

“Well… Not really,” Jemma answered sincerely, and Radcliffe nodded before stepping away. “You… you were infected just like Chen and his men… And we brought you back.”  That was one way to put it. Skipping the time in the middle, of course.

May smoothed her palm over her face, feeling the sticky sweat that she had perspired.  She felt like she had been hit by a freight train but at least she was alive.  “.... thank you ...” she mumbled softly, sitting up in her bed.  Something was definitely off though –– there was just an odd air in the room like they were keeping something from her.  “Am I free to go?” she asked.  

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dontaskabouttahiti:

He knew he should count his blessings that she was fine, and knew that he could trust Simmons to make those kinds of decisions – it was Radcliffe he wasn’t so sure about. “Yeah, yeah. Okay, you’re fine. I’m just going to drop that one.” He agreed, his voice still somewhat strained by the topic. 

The next topic wasn’t much better. Especially since he wasn’t entirely sure he beileved that anymore. Mack and Fitz had her in their grasp and while he didn’t blame them for letting her leave when she wanted to, a part of him wished they hadn’t. An admittedly selfish part of him. “I hope you’re right, May. It didn’t sound like she was doing great when I talked to Mack.” 

She was happy Phil wasn’t going to push asking her if she was okay.  He knew better than that anyhow.  That was probably one of the best parts of their friendship –– knowing when to stop pushing each other.  Melinda took a sip of her tea and gave a nod.  “I’m alive, right? That’s all that matters.”

Daisy was a bit of a sore topic for all of the team but May could see where she was coming from even though she didn’t like.  She knew what it was too feel so much pain that you just need to act out on it or keep it bottled up tightly.  May had always chosen the latter.  She walked around the side of the table and put her hand on Coulson’s shoulder.  “We’ll figure something out.  I think belong she’s going to realize she does need our help.  Until then, we gotta keep doing our job.  Speaking of which –– I really wish you were still director.  You sure you don’t want to fight to get your old job back?” she smirked.

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“You wanna know what I saw Phil?”

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cloneofthecavalry:

Melissa had known her presence in the base was weird for May. well,  May and everyone else who knew her, freaking out Piper at some point when she phased through a wall, heading to May’s location

“Like he needs to smoke some weed.” Melissa answered after a moment. “Sure, he’s also charismatic but he lacks an…edge to him which makes him untrustworthy to me.” 

“Smoke some weed?” May repeated, arching her eyebrow.  It wasn’t exactly the phrase she would have chose but then again Melissa only looked like her but didn’t really share the same personality.  Which was good.

“I don’t trust him either.  I want to but it’s hard when I’ve only ever really trusted Coulson as the director.  Even some of Fury’s policies had me questioning him at times.” She took another sip from her bottle and grew silent for a minute as her thoughts traveled back to the old days of SHIELD.

After a moment a tiny chuckle escaped her lips and she looked back up to her clone.  “Have you freaked Piper out yet?”

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bloodspilledtemptation:

Kurt’s head tilted, hardly noticing much on her struggle as she pushed him back. “Fascinating.” He mused, a little sarcastic but intrude at the same time. 

He rolled his eyes a little at her demand beofre he did move suddenly grabbing hold of her shoulder and belt beofre darting to a new spot in town then let go of her moving back a few paces so she’d get used to the surrounding change. New area meant she’d have much harder distance to find anyone she knew, it kept him from being walked on by anyone who knew her. 

He couldn’t be killed by bullets but he didn’t like being shot.

May felt him grab her and take her to a different area of town.  The speed that this guy had was uncanny.  Speed, strength, the eyes, the fact that he looked exactly like Ward –– she had no idea what to make of any of it.

“Okay,” she glared back at him.  “Now that you’ve pulled me away from the rest of my team.  What do you plan on doing with me?” she demanded again.

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