Anyone who reads my stuff on A03 knows I've a Drabble collection called Of Engineers and Biochemists within which I post my shorter pieces but this was a three parter I wrote and wanted to transfer over. I may move of the shorter ones over, as of yet I am undecided. Thanks for checking out and I hope you enjoy.
He had everything ready, the table at the restaurant was booked, ready for them. Ready for what he had planned tonight.
For his proposal.
Because he was really going to do it.
He was really going to propose to Jemma Simmons.
To ask her to spend the rest of her life with him.
And to say that he was nervous was an understatement.
This had to be one of the most terrifying things that he had ever done.
And being an (ex) S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, Fitz had done a number of terrifying things in his life.
"Fitz." A voice from behind him caused him to spin.
It was Daisy. She had been there with him all day, helping him to set up, to prepare for this.
"Have you heard from her yet?"
Fitz shook his head. Jemma still hadn't replied to his message from earlier on. And it was starting to cause a fluttering in his stomach, though he knew it was illogical. Jemma had a tendency to get distracted in the lab so missing texts wasn't something that was unusual for her.
"She'll be fine," Daisy reassured. Fitz nodded, though it did nothing to loosen the knots now constricting his stomach.
They stood there in silence for a moment, observing their work.
It had been a booth in a restaurant, the first place that Fitz had taken Jemma when they had started dating all those months ago now. Fairy lights glistened around the seats, a candle on the centre of the table.
His hand in his pocket, Fitz pulled out the ring box, and opened it. Checking that it was still there. He was terrified to lose it. It was custom made (he had wanted to use his mother's, something that had been passed down for generations in the family, but she had persuaded him to go for this, and anyway Leo, you can use my ring for the wedding. Jemma has said she finds it beautiful), two thing bands woven in a double helix.
"I really love it," Daisy said, bumping him with her shoulder.
"Do you think… Do you… Will she like this?" he gestured to their work. "Everything, the ring…"
"She'll love it, Fitz," Daisy cut in. "Hell, you could even propose to her wearing nothing but your boxer briefs and she'd still love it." A pause. "There may be multiple reasons that she loves that but Fitz, she'll love it. I swear."
He nodded, ears slightly red. "Right, well," he stuttered, now rubbing the back of his neck as the ring had been placed back in his pocket. "I'm going to go home, check if she's okay."
Daisy nodded, pulling her friend in for a hug. "It'll go well, Fitz. Don't worry about it."
Fitz smiled at her, thanked her and made his way home.
When he got home, the door was unlocked, meaning that Jemma was home. She had left after him that morning, and she would never have left it unlocked, meaning that she couldn't be at the lab.
Entering the cottage, Fitz dropped the keys in the dish, knowing that it was pointless, that they would be going out soon anyway. "Jemma?" he called out.
No answer.
Maybe she was in the shower. Unable to hear him because of the running water.
But there was no water running.
"Jems?" he called again, his voice becoming more desperate. "Jems, please. If this is about the monkey, and getting your revenge, I'm sorry okay? You know that right. We went over it, Jems. I more than made up for it in bed!"
He made his way up the stairs, trailing his hand along the bannister. "Jems, sweetie, please. Where are you?"
Once up the stairs, there was still no reply. "Jems, please. You're scaring me."
He was pleading now. There was still no reply. And he knew, he just knew that something was wrong. Because, she wouldn't have let it go this far.
No, Jemma would have answered him before this.
He felt physically ill when opening their bedroom door.
And when he did so, he felt his stomach drop.
"No," he was barely able to whisper. "No Jems." He made his way to their bed, to where she lay, reaching out to her neck, placing two fingers gently on it. "Jems, please no." He shook his head, unable to believe it. Unable to stop the tears from streaming down his face. "Jems, please. Come back to me."
THERE WILL BE A PART TWO, WORRY NOT. AND IT WILL BE UP TOMORROW. It has already been written. I won't say anymore because Spoilers but thanks for checking out and I hoped you enjoyed this slightly evil fic.