Work Header

The Elephant on the Plane

Chapter Text


"This will-" Jemma starts.

"Only hurt a little, I know," her anonymous patient finishes.

"I'm Inhuman. Needles aren't exactly rare in my life."

Jemma pauses.

"There are still Inhumans," she states, more a question than a declaration.

The girl nods, and though neither says it outright, it feels like Jemma's the one being comforted now.


Jemma gathers the blood she's drawn and turns to leave, thinking that the girl does seem strangely unperturbed.

"Is...time travelling common as well?" she inquires.

The girl shakes her head, wavy brown hair swinging around her shoulders.

"Level 7 to even know it's possible."