On the bridge

Commander Maria Hill looked at her computer screen, puzzled. Agent O'Neill had raised an intruder alert and reported a naked girl in her quarters. Since then they had been getting sporadic reports of a similar naked girl all over the ship. She had decided it was probably not a serious attack, since very few hostile forces would attempt an invasion with neither weapons, armour or even clothes, but she had dispatched a handful of security teams to try and locate and identify the girl. There had been an unsurprisingly high number of volunteers for that particular job.

"Commander? Commander Hill?" a nervous voice came from behind her. Maria turned to see that new scientist they had picked up... Simpson? Samson? Simmons! Simmons was standing at the door of the bridge, her hair looked like it had been washed but not brushed, she was breathing heavily as if she had been rushing around, and she was dressed in nothing but a white towel.

"Dr Simmons?" Hill smiled, "I had recieved reports of a nude girl running around on my ship, looks like we've found the source."

"Yes, that would be me." Simmons said. Hill was wondering why the girl was still by the door and calling out, rather than coming closer. She already had the full attention of the bridge crew, she could not get any more eyes on her if she walked nearer. As Simmons fidgeted nervously on the spot, Hill saw the reason- a corner of the scientist's towel was wedged in the door. "So, good news," Simmns continued, "I managed to make a compound that can dissolve things a person is wearing. And it, sort of, happened to me."

"That would certainly explain it. Did you think to get dressed before coming to tell me?"

"That's the thing, I sort of, can't."

"Can't?"

"I can't get any clothes." Simmons held out a requisition form, "Unless you sign this for me."

"Of course, no problem." Hill replied, a smile playing across her lips, "Just bring it to me."

"Okay, oh... Oh!" Simmons tugged at her towel, which did not move, but she did. She stepped backwards out of the item, round buttocks jiggling comically, before she turned around, one arm across her breasts, and the hand holding the requisition form over her crotch.

Hill resisted laughter as the naked woman stepped across the bridge, dozens of eyes on her, and brought her the form. When they were face to face, Simmons paused, thinking. Then, quick as she could, she moved her arm from her breasts to hold that hand over her crotch, judging it the most important thing to hide, so she could hold out the form.

Hill glanced over the top of the form at the girl's firm rose-pink nipples, then took the paper and very carefully, deliberately and slowly signed her name.

"There you go." she said, handing it back to her.

"Oh, thank you, thank you so much!" Simmons blurted, starting to back away.

"Dr Simmons?"

"Yes?"

"When we're on the bridge, you have to salute me."

"I... I do?" Simmons looked shocked, wondering what to do with her hands. Hill let her worry for a few seconds.

"No, it's okay. Grab a suit and get back to work."

"Yes, Commander. Thank you."

Jemma backed out of the room, back into the corridor, then rested against the wall, letting her breath out. But only for a moment, before she set off in the direction of the quartermaster.

She had made it part of the way, when an explosion caused the entire Helicarrier to rock.