A/N: No matter how much anyone tells me, no matter how much people say this show sucks, I will never believe them. Whedon is amazing and I absolutely love this show and the characters and I am a especially hard shipper of FitzXSimmons. They're just perfect for eachother, and some may think this is OOC but all my Beta's agreed that the only reason you may think that is because we haven't seen Fitz and Simmons so scared and emotional, except in F.Z.Z.T and The Hub (which are my favorite episodes) but this is an even deeper emotional side of them. So thanks for clicking on this story and please review!

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Chapter 1: Comforting Nightmares


She waited. Anxiously waited. Every muscle in her body had become stiff and her heartbeat was pounding in her ears.
"It should've been me... I should've gone... why didn't they select me? They didn't have to put him in so much danger... I could've completed the mission just as good as he could've... he could be in serious pain, he could be hurt... or worse..." her eyes began to swell with water at the thought of anything happening to Fitz.
No she wouldn't admit it, not to anyone, and she could hardly admit it to herself.
But she cared for Fitz; a lot.
He was her best friend, her right hand man, he was her... everything.
She began biting her lip as the anxiety in her chest grew...
And then he called.
FINALLY Coulson had called.
They were going now.
He summoned her to the ship, and she made forceful strides as soon as he had asked her to come along.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she boarded the aircraft...
They were leaving...
They were going to save him...


She stood their impatiently, waiting and waiting for him to appear through the opening.
She looked at Coulson standing in front of her, he was calm, he knew they had survived.
But he didn't get it.
He didn't understand what Simmons was going through.
And he didn't know Fitz like she did, that was their name, Fitz-Simmons, they were together, always together.
They would always be in their lab working side by side, close together; they just weren't that close, yet...
But they didn't know what this mission had meant for Jemma, she was lost without her other piece.
And then he came. Her heart leapt and fluttered as he walking in, but she kept these emotions of joy inside and simply smiled. But his eyes... there was something in his eyes... he looked so lost... so angry... so... dead...
He dropped his bag and stood next to Ward and Coulson said a few words to them both. Then he walked to her, oh how she had wished to just hug him and embrace him, just overjoyed that he was okay and by her side again.
But she didn't.
She just... smiled.

"Well done Fitz..." she complimented after much thought.

"Yep, good to see you too," and there he was, his tone so... dead.


Fitz slowly got into bed, his movements rigid from the few bruises trying to heal and the aches from the fights. To divert his mind, he began recalling the memory and feelings of last week...
Fitz was relaxed now as Jemma sat next to him, he hugged a pillow and they continued with some small talk about some old Academy memory or a new scientific discovery; both clearly avoiding the subject of the recent events.
He couldn't help but still be slightly overwhelmed after all that had happened in a few hours, he was still a bit shaken up. Jemma was about to die, she COULD'VE DIED. The thought just shook him to the core.
But being next to her soothed him, he did rather enjoy her company.
No doubt she was brilliant, and hilarious, but there was something else about her that always seemed to... draw him towards her.
"...and it wasn't Ward by my side, it wasn't Ward who saved me... it was you. You're the hero... thank you..."
And then she did it.
He tried and tried not to react but his cheeks flushed a bright red and he felt an enormous weight lifted off his shoulders from that one kiss.
He simply stared at her as she left, not the slightest idea how to react.
He knew he shouldn't have thought this- he was her teammate and her coworker- but he wanted to kiss her back; badly.
She was always there for him, always there when he needed her.
And he had recalled that horrendous virus that had attacked her.
Her red, swollen eyes and that sadness that covered her face, oh how it stung him to see her so teary and dreading.
And he couldn't even comfort her, not just because they were separated by glass, but because she didn't even have faith in herself.
But he had faith in both her AND himself. He wasn't going to let her die, not under any cost. He'd do all he could to make sure she'd survive that, he'd try and risk anything to save her, he'd risk his life.
So he corrected himself, not only was she there for him, he would always be there for her as well.

