[She found she was weeping again, without meaning to. It was a dangerous thing, and she did it so easily anymore. She looked down, embarrassed, and swiped at her cheeks.]
[She lets him hold on, since clearly holding on to herself is a chore.
She's going mental. That's uncomfortable. She misses being able too disappear into the code, and reappear when she feels like herself again. At least that would spare Fitz all of this.]
[Without anymore argument -- though she is also letting a comment about installing an extension cord simmer in the back of her mind -- she does just that, letting the slow, mechanical rhythm of his body lull her to sleep.
It's not particularly restful, she's still worried about how she's supposed to help Will get back if she doesn't even know how they found her. It must have been a deep search of some kind, that would look closer than an ordinary scan.
She runs everything she can think of, everything she has access to -- and Fitz won't even look, he has the administer controls and won't even try!
Her eyes open again, she doesn't know how long later, but it doesn't matter. She's still in med bay but it's just the template. Users are in there, one right by her and one in the far corner, doing something. She'll worry about them later. She combs through all the code, mindful of anything that might not fit -- his anomaly, the one she shared and the ship's computer found vexing.
[Jemma's pretty sure that the user is talking to her, but she doesn't pay any attention to him. Users are just selfish jerks who want to feel like the hero, or apparently watch non-playables die horrible, painful deaths. And in the end, it doesn't matter what they say, as long as she gives the correct answer for the scenario. This time, there is nothing required of her. And she's tired of users anyway. She has to find Will before he's erased.]
[Her avatar is shifted and moved, and the team of users barks at one another with increasingly tight voices. Ultimately, the one with Fitz's voice loses his patience and starts to bark instead.]
Well then get me someone who does understand it! Arrange to have a specialist transferred to our ship for duty.
What are you bloody staring at me for? Do what I told you to do.
[The users are loud today. There are too many of them, and they are all distracting her. She wishes she knew how to shut them off, or override them, but she wasn't sure she could, or what would happen if she did. Best to let things run as normally as possible.]
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[He's trying to say you've just been through some stuff and maybe you need a vacation.]
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[He didn't have to.]
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Malfunction. We'll look into that later, once you're set back up in the lab.
[Because obviously, Jemma will want to throw herself into her work. That'll get her back on her feet in no time at all.]
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[He may not have been referring to her, she realizes, just a second too late.]
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[He pauses.]
...No, but my range of expression.... Are you all right, Jemma?
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I'm sorry I yelled.
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[He settles back with her, cuddling as tightly as he dares to.]
You don't have to verbalize any of it if you're uncomfortable.
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She's going mental. That's uncomfortable. She misses being able too disappear into the code, and reappear when she feels like herself again. At least that would spare Fitz all of this.]
He was real, Fitz.
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I'm sure he was. [To her.]
Do you need to rest a bit more? Maybe you just need to sleep off some of the extra disorientation.
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You should make sure you get charged, Fitz.
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[And right now is absolutely not the time. Right now is Cuddling with Jemma time.]
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[Why would he consider himself? What is this logic?]
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[But she's already falling asleep again. She wonders if she's being drugged, to help her recover, but hasn't noticed anything else out of place.]
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[If she's talking about work, then she must be feeling better. Everything's going to pick up from here. He's sure of it.]
Just rest now, okay?
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It's not particularly restful, she's still worried about how she's supposed to help Will get back if she doesn't even know how they found her. It must have been a deep search of some kind, that would look closer than an ordinary scan.
She runs everything she can think of, everything she has access to -- and Fitz won't even look, he has the administer controls and won't even try!
Her eyes open again, she doesn't know how long later, but it doesn't matter. She's still in med bay but it's just the template. Users are in there, one right by her and one in the far corner, doing something. She'll worry about them later. She combs through all the code, mindful of anything that might not fit -- his anomaly, the one she shared and the ship's computer found vexing.
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In time, the one closest to her moves, adjusting her avatar.]
Jemma? This shouldn't be happening with your eyes open. Jemma, answer me.
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Well then get me someone who does understand it! Arrange to have a specialist transferred to our ship for duty.
What are you bloody staring at me for? Do what I told you to do.
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I'm going to find you, Will.
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Oh, Jemma.
[He clutches her hand tightly, enough that the skin shows strain from it and the medical team tries to swat him away.]
Jemma, whatever you think you're seeing isn't there. It's -- aftershocks, perhaps...
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[Users didn't usually get abusive within the scenario -- though, Jemma had found that it really did take all sorts.
Her concentration broken, the scenario breaks apart. Her scan errors out, and she's faced with the nothingness of a blue screen.]
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[He releases her hand, though he's left it horribly bruised. He hopes he hasn't caused any contusions...]
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