A/N: The last AoS episodes have been killing me so far, so I decided to write this. It's basically a scene from S01E20 "Nothing Personal", so if you haven't watched it, I wouldn't recommend reading this, unless you don't mind spoilers. I got the title from a McFly song. I hope you like it!
That's the Truth.
"There must be some reason why Ward did it," Fitz said, looking into the pool as he spoke. "Maybe they brainwashed him."
"Don't know. Some people are just evil," Simmons told him.
"Well, I'd rather not believe that."
"It's true. I just assumed we'd be better at spotting it," she said.
"Tell me that you're not HYDRA." He didn't look at her as he spoke, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw her turn her head to look at him, a disbelieving look on her face.
"What?"
He looked at her, still hurt by Ward's betrayal, still in denial, because he couldn't possibly have tricked them from the beginning. And while Fitz was slowly starting to accept it — though it brought him even more pain and hurt — he knew he couldn't handle more of that, coming from anyone in the team, specially Simmons. They'd been through so much together, and he just couldn't bear it if she were HYDRA, if she were tricking him. "I know it is ridiculous but I just need to hear you say it."
Simmons seemed to understand. She seemed to understand his need for reassurance, that the person he trusted the most in this world was not evil, was not playing him, like Ward had. She shifted, her hands against the cold floor, and she looked at him in the eyes, and said, "I'm not HYDRA."
Fitz took in a deep breath. "Yeah. Yeah, good, 'cos I'm not either," he said, somewhat nervously.
She gave him an irritated look. "Of course not."
It was comforting. The fact that she didn't even think he would be part of the evil organisation, that she never gave it a second thought, because he was Fitz, and she was Simmons, and together they were bloody FitzSimmons, they were inseparable. They worked better when they were together, they practically never left each other's side, and Fitz was glad it was that way, because he didn't think he could go back to a life were he lived without Jemma. He just wouldn't know how. "Because if ever you were dead—" He started, but Simmons cut him off.
"I wouldn't." Her head snapped back to look at him.
"—I don't know what I would do," he finished, looking at her right in the eyes.
"You'll never have to find out," she told him, in that reassuring tone she always used, and that usually worked. Except today. Today was a very special day, and not necessarily a good one. He looked down and into the water again, when he saw Jemma reaching out, putting a hand on his knee, a comforting gesture.
And Jemma looked back into the water, and Fitz did the same, thinking, wishing it had never happened, and they were still the same team they were before, and that S.H.I.E.L.D. was not a corrupt organisation, but what it was supposed to be.
He shook those thoughts off, because it wasn't real. It wasn't true, never had been in the first place, just an illusion. But as he sneaked a glance at Jemma, who looked deep in thought, he knew that as long as he had her, he would be all right. They would be all right.