He snapped back into reality and as he lay down in his bed, no matter how hard he tried, he still desperately wanted another kiss from Jemma.


Simmons shot up, shaking, trembling, her eyes flowing nonstop hot streams. Her vision was constantly disturbed by far too vivid images, she could not tell whether they were of her drea-NIGHTNARE or of reality. Her hands fidgeted with the blanket and she stumbled out of her bed and tried to stand up. Her legs felt weak under the pressure of her body as her mind raced with hundreds of thoughts. She stole a glance to the digital clock on her right; 3:47AM it read. She thought for a moment and then said aloud 'I don't bloody care what time it is,' she sniffled, 'I need to know. I need answers now...'
She silently opened the door and unevenly placed one foot after another as she wiped the tears with the backs of her wrists.
She skimmed one hand across the doors to her left as the blackness around and the nightmare, left her slightly uncertain about her surroundings.
She counted the handles she felt, one, two, three... then there was his door.
She closed her eyes and inhaled heavily, tears still trickling down the sides of her cheeks.
She yanked the door open and stepped inside, and to her relief, Fitz had been perfectly fine; sleeping perfectly still.
But no, she had to ask, now.
She closed the door behind her and shook him vigorously, softly crying and pleading him to wake up.
He opened his eyes slowly and then, realizing it was Jemma, he opened them wide.

"Is-Is everything alright!?" He asked and sat up, seeing her tear drenched face in the darkness.

"Fitz," she muttered, "wh-when you were out there yesterday... with Ward... were... were you hurt? Badly?" She sniffled on her knees next to him.

"No... Not really, I'd tell you if I was..." he sat up straighter and made her room to sit upon his cot.

"You're sure right!?" She gripped his shoulders, "there's not an injury you're hiding just to look brave or something!?" She touched the center of his chest.
She never acted like this, this reaction was definitely real, she wasn't playing around, she was genuinely worried about something, he could hear it in her tone, and he could see it in her eyes.

"Look I promise you I am perfectly fine..."

"I don't believe you..." she nodded no and continued to whimper.
She then grabbed the collar of his dark shirt he had worn earlier and began unbuttoning it rapidly until his shirt had been completely opened up.
He looked from her, down to his chest, and back to her again.

"See?" He gestured down his chest, "I'm perfectly okay," he smiled, but it quickly disappeared, "Why? Why are you so worried?"

"Oh... oh Fitz..." she grabbed his neck and hugged him tight.

He returned the hug and wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry into his shoulder for a few brief moments before he pulled away, "What happened?" He asked her slowly.

She sniffled and composed herself before responding, "I... I had a nightmare..." she stopped and gasped for air.

"Go on..." he patted her back.

"...where... you and Ward had gone out, and... And..." she trailed off, "and then, while you were there in South Ossetia, you were... wounded... and stabbed and stabbed... and then shot... several times..." her voice cracked.
Fitz' expression changed drastically. "But that's not the worst part... Ward didn't help you, he couldn't help you... we came in our plane but it was too late, we couldn't see your body and we couldn't save you and I was mad and alone and confused and I-"

"Hey hey..." he placed his hands on her shoulders, "it's okay. I'm here; I'm alive, and unharmed! It was just a nightmare!"

"But Leo I FELT it. I felt every bit of it and thought it was real; I had to take you shirt off to be convinced it wasn't... I was so scared... I wanted to kill everybody there for hurting you. And we couldn't find you from above ground, we couldn't go in and I couldn't help you or save you...but I did. I ran straight out of the plane into the field and ran to find you; I would risk my life for you. But when I did find you, you... you were... dead..." the last word barely came out, "and I held you in my arms and I cried and cried until, someone... until someone shot me too..."

Now Fitz was horrified.
He went in and hugged her this time, "Please stop crying, I don't like seeing you cry..." he heaved "and you know Ward would never let that happen to me, I wouldn't let that happen to me! I'm stronger than that," he paused, "but I'd never want you to come and try to find me, I would never want you to risk your life like that Jemma, you're too valuable..." he stroked her back and spoke into her hair, "And don't be so worried, I will always be there for you Jemma because-"

"I love you." She whispered.

