[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.]
[She's so close... And yet they've taken a step backward into where they were.
Jemma was right about stopping to charge. It's annoying to try focusing around the aggressive low battery icon flashing at the edges of his vision. Oh, well. It certainly won't be happening now.]
[Others take hold of her injured hand, assessing and wrapping it
properly.
Fitz stays by her side, parking himself despite all good sense.
He'll have shut down by the time she comes back to herself, draped in the
inelegant wiring that always so embarrasses him. Stupid life support.]
[It takes awhile. She's so busy running scans she doesn't take any note of anything except what she's doing -- and how empty she's coming up.]
Will...
[She might say his name now and then, looking in the computer she thinks she's in, and finally frustrated in her attempts, stops. Her eyes close again and a tear leaks out of the corner of her eye and down the side of her nose.
Waking is a dreadful business. It's worse than crawling out of the dense fog she had been in before coming back to reality, and for a moment she doesn't know which is which.
But... This version had Fitz. She could feel safe here, with him. He probably wasn't the virus. After all, the virus had never shown her anything, just tricked her into doing it all herself. But Fitz was there.]
Fitz?
[Her throat is dry and scratchy, like she'd screamed for a long while and blown the voice. She clears her throat, but it doesn't feel much better.]
[The bay is dark by then. The staff left the two of them alone in
their mutual inactivity, deliberately keeping the senior engineer offline,
reasoning that he might see a full charge for once if he didn't have a say
in the matter.
When Jemma wakes, Fitz is still there, but he's cold and motionless.
His eyes are open, but unfocused and lifeless. He is as the empty avatar
skin had been, just a shell waiting to be filled. Jemma could surely boot
him if she has the presence of mind to do so, but she's otherwise alone,
free to wander about as she pleases.]
[She stares at him for a moment. It looks like the avatar, but it isn't. It isn't. She's reasonably sure. He wouldn't be charging himself if he were the avatar, who wouldn't need it. At least he was finally doing it. She wondered how far along he was, but decided to let him sleep for the moment. He charged faster offline.
The next thing was to have a drink. The tray table was nearby, but not close enough that she could reach it from the bed. Unsteadily, she pushed the covers off her and scooted to the edge of the bed to do so, pulling it to her. The pitcher is only half full, so pouring it into the glass was rather risk free. Which is good, since it was quite exhausting as it was.
She gulps most of it down and looks at Fitz again. Did she do good, to rebuild him? She'd been too stubborn to let him die, could she do it again?
Should she?]
He was the only one I had there, Fitz. And I thought I was never coming back...
[That didn't matter now, because she was back. And what was she going to do about it?]
All I wanted was to come back to you, because I --
[She lowers her voice, as though if she says it too loudly there's a danger of him hearing her.]
-- I wanted our chance. To try, whatever we want. Whatever we can.
I love you so much I can hardly say how much. Why doesn't that make sense?
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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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When he lets her go it's nothing but relief, and she ignores it, drawing her arms close to her chest, still unseeing to her surroundings.]
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[She's so close... And yet they've taken a step backward into where they were.
Jemma was right about stopping to charge. It's annoying to try focusing around the aggressive low battery icon flashing at the edges of his vision. Oh, well. It certainly won't be happening now.]
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This turns out to be physicalized by her turning onto her side, away from him, arms still drawn in close and body stiff.]
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[Others take hold of her injured hand, assessing and wrapping it properly.
Fitz stays by her side, parking himself despite all good sense. He'll have shut down by the time she comes back to herself, draped in the inelegant wiring that always so embarrasses him. Stupid life support.]
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Will...
[She might say his name now and then, looking in the computer she thinks she's in, and finally frustrated in her attempts, stops. Her eyes close again and a tear leaks out of the corner of her eye and down the side of her nose.
Waking is a dreadful business. It's worse than crawling out of the dense fog she had been in before coming back to reality, and for a moment she doesn't know which is which.
But... This version had Fitz. She could feel safe here, with him. He probably wasn't the virus. After all, the virus had never shown her anything, just tricked her into doing it all herself. But Fitz was there.]
Fitz?
[Her throat is dry and scratchy, like she'd screamed for a long while and blown the voice. She clears her throat, but it doesn't feel much better.]
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[The bay is dark by then. The staff left the two of them alone in their mutual inactivity, deliberately keeping the senior engineer offline, reasoning that he might see a full charge for once if he didn't have a say in the matter.
When Jemma wakes, Fitz is still there, but he's cold and motionless. His eyes are open, but unfocused and lifeless. He is as the empty avatar skin had been, just a shell waiting to be filled. Jemma could surely boot him if she has the presence of mind to do so, but she's otherwise alone, free to wander about as she pleases.]
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The next thing was to have a drink. The tray table was nearby, but not close enough that she could reach it from the bed. Unsteadily, she pushed the covers off her and scooted to the edge of the bed to do so, pulling it to her. The pitcher is only half full, so pouring it into the glass was rather risk free. Which is good, since it was quite exhausting as it was.
She gulps most of it down and looks at Fitz again. Did she do good, to rebuild him? She'd been too stubborn to let him die, could she do it again?
Should she?]
He was the only one I had there, Fitz. And I thought I was never coming back...
[That didn't matter now, because she was back. And what was she going to do about it?]
All I wanted was to come back to you, because I --
[She lowers her voice, as though if she says it too loudly there's a danger of him hearing her.]
-- I wanted our chance. To try, whatever we want. Whatever we can.
I love you so much I can hardly say how much. Why doesn't that make sense?