Hiii, this is my second Fanfiction story. Please kindly excuse any mistakes as English is my second language. Any comment or suggestion would be GREATLY appreciated.

Chapter 1

Low Lights & Trick Mirrors

"His condition is still unstable. We are dealing with some chemical elements from the cryogenic freeze chamber that we are remarkably unfamiliar with. Though his body is just still recovering, but we can expecting good news onwards. We believe that he will be conscious in the next few days." The tall doctor cautiously reading the electronic tab in his hands. He swiped the tablet slowly, afraid that he might missing some important informations he had to share.

Jemma knew every possibility that might happened before the doctor even started to explain. These last seven months, she had done thousands of calculations on her endless pursuit to find Fitz. She has been preparing herself for this. She knew, she would find Fitz. She had make sure of that. She had gather all the best aerospace scientists and engineers to solve it. She was drowned by her own determination to find him, and she did it. She knew, she would make it. He is here. He's home.

"Doctor Simmons? Do you need a moment?"

Jemma still gazing blankly at the closed white doors before her. She opened her mouth, as if she was about to say something, but instead she stay still in silence. She managed to shake her head while battling her own memories that keep scratching her mind, repeating the fragments of the day she lost him. The day she almost gave up on living.

"No, I am fine," Jemma tried to convince herself. She pulled her short dark hair to the back of her ear. "Have you run all the tests like I have asked you? Did you already cross checked with his sample blood from the lab?" She waiting irritably for the answer, it feels like forever for the doctor to reply.

"Certainly. We," the doctor paused as he kept sweeping the electronic tab in his hand and reading the informations on it in whispers, before finally shouting in excitement. "Ah, we're good, Doctor Simmons. The result is excellent,"

The room Jemma entered was vast. There were large equipment laying almost everywhere. Right on the center of it, Fitz was laying on the hospital bed, surrounded by five doctors around him. He hasn't woken up, they haven't find a way to wake him up yet. The doctors were still trying to figure out how to undo the cryogenic chamber effect on him.

"Hi," Jemma unable to hold back her tears. She reached for his hands and hold it as tight as she can. She pulled it closed to her chest, while her other hand trailing his face. "Fitz," Jemma cried louder, ignoring all electronic cables tangled between them. Her face was covered in tears. "You are okay, you are home. Please wake up," Jemma lifted Fitz's hand and hold it closer to her face.

Fitz appeared to be asleep. Jemma observed closely, looking at his face that was so calm and peaceful. She's breathing slowly almost like twining her own breathing to the way Fitz heart monitor's sounds. There was this warm sensation that finally filled her body from inside. A feeling of home she was so longing for.

She startled from the loud noises that coming from outside. Half-dozen people came rushing inside almost like they were being chased.

"Jemma, we just heard. Is he okay?" Daisy rushed to Jemma's side and hurriedly hug her without even bother for the answer.

Mack and Bobbi both leaned forward, while inspecting Fitz with amazement look on their faces. "I knew we would have him back, but I just," Bobbi covered her mouth with her hand.

Jemma smiled widely at the team. Without their endless support, she knew she could never retrieve him from outer space. This would never happened. She nodded while trying to wipe the tears from her eyes. Her hand keep holding Fitz's, unwilling to let him go. "The Faro 15 space team, who board Enoch's vessel explained that Enoch had a full understatement regarding the changing timeline and agreed to resign Fitz, but he said he can no longer interfere our humanity matters. It's against his protocol,"

"That bloody alien froze Fitz, and now he want to run away? Hell no." Hunter protested in a loud voice. He crossed his hands on his chest, imagining things he could do to Enoch the next time they will meet.

"The most important thing is now we have Fitz, safe."

"Jemma?" Fitz pressed Jemma's hand softly. He tried to open his eyes, but the immediate pain in all over his body stopped him. His awareness returning to him slowly, fragment by fragment. The sharp and continuous sting radiating from his back to all over his body, Fitz though briefly about screaming his agony. But then he recognized the melodic voice of Jemma on his side. The voice that made him felt a sudden sense of calm in an instance.

"Fitz," Jemma shouted in joy, her hand rested on his neck examining his pulse by reflex. She had to make sure he's all right. "You are fine, you are fine, Fitz," She kept repeating the words, almost making it sound like a chant.

"Jemma?" With a little strength he had left on his body, Fitz managed to open his eyes. Jemma reached over him and clinch into him. His head kept buzzing from the bright lights in the room. He tried to figure out what had happened but failed to wrap his head around it. All he can remember was his last conversation with Hunter, he reminded himself, recalling piece by piece of the memory on his head. "But, how you are here? Where are we?"

"Full story later," Jemma smiled and landed her lips on his. She leaned into him in a very slow motion, terrified that she might hurting him.

Fitz tangled his fingers on her back and tenderly pulled her as close as possible. Jemma's fingers dug into back of his neck, passionately. At the same time he felt a warm sensation started to fill the sinking void in his chest. A sense of home, he's willing to cross the universe for.

