runningred | OOM: Travelling with Jemma.

Jay feels her freeze up and turns around to hug her. "Don't worry. It's okay. He won't do it again. Will you?" He asks the chimp with a growl to his voice.

Jay cups her cheek, trying to get her to look up at him. "Jemma, I'd like you to meet Doctor Nzame Simeon, chief scientist of the Sanctuary base." He glances over to Dr Simeon, "And what, third in line for the throne of Gorilla City?"

The chimp clicks his tongue. "I abdicated years ago. And the fact you even know the name Gorilla City is worrying, Mr Todd." He turns back to Jemma. "We are very glad to have you here and we are grateful for your help. You have my word neither I or any of my people will try to read your thoughts. On my honour as a scientist."

She nods, sharply, but her tense posture doesn't relax an iota. Telepathy is fun and cool... in science fiction. It turns out it feels like an entirely different thing when you're faced with how it can be used to hurt those you care about, and the innocent people you're supposed to be helping to protect.

"Doctor Simeon."

"Please call me Nzame, everyone here does." He tries very hard to sound relaxed. "I'd love to talk more but I suspect you've had rather enough of a shock tonight."

He turns to Jay. "You, I'd like to talk sooner."

Jay gives him a nod and wraps an arm around Jemma's shoulder, leading her gently back to their room, closing the door and the doors to the balcony. He sits down heavily on the bed. "I'm so sorry. If I'd known, I wouldn't have brought you here."

"Must they always be so..." She makes a frustrated gesture, talking more with her hands and her pacing than with her words. "So... awful? Reaching inside people's heads just because they can? I can bioengineer a virus to wipe out most of Europe but that doesn't mean I do it."

"They're not all that bad. Simeon's just pissed at me because I know things I shouldn't. He's trying to protect his community, that's all." He sighs and runs his hands thought his hair. "His race have been living hidden and protected from humanity for a long time now. I can see why me knowing who he is would have rattled him." "I can teach you how to shield yourself if you like? Not tonight but maybe when we get back to the bar."

She snorts at the explanation, not much in the mood to give the telepath the benefit of the doubt. He reached into her head without so much as a by-your-leave, and didn't even have the good grace to be apologetic when called on it - smug git even assumed she'd be just fine with it once she was over the 'shock'.

Bastard. There's a thought he can have for free.

Jemma does settle enough to sit on the bed next to him, grabbing one of the pillows to curl around.

"Shielding would be good. With my luck the next one's going to want more than a power trip."

"Do you want to get out of here?" He offers. "We can ride out tonight if you want."

She's tempted by the idea, but she sets her jaw stubbornly and shakes her head.

"And let him have the field just by being an arse? Not likely." She gives him a sidelong look. "I should ask the same in return though - you're the one he wants to 'talk' to."

Jay gives her a gentle nudge. "Don't worry about me, Jem. I"ll deal with it. He wants to know who I am and why I know what I know. I can tell him both without risking anything."

He shrugs, "I'm not a telepathy but the guy who trained me taught me that if someone's in your head, you're in theirs too. I got a sense of his panic when he tried to read me before."

"It just makes me glad there aren't any telepaths in my world." She sighs, but there's new lines of worry around her eyes.

How powerful is this telepath?

Loki-powerful?

How do you ask someone if they're still in control of their own mind in a way that would make any answer believable?

"Jemma?" Jay watches her face with care. "You okay?"

"Oh. Yes. Marvelous." She lies, plastering on a smile. "It's just been a very busy day."

Jay gives her a gentle nudge again. "There's a bathroom across the hall. Go and have a shower and I'll go and have a chat with the good doctor."

"Just yell if you need me, hey?"

"Definitely." She agrees, scooping up her pack as she goes.

Hot water and soap definitely have a settling effect, but she can't seem to escape the same argument running mad circles through her brain, about the extent of the control the telepath had, and about what to do next. She gives up finally, pinning her hair back up ruthlessly and heading back down to the lab. Science, at least, is familiar and comforting.

And this would be why there's a biochemist asleep in the corner of the lab, yep.

Jay comes looking for her after a while and smiles. He gently picks her up, princess carry as if she weights nothing. "Time for bed, darling." He whispers, holding her close and careful as he heads for their room.

Thankfully she stays down for the trip - the multiverse just isn't ready for the level of awkward that is Jemma Simmons finding out she's being carried. She does resurface when the door to their room closes, with a sleepy, disoriented "Whazzit?" of protest.

"You feel asleep in the lab." He goes down to his knees to unlace her shoes, taking them off for her. "It's time for bed."

Jemma frowns at him blearily, trying to reconstruct the series of events, and then very visibly gives it up as a bad job.

"Haven't done that in a while." She yawns, blinking owlishly as she struggles to sit up properly. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." Jay promises softly, tucking her into bed before getting himself ready. "Don't worry about it. It's all sorted."

He slides in next to her, keeping a modest distance unless she wants to get closer.

Despite any hopes to stay awake, someone made sure that the beds, at least, were very comfortable. Jemma's fast asleep almost as soon as her head hits the pillow.

When she wakes up, it's to wonder why in heaven's name Fitz has changed his alarm clock to tropical bird calls. That's just ridiculous.

Jay doesn't need much sleep so he wakes early and is sitting on the balcony playing with a serval kitten. It wandered in during the night and was asleep on Jay's chest when he woke up.

"Fiiiitz, turn the bloody thing off." Jemma whines when the alarm goes on and on and...

...

Wait. Hold that thought.

"Good morning." She manages, after re-orienting to her surroundings.

Jay chuckles, amused that Jemma's use to waking up to Fitz's alarm. "Morning. There's a pot of tea on the table." He's been up for a while, long enough to raid the kitchen.

That's the magic word - tea. She untangles herself from the bedding and shuffles over, absent-mindedly picking hair pins out and twisting her hair into a very sloppy bun. Once she has a cup of the magical beverage, she makes the trek to join Jay on the balcony.

"I see you've found a friend."

Jay has his leather wrist band unwound for the kitten chase it. "I woke up with her playing with my hair. Figured I'd give her something safer to play with." She pounces on his hand, chomping on his fingers. "They really have no fear of people."

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