Jemma had been awake for the past four hours and she was about to forfeit in her horrible plastic chair.
"Jems...'s at you?" Skye asked groggily.
"Yeah, it's me. How're you feeling?" she asked gently.
"I'm tired, but you're the one who looks exhausted. Come on and climb in." Skye said.
"You're still..."
"Get in, Jems." she repeated, and Jemma didn't have the energy or the will to argue.
Carefully she nestled into Skye. "Much better."
"Are we going to be okay?" Skye asked.
"Of course. I love you and you love me and I've discovered that I don't need nearly as much as I thought I did to survive."
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Skimmons: Survival
FanfictionSkye's tragic past and rather terrifying future come to life in front of the team. Her relationship with girlfriend, Jemma, hangs in the balance.
