Jemma Simmons is a terrible liar (needanewplan) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-04-02 09:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, cosima niehaus, jemma simmons |
Who: Cosima and Jemma
What: Ramifications from Jemma’s latest dreams
When: 2 April 2016
Where: Jemma’s flat
Warnings: References to torture.
Status: Log | Complete
The second they had realised that Hydra dated back further than conventional wisdom had said, and that they’d been after the Monolith for centuries? Well. That had changed things. Then Ward had killed Rosalind and… As was the nature of the dreams, things started to move exceptionally quickly and there was little time to keep up. It was all action and needing to get things done.
And Jemma had needed to make a very painful decision, but it was also the right one. If Hydra wanted whatever was on Maveth, then they couldn’t try to bring Will back. It was too much risk. Too many people could suffer and for what? Will wouldn’t want that, and it was far too selfish to put so many at risk. But they needed to see what Hydra knew and stop them.
Of course it had been a trap. And of course Ward was behind it. She was never going to break, especially for him and she remained defiant even as he left the telekinetic in the room with her, where she’d been bound to a chair. Oh he’d never hurt her. Of course not. He’d just have someone else do it because Grant Ward was never the one to blame, that was always someone else. That he liked to think he had something to do with how she’d grown harder and more ‘feral’ with the ‘Furiosa’ vibe. And oh did it hurt. Always where bruises wouldn’t show for the most part.
Apparently he wasn’t happy with the results though, and then… it was hard to know but that comment that he would never hurt her? Just another lie. And Fitz, stupid, loveable Fitz, went and balked. She’d been tortured and hurt to make Fitz cave. I’m doing it for you. Promising not to bring It back but that he was going to go through the portal for her. She was too emotional and scared to think about it. Besides once they went through, it was back to being bound to a chair.
Idiots. The lot of them. But she got out and everything was in chaos and… a desperate move in a desperate situation in an attempt to survive. She should have known, but she had wanted to believe Doctor Garnier had control over Lash, that…. just more deaths to add to the long list of those she had failed. And then…. Will was dead. They’d been too late and it was just….
Waking up in tears, Jemma rolled over to the side and winced. Her wrists were bruised severely from where she’d been bound, she could feel the gash on her face…. no matter. Pushing herself up, the biochemist was relying on adrenaline to get around the flat, to shower and make tea. At some point though she couldn’t anymore. All energy gave way and she slid against the wall, wincing, but unable to get up or move, the pain taking over and leaving her vulnerable. At least she was alone right now, no one to see her like this. Now she just.. had to hope it would wear off and she’d be able to get up at some point.
School was getting stressful, that whole push towards the end of the semester was coming. However, Cosima had devised a plan so she wouldn’t be going crazy. Getting early starts on projects she knew were coming would help take the load off later. She’d budgeted time for doing school work, got time in the lab each week so she ensured she still had some downtime so she could do things like spend time with Jemma, Sarah, and Felix on a regular basis. Fun things that allowed her to keep her sanity when school tried to take it from her.
Cosima’s dreams were more an afterthought than anything. They’d stopped several months ago, and while it hadn’t seemed to have been an ending, it had stopped on a note that didn’t leave her with a sense of anxiety over when they would start again. But Jemma, Jemma still had dreams. And ever since Ward had shown up here, Cosima was keeping an eye on him and Jemma. Ward for obvious reasons of what he’d done in the dreams Jemma had. Jemma for not only potentially trying to kill Ward, but for effects his presence would have on her.
After all, Cosima would be very not okay with Rachel showing up, and she knew Jemma wasn’t okay with Ward being around. So she would do whatever she could to help her girlfriend deal with it. Or, perhaps more to the point, she needed to ensure Jemma didn’t try anything drastic. At least not until Ward showed signs of actually becoming his dream self, or gave enough just cause to do so.
After taking care of some things earlier, she gave Jemma a call to see if she was feeling up to going to that rave. However when there was no answer, Cosima did get concerned, and decided to head over to Jemma’s just to ensure something like the Monolith, or worse, hadn’t happened. So Cosima got there, letting herself in.
“Jemma? Are you here?” She asked as she carefully stepped inside in the event she startled Jemma.
