Hey guys. Just a short one shot at the hotel between "Providence" and "Nothing Personal" about possible consequences of having identities erased. Spoilers for Doctor Who also. Enjoy!
Simmons couldn't sleep. She had made tea, listened to music, read, and had more tea. Nothing seemed to work. Eventually Fitz, also awake, came in to talk. Normally, Coulson would've been concerned when male and female agents went into each other's hotel rooms at night, but this was Fitzsimmons. So here they were, at two in the morning, discussing Doctor Who.
"I'm just saying, Rory often felt like a third wheel. Amy could have done more to show him how she felt," explained Fitz.
"They both loved each other equally. When Amy let the Weeping Angel touch her, she could have been sent to a completely different time than Rory. She was willing to risk living alone for the rest of her life for a chance at staying with him. You can't say that isn't love," Simmons countered.
"Fair point. I wonder if Amy felt once she found out her best friend liked her. It must have been kind of awkward at first," Fitz replied hesitantly.
"Maybe. People always say they'd want to marry their best friend. The one person who knows you best, takes care of you, doesn't judge you. They would stick with you no matter what. I think that kind of relationship could turn into a beautiful romance," Simmons said, not realizing she and her partner had moved closer to each other.
'This is your chance Leo, just tell her,' he thought. 'We could die tomorrow, and she would never find out.' Right when Fitz opened his mouth to speak, a phone rang. Simmons turned around. The ring was familiar. It was her parents.
They both looked at the phone. They were supposed to be dead- or not ever having existed. Simmons hadn't anticipated the possibility of family calling. Too much had been going on. She couldn't just pick up and talk to them. The phone continued to ring until a voice message was left. Jemma decided to listen to it.
"Jemma, it's Mum. Please pick up. Please, tell me you're okay. Your father and I have seen all the horrible things on the news about SHIELD, and we know they aren't true. But there's proof a lot of people died. Please, Jemma. Tell us you're not dead." The message ended once Mrs. Simmons began sobbing.
Simmons quickly turned off her phone, letting silent tears fall. She let Fitz hug and console her, but it was of little use.
"I'm never going to see them again, am I? I'll never see my family again Fitz," she wailed.
"The team's our family. But now, I don't know who to trust. Remember the first time we met, in Professor Martin's class at the Academy? We were only 15 and everyone else was around 20. You stopped me from putting the wrong compound in my experiment. I probably would have been kicked out," he said.
"You remember that?" she asked.
"Do you?" he replied nervously.
"I do. It's just- most friends don't remember the first time they met," Jemma said.
"I guess I'm not like most friends."
"Neither was Rory."
"What?"
"Fitz, you're all I've got. We trust each other completely. We know each other better than anyone else. We don't judge each other when we cry, or laugh, or act stupid. You're my best friend… and I think I might just love you."
"I think I might just love you too."