At the End of the Day
A/N I couldn't resist, delving into Fitz's mind, especially after 1x08, but I figured I should start with this… more will come. Oh and if you like, I have a fic about Jemma (A Bio-Chemist's Brain Activity).
"Don't do anything rash while I'm gone, like jump out of an airplane." Fitz regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. He'd intended to play it off like a joke, making light of what she'd done, like they always did when the danger was over. But it hadn't come out like a joke… how could it, when he meant every word.
"Well, you'll be careful?" Fitz felt a tingle where her hand touched is, but he tried to ignore it. He didn't understand why her touch was all of a sudden affecting him this way. Her caution seemed ridiculous, of course he'd be careful, when had he ever not been careful. He wasn't the one who'd jumped out of the bloody plane. He pulled his hand away.
"Yeah, I've handled worse." Much worse. He was almost positive that nothing could possibly ever be half as terrible as watching Jemma falling. He still had nightmares about it.
"Oh, I almost forgot, I made you this," Fitz rolled his eyes, wondering what coddling device Jemma had devised to protect, poor helpless Fitz in the field. "…your favorite sandwich. Prosciutto and buffalo mozzarella." Not what he expected
"With your home made pesto aioli?" In his excitement about the sandwich, Fitz was able to forget about how he felt… differently… about Jemma.
"Just a hint" She let out a soft chuckle. And Fitz realized they'd get through this. Whatever was happening, they'd work through it, because at the end of the day, they'd always be FitzSimmons.