This was just embarrassing. And that was something she could handle more than fear, or anxiety. How long had it been? And why oh why had she left her mobile on the table? Oh right. She hadn’t anticipated needing it for anything as she’d only been planning to make herself some tea. Well, that certainly hadn’t worked out in her favour and so she’d continued to wait for her ability to move to get back to her. Or someone to show up.
“I’m over here.” She hated being this weak, this vulnerable. Her voice came from lower to the ground and the hallway so while she knew Cosima were there (obviously as she had a key and had called out to her), she wasn’t visible to her girlfriend just yet.
“I can’t move.” Of all the absurd things to happen…. no. Jemma knew why she couldn’t move. She just…. it hurt. A lot. The torture and pain was overriding her senses now that she wasn’t in any danger and she was stuck.
The response from Jemma was good. Okay she was alive and wasn’t eaten by some giant, creepy monolith thing. So it was finding out what had happened. Cosima dropped her purse and keys as she came in, not paying attention to where they fell because Jemma was more important.
“Oh shit, what happened?!” Cosima exclaimed once she was able to see Jemma and she rushed over to her, kneeling down beside her. She didn’t try to pick her up yet, fully knowing that could do more harm than good until she knew what exactly was wrong. Cosima didn’t ask if she was okay, she didn’t need to. It was obvious she wasn’t. “How long have you been like this?” Obviously too long, though even a few minutes was too long in Cosima’s book.
“Ward.” Wait. Ward was here so that answer would have to be amended. “In the dreams. He had someone torture me. Then tortured me himself. It seems the adrenaline I was running off of has worn off….” She was remaining rather matter of fact about the whole thing. Then again, it was Jemma, that tended to be how she dealt with things. Especially since she really didn’t want to think about all the other deaths she now had on her hands thanks to her desperation to stay alive. The fact Will was dead. No. She would just focus on the facts and why she couldn’t get up.
Then there was the question on how long she’d been on the ground.
“I don’t know. A few hours?” Definitely not good.
And then Cosima was starting to hate Ward even more. And that was something because Cosima really didn’t hate people. There were a few she disliked, but it was rare that she actually hated someone. “Holy shit, that asshole deserves worse than that being done to him.” And it was even rarer that Cosima wished harm upon people. But for one, anyone who could torture someone deserved to suffer the same fate themselves. And for another, Cosima was defensive of her girlfriend. She cared about her, and she hated to see her hurting.
“That’s definitely not good. Should I call Martha? And can I safely move you without causing more damage?” She didn’t know if Jemma had a back injury or some internal damage that would be made worse by moving Jemma. Cosima was prepared to pick Jemma up and carry her somewhere, whether it was to the couch or the bed or to the car to go to Martha, she would do it. Cosima may not be the tallest person or the strongest, but Jemma wasn’t that big either. She could manage it without too much trouble.
“He’s apparently dead now in the dreams. I don’t know the specifics though…” It had been emotional and given Will’s death, she hadn’t really paid attention to anything else she’d been told. But she seemed to remember Fitz mentioning that. It was a hollow victory though. He couldn’t hurt anyone else, but at what cost? Of course, if someone showed up who wanted to hurt Cosima, Jemma would be ready to fight them even if Sarah or Felix would try to beat her to it.
“Maybe…” And then the question on if it was safe to move her. “I honestly don’t know… it was all very chaotic and living off adrenaline.” Which meant that she didn’t know the full extent of her injuries. Absently she rubbed her wrists where the binds had been, still red and chaffed from them. Note to self, talk to Natasha about learning how to get out of restraints in a more efficient way.
Once she was able to move.
“Good. The bastard deserves it.” That was definitely good that Ward was dead in Jemma’s dreams now. Of course it was far too late to have saved anyone, including Jemma, who had suffered at the man’s hands, but it at least meant no one else now had to suffer because of him. As angry as she was that Ward had tortured Jemma, Cosima needed to keep her focus solely on Jemma right now.
“Can I look?” She wasn’t going to poke or prod Jemma, more trying to determine if there were spinal injuries or any signs of internal bleeding. So more of the lifting Jemma’s shirt type of looking for injuries. “You were walking around earlier, right?” That meant she wasn’t paralyzed at least. Though she would make that call to Martha if she found injuries that she herself couldn’t take care of with first aid care. Cosima may know her biology, but she wasn’t a medical doctor.
