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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[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.

[runningred]

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.

[protect_and_survey]

"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.

[runningred]

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.

[protect_and_survey]

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."

[runningred]

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."

[protect_and_survey]

"Somewhere in the world there is a pop culture millionaire dying of jealousy of you." She grins - how many stories of exotics pets make the popular news?

Don't ask how many exotic critters escaped into New York City during Loki's attack. It was a tiny bit of a nightmare.

"So where to today?"

[runningred]

"I think places like this exist to safe pretty little sweeties like this one don't end up as neglected pets of millionaires." Jay answers absently, trying to get his fingers back from the kitten.

"Chill and his guys asked me to help release one of their gorillas back into the valley. Wanna come help?" He gets up to talk to her, laughing as the kitten chases him, trying to latch onto his jeans. "I talked to Dr Simeon last night. He's promised to stay away till we leave. There's others of his people here but none of them are telepaths. That's a royal family trait. I also convinced him I could tell you anything you wanted to know if you wanted to know it."

[protect_and_survey]

She squints at him, actually pausing to reconsider before responding.

This could go rather badly, actually.

"How do you know? That you're not him, doing what he says?"

[runningred]

"Because he never got into my head. He can't. There are probably telepaths strong enough but he's not even close." He sits down, eye to eye with her. "Part of my training was with a very, very powerful telepath named J'onn. He taught me how to shield myself and how to sense and counter telepathic attack."

Jay taps his temple. "What's in here is mine and just mine. But if you're worried, we can leave. Right now if you like."

[protect_and_survey]

The follow-up question of 'well then how do you know you're not being controlled by that other telepath' goes unasked - she managed to ask the question once, she's a little too worried about rocking the boat to ask again.

"Fitz really would hate me forever if I skipped seeing a monkey."

[runningred]

Ask, Jemma. Jay will tell you anything you want to know.

He smiles and offers her an hand. "Come on then. Lets grab some breakfast before they head out."

Breakfast is a massively informal affair with everyone fending for themselves in the big common room/kitchen. The science team nab her as soon as she walks through the door, nattering happily about the gorilla they're releasing and the treatments it needed for injuries. They're so excited to be able to release him back into the wild.

There are also a few new faces at breakfast - two orangutans and a young gorilla are chatting away with everyone, very much part of the staff of the centre.