OOM: Travelling with Jemma.

[runningred]

Jay leans on the bar, dressed in his scruffy black leathers. His bike parked just inside the door, ready to go.

He grins to Jemma as she joins him. "Ready to go, Princess?"

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[protect_and_survey]

That sets off a round of 'no really I haven't the faintest idea what he's done oh well if you insist you're welcome no really' from Jemma while she attempts to at least somewhat gracefully accept thanks for something she had no part of. It's helped that she can usually sidetrack people into talking about said expedition, which requires a whole lot less cover-story-creating on her part.

This is always a good thing.

She tries to keep an eye on Jay throughout the meal - she's gotten the impression that whatever's bugging him is more than just a passing whim. However, she also has a problem of her own. Here, she's just Jemma Simmons - usually when she's in a research-based setting, she's half of the FitzSimmons team. This leads to more than a few awkward moments as the night wears on when she forgets and is jarred by the fact that Fitz isn't right there, already finishing her thought and launching into one of his own. Eventually she retreats out onto one of the balconies, away from the lights and the noise.

[runningred]

Getting people to talk about the trip is easy. Getting them to shut up long enough to eat is a challenge. There's another much smaller sanctuary in Kenya that some of them hope to study at and bring back some animals they're unable to look after there. The safe transport being the most massive cost drain for the trip and the source of serious logistical debates.

Jay is lost in conversation on the other side of the table. Some of the rangers seem to be talking him into coming on run out to help release an injured gorilla back into the park in the morning.

When she drifts out onto the balcony, the albino chimp is waiting for her, watching her with gold eyes. Very intelligent eyes.

[protect_and_survey]

"Well hello there." He's really quite striking, and clearly habituated to people. Long practice of working with primates keeps her out of immediate arm's reach, but she gets close enough to study him. "Aren't you just a lovely fellow? I'm afraid I haven't any treats for you."

[runningred]

The chimp cocks his head at her and there's a sense of pressure, like the edge of a thunderstorm.

Jay steps out on to the balcony, putting himself between them. "Don't. Please don't." He's talking directly to the chimpanzee. "She's had a bad run with telepaths, don't make it worse."

The chimpanzee doesn't smile. That would be a warning for him. "Your companion is terribly protective, Dr Simmons. Clearly he thinks very highly of you." His voice is clear and clipped and almost more British than hers.

[protect_and_survey]

Oh.

Well.

This is just... infinitely worse than the bar, isn't it? The small part of her mind that isn't descending into white-knuckled panic wishes he wasn't so polite about it - someone who can invade your personal space like that just shouldn't sound like one of the tutors from boarding school. Beyond the immediate danger of someone being able to reach into your brain and do whatever they like, there's the added factor that she has been set on reverse-engineering quite a lot of the Chitauri weaponry, since they relied surprisingly highly on biological systems. She cannot allow that knowledge to terrorize another world.

Fear would keep her rooted to the spot, but thankfully, someone high enough up the chain realized that would happen in a crisis - muscle memory is more basic than higher brain function, and regular repeated drills get her heading for the door. She doesn't have much of a plan (or any plan), other than the vague one of 'find lab, lock door of lab, hide' but it's still better than the option of nothing.

[runningred]

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."

[protect_and_survey]

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."

[runningred]

"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."

[protect_and_survey]

"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."

[runningred]

"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."

[protect_and_survey]

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."

[runningred]

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

[protect_and_survey]

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."

[runningred]

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."

[protect_and_survey]

"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?

[runningred]

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

[protect_and_survey]

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

[runningred]

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?"

[protect_and_survey]

"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.

[runningred]

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.

[protect_and_survey]

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.

[runningred]

"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."

[protect_and_survey]

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?"

[runningred]

"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.

[protect_and_survey]

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.