“Yes. He does.” Jemma didn’t care who killed him, or how. All that mattered to her was that he was dead. Or it would once she had time to process through everything that had happened. One step at a time, though.
“Of course.” Closing her eyes, Jemma just rested her head against the wall. She was so exhausted. It felt like the dreams were done… again, at least for a bit but it had been emotional. Add in the torture and well… exhausted. “I was.” There was that at least, she wasn’t paralysed. Just tortured and pain over riding her ability to really move now.
Cosima was no doctor, but she could at least give a preliminary look to determine if she could move Jemma. The fact that she had been walking around earlier was a good indication she wasn’t paralyzed. She also felt Jemma would probably be in a lot more pain and a very different position if she had a spinal injury of that severity. So once she finished checking for any injuries, such as broken bones, that might be made worse by moving Jemma, she looked at her.
“I’ll get you to the couch, or would you prefer the bed? I can call Martha and see if she can come give you a more thorough exam.” While Cosima was mostly remaining calm, there was clear worry and concern in her eyes and the way she took hold of one of Jemma’s hands. “Do you think you can stand with my help? Otherwise I can probably manage to carry you to the couch if need be.” This was probably one of the advantages that they both had, they both were on the smaller side of things, so it was actually possible that Cosima could carry Jemma to the couch.
“Couch then.” Honestly it was closer and would probably be easier for Martha if she did end up having to come over to check on her. This was getting to be very tiring. One crisis after another, and here she was hoping (naively) that things would have settled once she was released from the monolith. But of course not. Not when Hydra was after it. Wanting to bring It back. She could only hope that they had failed. They hadn’t shown up at any rate when they’d been at the castle.
“I should be able to stand with your help.” Being similar in size really did have it’s advantages sometimes.
“Couch it is,” Cosima said with a nod. She then shifted so she could slip an arm around Jemma’s back and Jemma’s arm around her shoulders. As much as Cosima might currently have wanted to be a few inches taller with more strength capacity, she well knew it was more about leverage. And given the similar size between the two of them, it wasn’t going to be too much of a hassle. She got herself positioned where she could stand up and help Jemma up without falling over.
“On three,” she said, then counted and proceeded to begin to stand on the given count, ensuring she kept a tight hold of Jemma to steady her.
Between both being scientists, it wasn’t too hard for them to know how to use leverage and the like in order to make this doable. For which Jemma was thankful, as staying on the floor for hours on end was really not how she wanted to spend the rest of the day. It was exhausting and made her feel even more weak and pathetic than she already had been feeling following the dreams. She’d basically been given hours upon hours to stew upon everything that had happened in the dreams, to brood and feel the guilt crushing down on her.
So on the count of three, it was finally getting up, even though Jemma still felt weak. But she was up and would be able to at least get to the couch. Small steps, incremental progress. And then having to be checked out. So thrilling. God, she was tired of these dreams.
Baby steps were a definite thing once Jemma was up. Cosima was careful to not move too fast lest Jemma pass out in the process or something. So instead, she moved slowly and carefully, letting Jemma adjust and move as much as she could. Clearly they would not be making the rave tonight, but Cosima was definitely more worried about Jemma right now than going to some party.
Finally reaching the couch, she helped Jemma to sit down on it. “Okay, there we go. Is that better?” She asked, pushing her glasses back up her nose a bit.
No, there was definitely no way Jemma was going to be up for going to a rave that night. While they weren’t normally her thing to begin with, it had seemed interesting and well, they all did need the break. But it would appear as though her dreams had other plans for her. Clearly it was going to be a watching documentaries on the couch type evening. Once she was looked over and it was made certain that nothing was permanently wrong.
Once on the couch, Jemma let herself lean against the back of. She’d rather be able to move without pain, but well… that wasn’t the case. “Yeah, it is. Thank you.” At least it wasn’t the floor anymore.
It was certainly a night for documentaries and relaxing on the couch. Because obviously now Cosima wasn’t going to leave Jemma alone right now. So with Jemma on the couch, she nodded.
“You’re welcome. I’ll go call Martha.” She went and retrieved her purse, then got her phone out of it and made the call, telling Martha the jist of what had happened and that she was needed. After the call, she then texted Felix to let him know there was a change of plans and she and Jemma wouldn’t be making it. She then went and sat down beside Jemma to wait for Martha to get there.