He pulled away and looked at her, a mix of shock and affection in his eyes. He blushed again and finally, after several deep breaths said,
"I love you too," and then he thought it was time for that second kiss he so desperately wanted, but this time it was a real one.
He thrust himself forward, forcefully placing his lip on to hers, and she did not resist.
They kissed for what felt like hours as they licked eachothers lips and she ran her hands up and down his smooth back.
He just he'd her tight and close, not even willing to let her go for a second. He savored every moment of this kiss, oh how long he'd wanted to be cross their friendship borders and have her in his arms. Their sensual intimacy grew as neither of them let go of one another. Every now and then one of them would try to pull away but the other wouldn't allow them to do so. Finally Jemma pushed away, shaking her head. Fitz pressed his forehead against hers as they breathed heavily, "no, no... Fitz we're teammates, coworkers..." she inhaled and exhaled, "this is wrong. Fitz, sure we've been through a lot but what if someone says... what if someone sees-"

"I don't bloody care who knows or who sees. It's because we've been through a lot I have all rights to say I love you..." he kissed her again, even more passionately.

Long minutes passed by as they hugged and kissed one another.

But no, she pulled away again.

"I need to go now..." she wiped her lips with the back of her hand and stood up.

"Go? Go where?" He turned to her, still sitting on the bed.

"I'm just going to head back to my cot alright? Goodnight Fitz..." she sighed and reached the handle on the door, shuddering as she remembered the reason she had come here.

"Well what's wrong with my bed?" Fitz asked abruptly before she could leave.

"Fitz!" Jemma spun around and grabbed her sides protectively as a gesture he did not pick up.

"You were scared so I thought you might wanna stay here with me in case you get anymore...nightmares, I'd be here for you..." he rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes innocent and sparkling, not at all realizing the sexuality he implied from his last comment.

"But, but Fitz!" She stuttered, questioning her kiss, "we've only just kissed! How could you possibly think of...?" Jemma simply couldn't find words, "I for one am not at all-"

Fitz' eyes widened in epiphany, "Oh my God Jemma I'm so sorry I didn't mean that!" He wanted to slap himself for being so vague and ruining his first romantic moment with Jemma, or anyone...
"I swear, I don't mean you have to take anything off I was just wondering if you-"

Jemma shuddered again as she felt the bullets through her back, how magically the pain had gone away when next to him.
"Yes. Alright." She turned to him.
He pulled off the sheet and she slipped in, those terrible images disappearing.


Skye raced down the hallway, cursing after every step, "I'm going to be late! I'm going to be late..."
Today was training day, Ward would teach her some fighting, sometimes May would come in and take over too, but everyone had their own training today and their own job; everybody was busy today.
The usual loud clatter of a drill or chemicals or technology beeping hadn't been heard as she walked by the lab and she noticed it was empty.
That was odd; they were always on top of things...
No matter, she stepped near the punching bag to find Ward not there either.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes! I'm running a bit behind schedule, Wait there..." her S.O. called from above, then turned around back down a hallway.
She tapped her foot impatiently, so much for being late, 'guess who's late now?'
She rolled her eyes at her trainer and folded her arms.
But the quietness of the whole ship just began to feel eerie.
Ward wouldn't know if she slipped out for a bit...
She was determined to see what Fitz and Simmons were up to.
She began walking back down when she ran into Agent Coulson,
"Hey A.C..." she said awkwardly, "you happen to see Fitz-Simmons anywhere 'round?"

"No, their training started 20 minutes ago; I have no idea where they are. But Skye," he added, "if you do find out, I'll be with May near the screen, we'll be discussing the last mission so if you find them, tell me." He walked past her.

