A/N: Here’s some fluff because both doiloveyou-myohmy and I need it today. Lady bonding between Skye and Jemma with some side Ward x Simmons.
Skye watched as Jemma sat motionless on a lab stool, staring into space. The fact that Jemma hadn’t moved in at least 4 minutes was starting to concern her. It wasn’t common for the scientist to be anything but buzzing around the lab. What was even more worrying was that it looked like Jemma had actually been in the middle of a task, as evidenced by the beaker limply hanging in her hand, resting on the bench in front of her.
This could not be good, Skye thought to herself as she finally pushed herself off the door jamb and entered the lab.
“Jemma? Jemma, hello?” Skye waved her hand in front of Jemma’s face.
“Oh, hello Skye. How can I help?” Jemma finally snapped out of her stupor. “I was just finishing up.” She gestured vaguely with the beaker.
Finally getting a close up glimpse of Jemma, Skye got even more worried.
“Jemma, are you feeling okay? You look, well, terrible!” Jemma was pale with circles under her eyes. Skye instinctively put the back of her hand against Jemma’s forehead and felt the clammy skin.
“Of course, Skye. I’m fine. Just a bit tired.” She pushed herself away from the lab bench and tried to move in her usual brisk manner to put the beaker in the cooler. She got about three steps before the beaker almost slipped from her fingers.
“Okaaay, Jems, we’re going to go upstairs to the lounge. When was the last time you ate?” Skye queried as she placed the beaker in the cooler and then started steering a surprisingly willing Jemma towards the stairs.
“I think I had breakfast?” Jemma sounded unsure.
“That was like, nine hours ago! We’re going to go upstairs and eat some soup because you clearly are sick,” Skye exclaimed in a tone brooking no arguments. However, Jemma didn’t protest and just let herself be pulled along. Things were definitely not looking good.
Skye deposited Jemma on the couch and went to the kitchen to fix up whatever soup she could find, and toast some bread. She popped her head around the corner, but Jemma hadn’t even moved, so Skye carried on.
Carefully carrying a bowl of soup and a cup of tea, Skye made her way back into the lounge only to find Jemma wrapped up to her ears in a blanket.
“Where did you get the blanket burrito, Jemma?” she asked, setting the bowl and mug down.
“Hm?” Jemma looked up at her.
“The blanket Jems, where did it come from?” she gestured toward the cocoon.
“Oh, Grant came by,” Jemma replied looking down. Skye tried to hide a grin at Jemma’s very unusual usage of Ward’s first name. Well this was definitely something she could use against her SO if she needed, as she filed the incident away for future use.
“Here, start on this while I go get my blanket, my laptop and Doctor Who, okay?
“Okay,” Jemma said reaching for the bowl. Skye went off to gather the supplies needed, shaking her head and starting to plot future cute encounters between the scientist and the specialist.