hm weird me....hell yes (open)

Adam:

“Of course.” I was relieved.  Not only did he show no anger toward me, but he trusted me with her.  I sat down on the edge of the bed.  I wasn’t exactly injured, but I felt fatigued.  

Adam:

I waited until he was gone to move closer to Jemma.  Her eyes were moving rapidly under her eyelids with her long lavender lashes fanned out and fluttering with the movement.  I studied her face more closely than I had in a long time.  She was beautiful, and exotic, and she looked so vulnerable like this.  I had to resist caressing her face.  I loved her with every cell in my body.  I hadn’t felt like this in so long that it made me feel guilty.  There was so much to be guilty for.

I found an old t-shirt in the room and tore it into one long strip.  Carefully, I rolled her onto her stomach and unfolded her wings.  Next I moved her wings back slowly folding them in properly so the feathers wouldn’t be crimped and the muscles wouldn’t be sore.  I tied the strip of fabric around her to keep them in place even if she sat up.  She twitched lightly while I worked, though her legs and wings remained unmoving.  I sat back down on the bed once I was done and just watched her.

Jemma:

The memories eased up for a moment and my eyes slid open to find just Adam in the room with me.  I had just relived a dozen memories with him and he was the last person I wanted to see.  Maybe the second last. 

“Get out.”  I growled, I had the feeling that I was completely as his mercy, that I had no way to protect myself, but that wouldn’t stop me trying.  “I’m not going to leave you, what if something happens?”  His voice was soft, not unlike it had been in some of my memories.  My mind started to tug me back, I knew the worst was yet to come, it had to. 

“Just go, get out, I don’t want you here.”  I managed to get out before the most painful memories clawed me back into their grasp. 

Adam:

She was gone again.  There was a crease down he forehead, I could only imagine what she was remembering and it was killing me that I couldn’t help her.  But if she came back again, would I be any comfort to her?  She wouldn’t want to see me.  It pained me to do so but I left her in the room alone and went to sit outside the door, listening for any hint of distress.  I rested my elbows in my knees and held my face in my hands.  

Adam:

I moved into the kitchen cautiously.  “While I was in that basement, encased in that crystal, I was aware of what was going on there.  Of everyone there.  You don’t really have control of your powers do you?”  I sat down at the table tiredly, looking up to him.  

Adam:

“If I had any control I could probably help you.  Maybe, if they come back, I can try.”  I told him hoping that it would make up for the stories he must have heard about me.  If he could see that I wasn’t bad now, maybe he could change Jemma’s mind.

Adam:

“Not the only one.”  I added. Michael could have too.  “It probably would have been a suicide mission though.” I sighed.  “I think I could help you put a cap on your powers without harming either of us.  We wouldn’t do it here though, your powers are too damaging in this place.”  

Adam:

“It wasn’t that simple, they never entirely knew what they were doing with me.  No one else can do the things I can do, or go to the places I can go.”  I told him. 

Adam:

“I think you know what I want.”  I said with a sigh, laying my head on the table.  “And I know I’m not going to get it…  Just, I at least want her to be okay, and safe, and happy.”

Adam:

 “Thank you.”  I said quietly, thinking about what he said.   “You’re right, we do have history together.”  I said after a moment.  “History that I’m ashamed of, history that I’m sure she is reliving tonight.  She doesn’t want me here.  She would rather be here alone, helpless as she is, than have me take care of her.  She hates me.”  

Adam:

I took the bowl with a nod of thanks.  I took several welcome spoon fulls before I replied. “I’m different now, than I have been, did you know that?  My powers are corrupting, they turn my mind against me.  You have so much power that you can’t control it…  Well, I had so much power that it controlled me.  I’m a different person under it’s control.  I can think clearly now for the first time in over ten years.  Hope that if they come back, that I can hold onto myself, but that isn’t a guarantee.  You say you will hurt her if you stay, I could too, if I’m left unchecked, and my powers return and take hold of me.  I could kill her, easily.  Her death, at my own hands, has played in my mind many times.  I’ve wanted to kill her.” My words were sickening to me, I was sickened by my own self. 

“You say you could hurt her if you stay, you say you broke her heart, and left her.  Well I have done all of those, more times than I can count.  I’ve hurt her deeply, mind, body, and soul.  I may not have done the worst things that have happened to her, but they are a close second.  I am a true monster, and she has every reason to hate me.  I hate myself for what I have done.” 

Adam:

A smile twitched at my lips even through my misery.  “We are.  But we can’t leave her.  Either of us.  We can’t leave the other alone with her.  So can we agree to stay, and take care of her, and should one of us…  lose control, promise that the other one will do what has to be done?”  As it was, this was the only way to keep her safe.