She nodded and kept walking towards the center of the ship, if Coulson hadn't seen them yet, that would mean they hadn't have even woken up, they always check in with Coulson first thing in the morning!
She strode to the part of the ship where their beds were and saw Jemma's door open a crack, was she awake?
She peeked in and she was not there; maybe Leo would know where she was, if he was awake.
She opened his door and her jaw fell to the floor.
She smiled wildly and blinked a few times just to make sure what she was seeing was real.
No way, Fitz... and Simmons... they finally... no way!
She knew it! She knew they would end up together! But wow in a single night!?
Skye couldn't stop grinning, this was adorable, she whipped out her phone and snapped a picture of shirtless Fitz gripping Simmons in their sleep.
She put her phone away and placed a hand on her mouth as she laughed to herself, they were perfect for eachother, she could tell from the first day.
But still, asleep at 9:34AM was late, for them at least.
She gave a knock on the inside of the door and half of her body was in the room.
Fitz raised his arms and stretched, then wiped his eyes.
Jemma moaned in her sleep and pressed his chest down with her palm, as if wanting to sleep some more.
Fitz saw a blurred figure by the door and light shining through the door from behind it; he blocked the light with a hand.
His eyes shot open as his vision cleared and his surroundings were understood but still not clear enough to make out the person at the door.
"Uhhh..." he stuttered at Skye as she smirked and leaned on the wall by the door.
He looked at Jemma, snuggled up next to his body, then he looked at the silhouette, and back to Jemma.
"Good morning Fitz," she chuckled, "how'd you SLEEP?" she smirked again.
"Ahhh," he stared awkwardly at Simmons now, realizing what -whichever crew member was seeing them- must've been thinking seeing them in bed together.
He opened his mouth to protest at her sly smiled but she spoke first, "No no I get it..." she raised her hands in the air and turned around, "you guys are masters in chemistry, totally cool, and you wanted to TEST some stuff out..." she laughed uncontrollably as Fitz gaped, not knowing what to say, "just letting you know, you're late for training, be there soon..." she left down the hallway, her lips not deforming the smile on her face.

Fitz jumped out of bed, flinging the sheet off and startling Jemma in the process.

"...Fitz..." she rolled over and moaned, half awake.

"Simmons! Jemma!" He shook her shoulders, "wake up! We're late!" He hovered over her.

"Wha...?" She propped herself up on her elbows as the stream of light from the door shone in her eyes.
She squinted to see Fitz and smiled at him, his hair was messy and his eyes shone a beautiful blue.
She didn't even notice that her curly hair was messy as well and some of the buttons on her shirt were opened -from tossing and turning obviously...-

"No Jemma come on!" He grabbed her arms, "we're late for training! Its 9:40! Jemma please!"

She took in a sharp breath as she sat up and opened her eyes wide, looking left and right, Fitz propped up in front of his mirror.

"Ohh... hi Fitz..." she said shyly as he looked into his mirror and combed his hair.

She got to her feet and stretched her arms, then stood in front of him.
She barely touched the long cut across his abdomen, and when she did, he winced and hissed, she mouthed sorry.
She lightly skimmed her hands across his ribs and smooth skin, then linked her hands at his spine, "Good morning Leo Fitz..." she whispered into his warm chest.
His hands were still in the air near his hair, but he brought them down and embraced her lovingly, "Good morning Jemma Simmons," he spoke softly into her hair.


"...and you expect me to believe THAT'S why you were late?" Ward asked Skye.

"Yes! No joke! Fitz and Simmons..." she whispered, "they... you know... they spent last night... doing the stuff... with eachother!" Ward raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes, "I found Fitz SHIRTLESS hugging Jemma in the morning, now I didn't see Jemma fully or either if their lower halves but you could tell, something was going ON between them last night..." she snapped.

"Skye, you've been reading too much Twilight, snap back into the real world. These are science geniuses we're talking about, just because they work together all the time doesn't mean-"

"Fine! Don't believe me? Coulson told me to tell him when I found them so that's exactly what I'm going to do! And I'll show you all something that'll make you believe me," she smiled and walked off.

