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Jemma had realized, once she'd started trying to convert a section of the bar's infirmary to a workable lab, that it'd be so much easier to do so in the kitchenette in the rooms she rents here - after all, she and Fitz had done so once before during their university years.
...
And at Academy.
...
Who is she kidding - she got a new microscope for their current quarters last week. Anyway. It isn't really that hard, and there's so few other distractions here, she actually has a chance to get to work. Step one: figure out how Elrond's blood sample varied from a normal half-elf. Of which, she knows of... five. None of which come here, that she knows of. All of which were fictional to her a few months ago.
Well.
This is going to be a bit challenging.
Still, she can at least get started - she did promise she'd try, and you try enough things the answer generally sorts itself out. And then maybe she can put on a nice frock and go grab a snack - those patrons downstairs looked delicious.
...
She stops hard, blinking at nothing. That thought was... weird. Very weird. Very... like someone else.
Swear words her mother would have been shocked to hear her utter fill her head in that brief, shocked moment. Hell of a way to find out she was right - it's contagious. And elves and humans are more closely related than Elrond let on.
He could be tasty too - bit of variety never did anyone any harm.
Well that's not good. She goes through the next series of motions without thinking about them, just in case - in case there's only so many Jemma Simmons thoughts in her head left, and after that only the rather scary ones of this other person. She's only glad she has an interior room at the moment. One minute to put on a tourniquet, and draw a blood sample of her own. Another to put on a plaster and store the new sample alongside the other, and lock the case down. A third to slap a SHIELD-created (or, rather, Fitz-created) lock on the room's door and scramble the code. Sure, she could unlock it.
But the other person? The one who's thoughts are replacing her own?
Chew on that for a while, you interfering little twit.
...
And at Academy.
...
Who is she kidding - she got a new microscope for their current quarters last week. Anyway. It isn't really that hard, and there's so few other distractions here, she actually has a chance to get to work. Step one: figure out how Elrond's blood sample varied from a normal half-elf. Of which, she knows of... five. None of which come here, that she knows of. All of which were fictional to her a few months ago.
Well.
This is going to be a bit challenging.
Still, she can at least get started - she did promise she'd try, and you try enough things the answer generally sorts itself out. And then maybe she can put on a nice frock and go grab a snack - those patrons downstairs looked delicious.
...
She stops hard, blinking at nothing. That thought was... weird. Very weird. Very... like someone else.
Swear words her mother would have been shocked to hear her utter fill her head in that brief, shocked moment. Hell of a way to find out she was right - it's contagious. And elves and humans are more closely related than Elrond let on.
He could be tasty too - bit of variety never did anyone any harm.
Well that's not good. She goes through the next series of motions without thinking about them, just in case - in case there's only so many Jemma Simmons thoughts in her head left, and after that only the rather scary ones of this other person. She's only glad she has an interior room at the moment. One minute to put on a tourniquet, and draw a blood sample of her own. Another to put on a plaster and store the new sample alongside the other, and lock the case down. A third to slap a SHIELD-created (or, rather, Fitz-created) lock on the room's door and scramble the code. Sure, she could unlock it.
But the other person? The one who's thoughts are replacing her own?
Chew on that for a while, you interfering little twit.
