"So the biter got bit, eh?" Grant reached down with a seemingly bus-sized hand and picked Jemma up, more gently than she thought he would. He cupped her in his palm as she cowered, making herself seem even smaller than she was. He lowered his voice to a whisper so he wouldn't hurt her ears. "What did you just try to do to me?"
"I...I....I tried to kill you with a splinter bomb and it backfired somehow." Jemma sobbed. I shot it at you and it blew up instead. And..and now I'm, uh...
"Mini-Simmons," Grant offered. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you or hurt you. I never wanted that in the first place. The pod was supposed to float, whether you want to believe it or not. I'm disappointed Jemma. And I'm sad that you would resort to something like this."
"What are you going to do with me now?" Jemma wondered aloud. Her fear was slowly giving way to fascination, the scientific side of her marveling at how huge everything around her was, especially Grant.
"I should have some fun and play with you for a bit. But I have to be better than that. Better than you. Still," he took a condom out of his back pocket and grinned down at her, "Never know when you're going to need one of these." Jemma looked up in horror as Grant carefully lowered the squirming and protesting scientist into the latex cup before tying it up. He then poked a hole in it. "Don't want you suffocating."
Grant walked out to where SHIELD and Kara and Bakshi were, the SHIELD agents raising their weapons as he entered the room. "Okay, I think our truce is at an end. Jemma just tried to kill me and I really have no interest in undergoing T.A.H.I.T.I. Kara, Bakshi, we are out of here."
"Where's Jemma? What did you do to her?" cried Fitz.
"I didn't do anything to Simmons. Karma decided to bite her in the butt," Grant cheerfully proclaimed. "She had a little, and I mean little problem with a splinter bomb. He took the condom encased Jemma out of his pocket and held it up for them to see. "Let us leave freely and she's all yours."
Fitz and the others looked to Coulson. He nodded. "Deal."
Bakshi, Kara, and Grant walked to the exit. Grant waited until the others were clear, then turned arouns and tossed Simmoms to Fitz. "Hey Leo," he gently told the young engineer, "I never hurt her. It didn't even cross my mind. And I'm sorry for everything."
Jemma quieted as she was gently put down on a table. She stayed still as the knot was untied and shielded her eyes against the bright light. She looked up as the light died down and saw that she was standing on the center of a table, with the figures of Fitz, Coulson, May, Skye, Lincoln, and Hunter towering over her and looking down in disbelief and horror.
Jemma smiled weakly and waved."Hey guys, how's it going?"
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