"Skye!" He called after her, "we're supposed to be training!" She didn't even look back.

Ward grunted and followed her, knowing this wouldn't end well.


"Hey A.C.!" She walked towards him and May, "I found them! And guess what they were doing?" She realized she was becoming an unintentional snitch.

"What?" May asked as Ward came in behind Skye.

Skye whipped out her phone and showed then the revealing picture, biting her lip as she smiled. They all stared at the picture for a long time, then slowly their heads rose to see Skye.
"Mmhhmm," she nodded, grinning with her eyebrows raised.
"Now tune the screen to the lab," she ran around the island and picked up the packet for their training, "I'm going to go deliver a message," she winked and grabbed her phone as she ran out.


Jemma paced with her head down towards the lab where Fitz had already begun arranging basic materials and chemicals.
When Fitz had said that someone had seen them together this morning, she flushed a bright red, it's not like they had... done anything. She now had to be cautious with everyone on the plane, not knowing who had seen her and Fitz...
The lab was only 10 steps away when she heard her own footsteps joined by someone else's; they were Skye's.

"Hey Simmons," she muttered and began walking by her side, "you've got some buttons undone..." she didn't look at the scientist to avoid Fitz from glancing over; she was just helping another girl out.

Jemma looked down at her shirt to see she hadn't buttoned her shirt since last night and stopped. If she would've gone in without doing so, Fitz would've ended up seeing things she didn't want him to see.

She caught up to Skye in the lab and mouthed a thank you as she got to work.
The two scientists worked wordlessly, not looking or speaking to one another.
Three minutes passed by as Skye just watched them work, waiting for them to do something, to prove the Coulson and Ward what she saw was true, she just needed a glimmer of intimacy between them.
Finally she got tired of waiting.

"Hey guys, get over here," she placed the stack of papers on the counter, "that's your warm up today, a timed calculus exam." They nodded and stretched their arms out to reach the paper, "Ah but not just yet," she grabbed either one of their wrists and pulled them to either side of her.
She then brought out her phone again, ready to ask them questions and wait for the response in their eyes.
She scrolled though and finally pulled up the picture of them laying together, Simmons head lying tucked under his chin on his chest.
"Don't worry, May and Coulson aren't watching right now," she lied.
Instantly the two became hot and found it hard to breath and speak with the lump in their throat; Skye noted these immediate reactions.

"Why would you do that?" Jemma asked, horrified.

"Ya that Photoshop's not even funny..." Fitz added nervously.

"That's true, it could've been Photoshop," May said aloud as she watched the screen with the other two.

"But why would she do it?" Coulson asked.

"Why wouldn't she? She's Skye..." Ward scoffed.

Coulson nodded, acknowledging Grants statement and its validity.

"You sure this is Photoshop?" Skye asked.

"Positive," Jemma stated, "I mean why would Fitz and I-"

"Ya exactly, I mean she's not even pretty or beautiful," Fitz scoffed, trying as hard as he could to disprove her picture, "Why would I waste my night on her?"

Skye's jaw dropped but she covered it with her hand. Had he realty just said that?
Jemma looked at him with angry eyes and he completely avoided them.

"Well Fitz, you did always seem interested in her..." Skye admitted.

"Interested in her? Hah no, not ever. I can do much better than her..." his forehead began beading with sweat as he so easily poured out lies.

"Same here!" She beamed rudely, "I wouldn't want to sleep with anyone who is too in love with himself anyways!" She placed her hands on her hips.

"You calling me conceded?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Well not just that, but a man has to have a good body, be sweet and charismatic as well, which is obviously everything Fitz is not!" She spat.

Skye took a step back; this was getting out of hand. Obviously they were acting abnormally mean to eachother to disprove the picture she had snapped, but she thought she had had enough fun now; she didn't like seeing two of her friends who were so perfect for on another fighting so harshly.

