Sorry that it's been so long since I posted one of these! Skitz is here now, so enjoy!
Fury just rolled his good eye heavenward, admitting to Hunter and Bobbi, "It's not like I expected much better then sex in a SUV out of you two." A new thought seemed to occur to him as he slowly turned to face Fitz, saying, "But I did expect better than this from you."
Fitz snorted, declaring, "Then you'll be disappointed to know that what happened between Skye and I included more time in a vehicle than Hunter and Bobbi's little tale ever did."
Fury raised his eyebrows questioningly, drawling, "Do tell."
"Honestly," Fitz admitted, I'm not a hundred percent certain what happened in the very beginning; I had hit my head as we fell from the bus and lost consciousness in midair. Skye's the one who really took care of the two of us."
"Is that so?" Fury turned to the brunette then, his eye piercing as he demanded, "Then let's hear how the two of you became," he waved at the twins that Fitz and Skye held. "The four of you."
"Okay," Skye agreed, shifting to a more comfortable position with her son on her lap as she began to talk. "Where to start… I guess, like Leo said, unfortunately for us, he was unconscious when we landed from the fall. However, in our favor, we landed much closer to civilization than anyone else."
Every. Thing. Hurt.
Skye wasn't sure how long she lay on the ground, catching her breath and doing a mental checklist to make sure that no bone of her body was broken – miraculously nothing was – before she realized that something was wrong. Fitz. She'd seen him hit his head as he fell from the plane in the moment before she slid into the sky after him; she'd glimpsed the way his head had lolled listlessly, not just jerked about by the wind. He'd fallen in the same area she had… and he'd been unconscious while doing it.
Snapping into a sitting position and fighting the wave of soreness that the motion brought on, she looked wildly around her, hoping to see ginger hair, the wool of his sweater, anything! Yet she saw nothing from where she sat, so she stumbled onto her feet and performed a more thorough search of the field where the two of them had landed – he had to be here with her! – and… There!
She scrambled towards the familiar brown loafer and fell to her knees beside the still unconscious engineer. "Fitz! Come on, wake up!" No dice; he didn't listen, remaining stubbornly out of it, and for some reason that scared her almost as much as the spill from the bus just had. "Don't leave me alone, Fitz!" she begged, but she had no idea how to wake him up.
She put her head in her hands, taking a shuddering breath before she reminded herself that her teammate was still breathing. She wasn't truly alone, then, but for the time being she did have to take care of the both of them. With that thought, she shoved onto her feet and did another one-eighty, trying to figure out where they were at.
Idaho. May had been flying over Idaho, so they must still be in Idaho. And there was a road! On the edge of the field, there was a dirt road. And somewhere along a road there would be civilization! She could get help for Fitz, call Coulson to come pick them up, and this nightmare could end just as easily as quickly as it had begun!
As soon as she could get Fitz to this figurative town, she realized, looking over her shoulder at her deadweight comrade.
She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and made a decision. She should probably leave him here and run down the road alone, but she couldn't bring herself to. What if he woke up, thought he was alone, and stumbled off in the opposite direction? She couldn't take that chance, so she gripped his wrists, hoping that she wouldn't do any further damage to him, and tugged one step, two, three.
When she finally reached the edge of the field, Fitz's body hit the road with a jar that made her wince. "Sorry," she muttered before giving him another sharp tug.
It had to be done even if she didn't like it.
Almost a quarter mile down the road, she really didn't like it. But then, like some sort of far-off mirage she saw it. A truck was coming!
"Hey!" She dropped Fitz's wrists and screamed, waving her arms wildly above her head. "Hey! We need help! Help us!"
Finally the truck pulled to a stop beside her on the road, and a weathered old man peered out at her from his equally old truck.
"Are you alright, miss?" he asked worriedly, watching her from over the rims of his spectacles.
"No!" She gestured behind her at Fitz and then froze even as their Good Samaritan burst into action. What could she tell him? Not that she was from SHIELD, that much she knew! So as the man sprang from his truck and started to check Fitz's vitals, she stumbled over the words, "My husband and I had a hiking accident. He hit his head and passed out, and I didn't know what to do."
"Well, you're in luck, ma'am," the man replied calmly, neither looking up from Fitz nor questioning her story. "I just so happen to be a retired doctor. I'm a little rusty, but this close to the forest, I'll be your best bet at immediate medical care. Fortunately, your husband doesn't seem hurt beyond his rather impressive goose egg. Would you two like to come back to my house with me? My Maggie rents out a spare room to passersby anyhow; we'd be glad to put you up until he's got a clean bill of health from yours truly."
Skye laughed disbelievingly, barely believing this twist of good luck. "If you're sure… Are you sure? Because that would be really, very appreciated."
"It'll be no problem at all," the doctor declared. "Now let's you and I get this young man into the truck."