"Ahem, yeah," Hunter coughing to interrupt, his face turned to red, flushed. "Good to have you back, Fitzy," patting Fitz's shoulder slowly while looking at him with obvious concern. "Don't worry we will explain everything later."

Fitz noting the clear anxiety across everybody. He knew, that they won't answer his questions and he's in too much pain anyway to confront them. He finally gave in to the pain killer medicine that Jemma just added to his IV infusion. He still need to know what had happened, but everything started blurring and blacking out before his eyes.

1 MONTH LATER.

Fitz moved as fast as he could, calculating all possible moves from his sparring opponent. In many ways, he would win this match easily, that was the only favorable outcome he could foresee. With Davis kept touching his left torso that was clearly hurt by his earlier attack, and even now Davis' right-hand strikes became even weaker, he could just drop him to end it. Instead, he chose toying with Davis. Fitz spun, knowing his sparring partner's bruised chest would slow him. He leapt over Davis' backside, reaching for his hand and twisting them in a split second.

"Okay, okay, please" Davis yelped in pain, he tried to raise his locked hands. He gritted his teeth, looking to meet Fitz's eyes. But there were seems to be only blankness there.

Fitz pulled his grip harder, almost like wanting to crush Davis' hands in purpose.

You should not stop, if you win this match you'll crush his confidence, essentially you win yourself the future matches, the voice echoed inside his mind. He shook his head, trying to formulate his next moves.

"Fitz, stop" Bobbi appeared from the handful mass that watched the sparring. Her loud sharp voice silenced the cheering audiences that now froze in fear. "Hey, hey, look at me. Fitz," She snapped her fingers repeatedly in front of his face. "Stop it."

Fitz shook his head slowly and started to realize that he was still pulling Davis by the shoulders. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean..," Fitz said in shook. He started to rub his head, clearly going over something in his head.

"You need to control it, man" Davis got up as fast as he could from the mattress, refusing Fitz's extending hand, as he looked at Fitz with an expression that was filled with fear and anger.

The crowd dismissed themselves as Davis walked toward them, half limping. Fitz looked down at himself, and cursing himself in whispers. "Stupid move,"

"Hey, it's okay," Bobbi said with a forced smile. "You did good."

"Did good? I almost broke Davis' hands, Bobbi" Fitz yelled. The wood paneled walls on the practice room echoed his frustration even louder. "I don't know what you all expected from me. Making me do these sparing matches every day, reading Hydra achieve informations, weapon practices?"

"That's not fair, you know what Doctor Samantha said, these practices would help us to gain more control of the situation. The more you channel your other side, the more you are able to control it, Fitz. You know that."

"Sure, perhaps you also want me to lead Hydra's army? Killing innocent people just for fun? I can't stand it, you know I don't want anything to do with it anymore. But what you all did was push me and push me harder," Fitz shouted in frustration. "Even she can no longer stand being with me. She left. Is that what you want?" He pointed his finger at Bobbi, thought he was certain Bobbi was not the one to blamed, but his peaking frustration demanding an outlet to outburst at.

"Simmons didn't leave you,"

"It's been a month, Bobbi. I only had seen her twice since I woke up."

"She just on a mission, with Yoyo. You know how important it is, yes it takes a very long time I know, but soon it will be over," Bobbi looked him with comforting smile on her face and patted his shoulder. "It's going to be fine, Fitz. I promise."

"He won the match again today?" Hunter tapping the electronic tab on his hand with a puzzled expression. "I can't believe it."

"Yesterday, he got Piper pinned down in six seconds." Mack replied, smiling almost mischievously.

"Oh hey, come on," Piper complained.

Mack waved one hand, instructing the young agent sitting beside him to start compiling the informations that was displayed on the giant screen mounted to the wall.

The control room was packed with senior operative and rookie field agents. Mack had requested all essential agents to be briefed before sending them out. He looked at the news channel airing on the television right now, every news programs in every channel had broadcasting it non-stop since two hours ago. Since a commercial airplane exploded in the night sky of Chicago and killed hundreds of people.

"I think, I just can't do it anymore," Hunter said softly, sounded very unlikely of him. "Despite it was for the good of his own mental health, I just can't lie to Fitz anymore. He deserves to know. The fact, that we have to hide his own wedding to him, is bloody awful and it makes me sick."

Everyone looking at him in silence for a moment. But it seemed like no one is dare to answer.

"We're sorry, we're late," Bobbi spoke intentionally louder, letting everyone know that she and Fitz was about to enter the room, making sure not a person in the control room still silently chattered about Fitz in whispers, like what they have been doing this last month.

"What's going on?" Fitz asked suspiciously. Confused with the awkward silence welcoming them.

"Nothing," Mack said hastily, doing his best to look convincing. He signaled Max, the agent sitting beside him to start the brief presentation. "Great, now, that everybody is here. We can start the briefing."