"Alright, you got me, I just wanted to see what you'd say if I showed it to you... just having a little fun..." she winked as she scooped up her phone and began walking out, "you've got 30 minutes to do the whole packet guys," she added at last and turned around the corner.

The two looked at eachother shyly, a long awkward silence in between them.

"You know didn't mea-"

"I know..." she said softly and continued staring at her packet, "we can talk later, Agent Couls-"

"The cameras are off remember?" He stepped closer to her and grabbed her hand.
"I'm sorry," he kissed it lightly; she turned her head the other way, her eyes clouded.
"Please forgive me Jemma, I only said it-"

"To save us, I know..." she pulled her hand away and drew her packet nearer.

The three weren't moving a muscle, their eyes were glued to the screen as Skye entered.
Silently, she stood between May and Ward and began watching as well.

"Let's just get to work..." Simmons walked away from him and went to grab a pencil.

"Jemma, I told you I'm sorry," he said after her.

"Yes I know," she sighed, "it's just, now that Skye has that picture, there's no looking back... you can't even give her a hint that picture was real, ever."

"Wh... what do you mean?" He asked, standing behind her as she sat in a chair and cleared the space for her to work.

"You know goddamn well what I mean Fitz!" She angrily, "I mean you can't hug me and I can't hug you and this little 'one night relationship' ends here, okay? That was the first and last time you'll kiss me okay?"

Fitz cringed but simply nodded in agreement. He wouldn't let her go so easily though, not after last night. He loved her auburn hair, and her smile, and... He just loved her.
"But that's where you're wrong," he spun her chair around and smiled charismatically, "this is our last kiss..."
And that's when all jaws dropped again.

"Did he really just-"

Yep, he did..." Skye smiled at Ward.

"He may not have all the looks but he's really swooned Simmons," May joked.

"But isn't it adorable? Their little nerdy science love?" Skye glanced at Coulson.
He hadn't said a word, mouth was drawn to a thin line, he was expressionless.

"I'm going to talk to them now." He pushed May aside and began to exit.

"No wait! You can't!" Skye stopped him in his tracks.

"Skye, you'll learn this when you're older, but affection if different than love. Their relationship could get in the way of their productivity. I can't have this serious love on my plane; it'll create conflicts in a crisis-"

"But didn't you hear him? That was the last time they'd kiss! And I lied to them and told then they weren't being watched, please leave them alone!" She begged.
Jemma had always been a good friend to her, better than May had, and she wouldn't let Coulson get in the way of her last kiss with Fitz.

"Alright," He sighed and backed away, going towards the screen again, "but I trust each one of you to try to keep them from doing something like this again, are we understood?" True, Coulson couldn't truly interfere with their relationship, no matter how hard he tried. No doubt, they were in love, even he could see it, and it's not like he wanted to restrict their relationship, but their affection could endanger their team... and he couldn't afford that; therefore he couldn't afford their love.

"Man this is weird, I've never pictured them together but they really love eachother..." Ward said as he saw them continue to kiss.

May scoffed, "I saw it coming."

"So did I," Skye added and smiled.

Coulson grabbed the loud speaker that projected into the lab, "ATTENTION!" his words startled the two lovers, making them jump, "TRAINING TIME ENDS IN 15 MINUTES. PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU ARE READY BY THEN," and he shut it off.
They watched as Simmons and Fitz shared an awkward glance before rushing to their own desks and beginning their packets; their cheeks red in embarrassment and

"Come on," Ward grabbed Skye by the arm, "you've got a lot of training to account for in 15 minutes..."


A/N: My Beta's are really amazing, they asked for a second chapter to this story because they couldn't leave it alone. So, initially it had been planned to be a one shot, but not anymore. I am already finishing up the second chapter, so please follow if you're a hard shipper of FitzXSimmons like I am! Once again thanks for reading this and please follow for more Fitz and Simmons romance! Btw, i expect only 2 more chapters after this one, so it wouldn't be that hard to follow :D plz do

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