Author's Note: I did not realize that songfics technically aren't allowed on here... oops... the lyrics previously in this story have been removed. Enjoy anyways!

2 AM. When was the last time that Fitz and I were up and about at 2 AM? While it's true that we spend most of our time working the BUS lab during the day, many of our more brilliant ideas have been hatched in the dark, fuelled by the silence and togetherness and brevity of the time we spent together. If I had to pinpoint the last time we stargazed or stayed up reciting formulas, I'd have to say that it's been over three months now.

I miss him. While I know that this assignment was one both equally important and dependent upon my particular skill set, I can't help but wish that I was with Fitz. Perhaps we would have been able to infiltrate Hydra together... well, if the circumstances were different. The Director made it very clear to me that his main priority for Fitz was to allow him time to heal. I know that he's right, but I can't help but think about my best friend every day. Nights are the worst. I can hear his head in my mind, talking to me about the steps I should or shouldn't take in my lab experiments, reminding me of more logical processes; it's like I'm going mad. I know that he's not here, but sometimes, his presence is just so think.

Perhaps Skye was right. Perhaps we are telepathically linked.

No matter how hard I try, Fitz's voice keeps echoing in my head as I work. Don't stress yourself out, Simmons. You know, you'd be able to get into that coupling assembly a whole lot faster if you had a monkey. I try not to think of what he's probably going through right now: confusion, pain, betrayal, emotional hurt. I didn't mean to hurt him. Not by leaving on this assignment. Not by taking so long to drag him to the surface of the ocean. Nothing I've ever done has been to intentionally hurt Fitz. Out of everything I've ever had and anyone I've ever known, Fitz trumps them all. He's the most important thing in the world to me, and everything I'm doing on this assignment, in the back of my mind, I'm doing it for him.

If only there was some way to talk to him, to hear his voice for just a brief moment. I know that Director Coulson is the only person qualified enough to reach me right now, but it would be nice if he could send Fitz to drop off some food or something equally trivial. But wishing is my only hope. I know that he wouldn't put Fitz in such danger for such a little thing, and I know that it's selfish of me to wish that he would.

There's that old saying, "you never know what you have until it's gone." I never quite understood the emotional qualities in that statement until now.

I want to go home. I want to sleep in my bunk on the BUS and not worry about Hydra uncovering my plans and work with Fitz in our lab by ourselves. Maybe I'm tired. It's well past 2 in the morning by now. Fitz never minded if I fell asleep in the lab while we were working. Mind you, I never did that often because of the mess it left, but he never minded. He never woke me up, he never complained about it the day after.

I suppose what he said in the pod rang true even then. You look peaceful sleeping.

Perhaps a good night's sleep is all I need. Perhaps I won't feel this way in the morning. After all, Fitz would want me to be happy. If I work hard and get enough information, perhaps Director Coulson will call me back more quickly. That way, I'll get to see Fitz again. I'll get to talk to him again.

I have my doubts, but perhaps a good night's sleep will fix everything.