Jemma needs to do an exam.

Another Day:

“Skye. I promise you. I am going to do everything in my power to cure you.”

She liked hearing this, especially the certainty in Jemma's voice. Coulson had told her much the same thing but with less medical/super-science jargon. And with him being the sometimes overly passionate concerned-father type, it hadn't had quite the same effect. Especially when the lab techs were saying optimistic things with their mouths but saying just the opposite with their looks to each other and general body language when they thought she wasn't looking. Jemma was a genius/ prodigy bio-sciences super star, if she couldn't do it, then... no one could.

Skye smiled at her friend, “Thanks, that’s the kind of can-do spirit we've been needing around here.” She even swung her fist in a little peppy gesture with an enthusiasm she didn't feel.

“Indeed. So first up is a thorough physical examination which I realize probably the last thing you feel like right now especially given that you've already been through too but-”

Skye held up her hand, “No, I get it. You're the science queen. Plus, you know, I'm over the bashfulness at this point. And its just us girls here, right? Ha ha ha...” she fake laughed, “I kill me...”

Simmons made a sympathetic face as Skye started to pull her shirt off, “Sorry. I know this is a bit… awkward but I really do need a firsthand examination of the- changes.”

Skye shook it off, “Don’t worry about it. Just us girls, right? Well, here are my boobs-my great big hilariously oversized boobs.”

Levity was good so Simmons smiled, giving them a glance before she looked away and brushed a lock of her hair back with a somewhat guilty expression, “They’re not that big.”

Skye shot her a look that said come on, “Simmons. Really? I’ve got volleyballs on my chest. Literally. Vollyballs.”

“Not literally.” Simmons softly corrected as she stepped up to the side of the bed and schooled her expression into one of medical professionalism, “Alright. I’m going to perform a breast exam and ask you some questions?”

Skye nodded, “Sure. You’re going to be all doctory now?”

“I think it best. Tell me if anything hurts or feels out of the ordinary. What was your bra size?”

Skye was a moment in responding as her lips parted and a somewhat distracted look was in her eyes as both of Simmons hands started to touch her right breast, softly pressing inward, “Was being the key word here. 32-B.”

Jemma’s eyes lit up, “Hey! Me too.”

Skye looked bemused, “Kind of failing the whole doctor vibe thing there, hun.”

Simmons winced, “Sorry. I’ll do better. Were there any other changes to your breasts besides the size difference?”

“My nipples. They were uh- the puffy kind? Does that make sense? Now they’re all ridiculous sticking out radio dial ones- ahh!” Skye gasped as Simmons’ fingers made contact with her nipple.

“Sorry. Sensitive?” she asked as she withdrew her touch.

“Very. “ declared Skye definitively before exclaiming, “Wow. Tingles…”

Jemma felt her cheeks color at that but resolutely pressed on, moving to the left breast. There was a somewhat awkward silence for a minute or so before Skye felt compelled to break it, “So… what do think? Triple D, E, F? What?”

“I have no idea. I kind of lose my frame of reference much past D honestly. I suppose we’ll need to determine that so we can procure you some bras.”

Skye sighed, looking dismayed for only a moment before she asked, “Setting aside the other thing, why the hell do you think these aliens created a process that does this to people? Crazy big boob jobs? I mean- it can’t be random, right?”

“Honestly, at this point I can’t speculate. But I’m going to find out. I promise- um.”

Skye’s brows drew together with concern, “What? You’re frowning. What is it?”

Jemma continued to gently cup Skye’s breast from below, its large size easily overflowing the shelf of her palms. She bounced it gently, sending the great buoyant mass jiggling wildly and causing Skye’s eyelids to flutter as she shifted uncomfortably. Simmons ignored Skye for a moment as she repeated the process with her left breast. Finally, she pulled back her hands and told Skye, “Well, I’m not sure yet but I do believe there is milk in them.”

There was a beat. Then Skye freaked out, “What?! I’m- wait-no. That’s impossible. I’m not pregnant! Or wait- I’m not pregnant, right?! Please tell me I didn’t just get impregnated by aliens!”

Simmons held out her hands reassuringly, “You didn’t get impregnated by aliens, Skye. The transformation process has made unprecedented changes to your biology. There is no reason to jump to conclusions. In fact that might not even be milk. All I can tell is that there is a large amount of liquid within your breasts and even that could be false if the insides of your mammaries are composed of a completely different organic material than I’m used to encountering!”

Skye stared at Simmons with an open expression of horror before she visibly controlled herself, “You know you just made it a hundred times worse, right?”

Simmons winced and apologized, before continuing, “Perhaps we should move on? I’ll need to order some mammograms and run some other tests before I can really draw any conclusions.”

Skye took a deep breath and let it out, “Great. So now you want to see the elephant in the room, huh?”

“Pardon?” asked Simmons before her brain caught up, “Oh! Ah. Yes. If you don’t mind? If this is too much all at once, I can come back later. I know this has been traumatic for you and I can’t begin to understand how it must feel. I-“ she was suddenly at a loss as Trip’s **** invaded her consciousness for the first time in the past fifteen minutes, closely accompanied by the guilt that she’d stopped thinking about him for that span of time.

Skye reached out to grasp Simmons’ hand, “It’s okay. Its-”

But it wasn’t okay and then she was crying and Simmons was crying. They were both crying. And they were hugging, totally oblivious to the fact that Skye’s awkwardly sized naked breasts were between them.