Jumpy
A/N Just a conversation I think needs to happen… enjoy.
Jemma woke up in a cold sweat. She may have gasped, but she wasn't sure if that was in the dream, or in real life. She'd been sick, with the incurable alien virus, and she had to make the choice to jump of the plane instead of risk her friend's lives further. She sat up, letting her head rest in her hands. If past experiences were anything to go by, she wouldn't be able to fall back asleep for a while. She left the small enclosure of her bunk, and went to the fridge to grab a water bottle. She heard groaning from the plane, and let out a short, high pitched, squeak before she reminded herself that such noises from the Bus were normal, and that she had nothing to worry about. She took a sip of her water, reveling in the quiet, she could almost pretend that she was alone.
"Are you alright?" Jemma jumped at the voice, but she wasn't frightened, she knew that voice.
"Fitz, what are you doing up?" She asked, looking around, almost as if she thought that everyone else would emerge out of hiding.
"I could ask you the same question," He smiled, but it seemed forced, "I heard you, a-and I was worried that something had happened." He looked down at his shoes.
"Oh." Jemma was taken aback, "No, I just couldn't sleep, thought I'd get some water."
"But you did that thing?" Fitz pressed.
Jemma furrowed her brow, "What thing?" Fitz rolled his eyes.
"That squeak you do, when you're terrified," Fitz explained, "when you try and hide how scared you are, but it still comes out." Jemma couldn't help but smile, of course Fitz would know the meaning behind every noise that came out of her mouth.
"It's fine Fitz, I just," She waved around her hand searching for the end of her sentence…
"Overreacted?" Fitz finished, and Jemma stopped and stared at him.
"Yeah," She admitted, "I've been a bit, jumpy lately."
"I noticed." Fitz said, quietly, "You know I'll never let anything like that happen to you again?"
"Fitz…" Jemma started.
"I know, I know, I'm not Agent Ward, I don't jump out of planes, or use Asgardian anger staffs… but I think I can stop you from becoming infected by alien viruses… it's not like there are that many floating around." Fitz didn't even attempt to hide the bitterness in his voice.
"Fitz?" Jemma tried again.
"It's not like I'm useless! I'm a rocket scientist, I can do things!" Fitz continued.
"Fitz!" Jemma didn't know where that had come from, why she had screamed, but it worked, she had Fitz's attention, he stared at her in shock, "I'm sorry."
"What?"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I jumped out of the plane, I just… I just didn't want to be the reason you died." Jemma burst, "and the rest of the team, you guys are my best friends…"
"I know." Fitz blinked, "Jemma, I'm not mad at you."
"Y-you're not?"
"No, of course not… it's just…." Fitz glared at his hands, "I don't know what I would do Jemma, if something happened to you… what if I had been the one to jump after you, and I hadn't been able to get to you? What if I couldn't have saved you?"
"Oh, Fitz…"
"I dream about it every night." Jemma stepped closer to her best friend and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Me too." She admitted. They both returned to their respective bunks after that, Jemma didn't have a hard time sleeping through the night.