Would love to see some Simmorse fluffy hurt/comfort if you fancy it, maybe Jemma is helping Bobbi with her physical therapy?
AN ~ this is definitely more on the hurt/comfort side than the fluff (oops) but I hope you like it. it does have a happy ending, I promise!
āAre you ready?ā Jemma asked, a clinical but cheerful smile on her face as she looked down at Bobbi, who lay prone on a padded chiropractic bench. Bobbi consciously and labouriously unpeeled her arms from in front of her chest, digging her nails into the sides of the bench instead as she mentally prepared herself.
Jemma let her smile drop a little. She could see the burning humiliation, shame, and frustration behind Bobbiās eyes: even tears started to glisten in them, as Jemma took too long to look away. There was a moment of intense vulnerability, where both acknowledged that they could see what Bobbi had been trying to hide for so long ā
And then it was over, almost, just the whisper of it hanging in the air as they both looked away, stepped back from the cliffās edge, and took shelter behind the wall they could pretend still stood between them.
āHave you been doing your exercises?ā Jemma asked, as she focused her attention on Bobbiās knee. She expected Bobbi to maybe laugh a little, and make some quip about how her girlfriend would never let her forget or shirk responsibility. But Bobbi stayed silent, so she tried again.
āCan you touch your toes yet?ā Jemma asked, lifting Bobbiās knee and folding it in toward her chest. This one, she really didnāt know the answer to. Or how much it mattered, really. But Bobbi seemed unwilling to disclose either way. Then again, Jemma figured, this exercise probably hurt, so maybe she was just trying to keep the pain out of her voice.
She waited until she was easing the pressure on this leg, to ask another question.
āHave you been weight-bearing this week?ā
Again, Bobbi was silent for some time. Jemma took a deep breath, and bit her tongue a little. Sheād always had a temptation to fill awkward silences but it was only poisoning the air now. It was better to let things sit. So sit they did, in silence that trembled and shrieked and hung over their heads like a guillotine, and that only truly fell silent when it came time for Bobbi to sit up and prepare to leave.
Jemma handed her a bottle of water and she hung her head. Jemmaās hand lingered by her knee, and though she knew there was no simple answer so fantastical as kissing it better, she wished for a shorter, less painful solution to Bobbiās pain. And to the pain in her own heart, for what she felt like she was inflicting.
For a long moment they stood like that, until Jemma, with a soft shaking voice, suggested:
āPerhaps I could find you another physician?ā
And Bobbi interrupted at last:
Jemma looked up, into Bobbiās tearful eyes, and felt her breath catch as their imaginary wall disappeared once again. She laid her hands over where Bobbiās were twisting anxiously at the bottle, and felt them still.
āEverything?ā she guessed. āScared of pain. Scared of walking. Scared Iām gonna get up out of this stupid chair and fall flat on my face. Scared of⦠losing my job.ā
Jemma frowned. āBobbiā¦ā
āā¦Iām scared ā ā Bobbi choked ā āI guess Iām scared Iāll never get back to how I was. I mean, God, Jemma, I used to be able to do backflips across a room. I could kick a SEALās ass in stilettos. Now I can barely even point my toes.ā
āWell, youāve only been walking for a few weeks,ā Jemma pointed out, then thought back over it and rephrased. āWhat I mean is ā recovery takes time. Be patient with yourself.ā
Bobbi snorted. āHello Pot, this is Kettle.ā
Jemma had to smile at that. They did make quite the pair. Nevertheless, she could not let Bobbi wallow ā even if it was with a humourous edge ā so as she went to fetch Bobbiās crutches, her mind dredged ideas. Perhaps a proper massage in the comfort of their own bedroom, so that their physical intimacy was not relegated to the med bay only. Perhaps a movie night with Fitz, who might understand some of the frustrations Bobbi was experiencing. Perhaps ā
āMultiple stable state.ā
The words slipped out of her mouth before she realised why she had said them, but once she heard them, it started to make sense.
āWhat?ā Bobbi prompted.
āIn biology ā actually, in social science and psychology too; itās in everything really ā thereās this idea. Multiple stable state equilibrium. It means that with any given environment, thereās likely to be several different conditions that it might tend toward, rather than what we previously thought, which was that there was a right way and a wrong way to, well, be an ecosystem. The theory goes that, say, if thereās particularly high rainfall one year, or the introduction of a new species, an ecosystem might adapt to absorb that and develop a ānew normal.ā It wouldnāt entirely become a new ecosystem, just a different version of the one before. A new stable state. That could be what you have to do. Itās what Fitz did. Ah, I canāt believe I didnāt think of this earlier!ā
āWait, are you saying everything happens for a reason?ā Bobbi screwed up her nose.
āNo!ā Jemma assured her. āIām just saying⦠Iām saying, sometimes we get shunted from our path in life ā we get lost, or the path disappears, or what have you - and the path we find our way back to might not be the same one we left, but that doesnāt mean we stop going anywhere. Does that make sense?ā
Bobbi looked down at her knee, and flexed it, and winced. It didnāt seem like she was going anywhere any time soon. But Jemma wasnāt quite ready to give up.
āLook at you,ā she pointed out. āWhen you were a biochemist, you were happy with that right? And then something happened, and you diverted into Ops. Quite a different life, but a good one, right? And then Shield fell, and Hydra happened, and this whole mess, and weāve still come out floating. Iām just saying that our lives arenāt always what we expect, thatās all. You are a smart and capable woman, knee or no knee, and I know you can bring good to the world no matter what. Iām sorry I canāt do anything to help you walk faster ā and donāt look at me for backflip training, whatever you do ā but Iām going to be here for you. No matter what your future holds. Okay?ā
This time when Jemma saw that Bobbi was crying, she did not hide away. Instead, she leaned up on her toes and kissed her briefly: a promise. When she came away, there were still tears on Bobbiās face ā but there was a smile, too.