Alright, let's get straight to the point:

This story is a "what if" scenario, of what would happen if FitzSimmons didn't work for Coulson and instead decided to accept a rather special job offer. This is just the prologue and the next chapters will do the explaining on where and why they found themselves in the described positions.

I'm sorry for any mistakes, English is not my mother tongue.

Antarctica

Have you ever had a moment where the whole world seemed to stop? Where you knew that the inevitable was about to happen and there was nothing you could do about it. You just stood there, unable to change anything and slowly watched your world breaking apart into pieces.

Pieces that you could stick together, but in the end, it wouldn't be the same. Just like the vase you crushed when you were a child. You tried to fix it, but after your failed attempt, the glue was clearly visible. The vase wasn't whole either. A few tiny little pieces were missing. They turned into sand as it shattered on the ground. You filled the holes with glue and it worked. It kept things together. But your mom noticed. And if you were honest, everyone would have, because that's how it is with broken things.

You can try your hardest to turn things around again, just like they have always been. But in the end, the glue will come through and you will notice that fixing broken things is not worth it. It is easier to sweep the pile of shards than to glue it. You can throw them away, and buy a new one.

Though you would always remember that one vase. The new one would not come up to your expectations because you would not be able to forget the shattered one. And the thing is, that before the vase fell on the ground, you couldn't care less about it. But now that it's gone, you suddenly do. You never cherished it the way you should have and now it is too late. It will always be too late.

There are some rare times though where the world only reminds us to appreciate those things that have always been there, although we might not have known how important they really were for us. And when the vase hits the floor and luck is on our side, it will be unharmed. And then we could finally see the beauty that we never seemed to recognize before. And every time we pass by, we would think back to the moment where we almost lost it. Then, we would think about how much it really means to us and how lucky we were to be able to keep it.

But unfortunately that was not the case here. There was no luck and there was no cruel reminder. There was pain and loss and grief and so, so many broken fragments scattered on the floor, impossible to stick together, impossible to repair.

There he was, lying in front of her, unmoving and pale, fighting the fight of his life. Alone and hurt had he spent the last minutes of his consciousness. Without her.

And as she sat there, begging the gods she never really believed in to give him back to her, she cherished him for all the things he had done for her. The things that she appreciated now that everything was too late. And as the medical devices started going crazy, a doctor pushed her aside to get through to him.

The vase was falling and about to hit the ground. Time stopped and she looked at him.

Him who she shall never tell how much she cherished him. How she appreciated him. How much she loved him.

She felt herself crumble, her legs started shaking and she sank to the ground. No, he can't. He just can't leave her alone. They were a team, they were partners. They were supposed to be together, always. And yet here she was, feeling the loneliness soak through her skin, as the doctor tried his best to bring him back to life. Back to her.

So that's how he felt in his last minutes, she thought as tears made her way down her cheeks.

Then the doctor took a step back, stopping cardiopulmonary resuscitation and the vase shattered into pieces.

That's how you'll feel every day from now on.

I know, I know. Couldn't be more angsty. But there is fluff to come, this was just the prologue as I've mentioned above! This story is going to explain how it came to this situation and will continue from this point on. It is constructed like this: prologue – fluff- angst – fluff and I don't want to spoil anything, but as a Fitz-Simmons shipper I can't just leave those two lovebirds alone, can I? These were my hints, now I am interested in what you thought about the prologue and I would be honored if you left a review for me.

The next chapter will be up tomorrow and is already finished.

Thank you for reading!