[ She could've been okay with that job. She had no friggin' clue what a biochemist normally did. But once she hears "dissecting," she tenses up. Suddenly, every cut feels like it's going to the bone, burning deep into her core.
Jessica's eyes clamp shut, but it doesn't stop the memories from coming to the fore of her mind. The Doctor loved dissection. And vivisection. And trying to make her into sections.
Suddenly, she snaps back into reality when the sharpest pains have ceased. It's then she realizes her hand's clutching the other knife tightly and her fangs have snapped out. Her mind must've blanked like it had all those other times, a coping skill she'd fallen into with each passing day in that lab.
The danger's gone. Or is it? Who knew if Jemma hadn't once been Fitz's sweet-talking assistant? She doesn't move, listening carefully, her body poised to attack if necessary. ]
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Jessica's eyes clamp shut, but it doesn't stop the memories from coming to the fore of her mind. The Doctor loved dissection. And vivisection. And trying to make her into sections.
Suddenly, she snaps back into reality when the sharpest pains have ceased. It's then she realizes her hand's clutching the other knife tightly and her fangs have snapped out. Her mind must've blanked like it had all those other times, a coping skill she'd fallen into with each passing day in that lab.
The danger's gone. Or is it? Who knew if Jemma hadn't once been Fitz's sweet-talking assistant? She doesn't move, listening carefully, her body poised to attack if necessary. ]
You sure you're done?