Till We Meet Again

Ch.6

Jemma sighed and went back to her house. By the time she arrived there, she immediately went to her room. She took out her knife and walked towards her bed.

She's still sleeping... That's good. She brought up her knife and aimed it at her chest. She was about to stab her, suddenly her arm started to shake. Why can't I do it?! She's just a person just like any other of my victims. Why can't I kill her? She tried swallowing a huge lump in her throat but she couldn't. She took a deep breath and slowly lowered it to her chest. She saw blood slowly seeping out from her skin, she smiled evilly, she didn't expect the tip to be so sharp but she why would she care?

She looked at her sleeping face and her expression softened.

She realized what she was doing and put away her knife. She shook her awake with her free hand. Robin's eyes opened and yawned,"Good morning," "Morning, you had a nice sleep?" Robin nodded and yawned again.

Once Jemma helped her going towards the kitchen, she used her knife to chop some vegetables but first she washed her knife to make sure there wasn't a slight scent of her blood nor the sight of it.

"Jemma?" She didn't bother to turn around, "Yeah?" "Did you notice that I was bleeding when you woke me up?"

Jemma's fingers suddenly stopped functioning and turned around to see her touching her chest where it bled.

"No... I didn't notice." She said as she took a paper towel and gave it to her. Robin slowly wiped away the blood but it was still bleeding.

Sh*t... did I do it too deep? How in the world wasn't she able to feel the touch?!

Robin giggled a bit, "I guess being a deep sleeper is bad." Jemma frowned but smiled a bit.

Why is the guilt getting worse?! Why do I care about her?! This feeling is getting out of hand. Jemma scolded to herself.

"Um... Jem? You're feeling ok?" She snapped out from her thoughts and raised an eyebrow.

"You're nicknaming me huh?" Robin realized and looked down. "Sorry," "No,no. It's ok. I guess you can name me Jem from now on."

Robin exhaled, " Thank God, I thought you'd go berserk just because I nicknamed you."

"What the f*ck?! I don't freak out over such thing. I only let my friends nickname me though." She said as put down a plate of pancakes.

Robin raised her eyebrows,"Hm? I'm your friend?" Jemma nodded and smiled, "Sure you can say that." Robin was taken aback from her smile. Why is she attractive all of a sudden? WAIT WHY AM I THINKING THAT WAY?! Robin was freaking out over the thought which made Jemma laugh.

Robin looked up and raised an eyebrow, Jemma wiped a tear from her eye,"Jesus... I'm still wondering how you're part of the CIA." Robin looked away and sighed,"I may not look as strong in combat but I'm best with weapons." Jemma tried to hold a laugh, Robin pouted,"What it's true!" Jemma couldn't hold it in and she laughed. Robin twitched and took out her fork. Jemma was laughing her ass off until she felt something whizzed past her face. She opened her eyes to see the fork pinned on the wall. She looked at her with slight terror in her eyes.

"You believe me now?" Robin said in frustration.

"Ok, ok! Don't need to be all frustrated." Jemma said as she raised her hands up. Robin smirked proudly and went to the bathroom to get first-aid. Jemma took a deep breath and removed the fork from the wall.