To the quartermaster

Jemma clung on to her towel as if her life depended on it as she stepped back into the corridor. She tiptoed along, wondering where she was going this time. She still hadn't found a way back down to the floor her lab was on, and she'd changed direction so many times to avoid being seen that she could never find the way she'd come.

Another turn in the corridor, and Jemma flattened herself to the wall as she heard more agents approaching. She tried to shrink into the shadows as a pair of female agents came around the corner, just avoiding being seen by them.

"Did you pick up the new shoulder holster?" one was asking.

"I'm on my way there now." the other replied.

"Do you have time to get to the quartermaster before we go on duty?"

"Sure, we've got five minutes."

The pair moved on, and Jemma smiled. The quartermaster was in charge of supplies for the Helicarrier, she could get something to wear there! Silently, Jemma began to follow the agents.

They passed the locker rooms she had been in, then took a turning Jemma had not tried before. Jemma hung back as the agents entered a long straight corridor, if they turned around there she would have nowhere to hide. At the end of the corridor was another ladder, which they climbed one by one.

As soon as the second agent's feet disappeared from sight, Jemma hurried to the ladder and grabbed it, began pulling herself up.

The weak knot she had tied in her towel began to loosen, Jemma broke out in a nervous sweat. After all she had been through just to get that flimsy covering, she couldn't lose it now! She hurried up another two rungs, willing the towel to stay wrapped around her, hoping that maybe it would be held by her protruding breasts, but as she took one more rung up the whole thing slid from her body and headed to the deck below.

"No!" Jemma cried, releasing one hand from the ladder and managing to just grip the final corner of the towel with her fingertips. She closed her eyes and sighed with relief.

When she opened them, it was to see a trio of agents in the corridor looking at her, and Jemma realised she was once again naked. Her mouth dropped open in shock as she pulled the towel up with her and scrambled the rest of the way up the ladder to the next deck.

On the floor above, she sat on the floor, her firm buttocks cooled by the chilly metal. She was tempted to put her face to the metal, to see if it could cool the burning embarrassment in her cheeks. But she knew there was no time to rest, there was a good chance those agents below would be intrigued by the hot naked girl and follow her up, so she stood and wrapped the towel around her again.

There was only one way the other agents could have gone, so she hurried after them. Jemma rounded a corridor, then ducked back again as the pair she had been following came out of a door, one carrying a new shoulder holster.

Once they had gone, Jemma went through the door they had exited. Inside was a small room, with a desk at the opposite side, behind which was a door to a much larger room piled high with crates and boxes. Behind the desk sat a male agent who gave Jemma an intrigued look.

"Oh, hi." Jemma tried to smile, clinging tightly to her towel, "You must be the quartermaster?"

"Yes, can I help you?"

"Oh, I hope so. I need, well..." Jemma gestured to her body.

"A pair of boots?" the quartermaster smiled.

"That would be nice, but first... One of those jumpsuits?"

"Sure, you got your requisition form?"

"Oh, no... No pockets in this towel, you see."

"I do see. Quite a lot. But I can't give out anything without a signed requisition."

"But... I need clothes!"

"You do, but I can't help you."

"Please!"

"Sorry." he took out a form and slid it across the desk, "Take this to Commander Hill, get a signature and bring it back to me."

Jemma looked distraught, her forehead creased in confusion and disappointment. But all she could do was take the form. With one hand on the form and one hand on the knot of her towel, Jemma found she could not turn the doorhandle to leave the room. Trusting to the knot to hold, she let go of it and pushed the door.

The knot could not be trusted, as the towel slipped down and pooled around her feet, causing her backside to come into view and moon the quartermaster.

Blushing furiously again, Jemma grabbed up her towel and left the room.