So I started this a while ago, even before the start of season five, wrote two scenes and then kind of lost inspiration for it. But then the finale happened and I needed some fluff in my life so I finally went back to work on it so here it is! As always it was supposed to be a one shot and turned much longer so I cut it into three parts to give myself time to proof read everything correctly and still start posting it now. It's all finished so the next two chapters should posted in the next few days! Hope you'll this as much as I enjoyed writing it : )

"Shite shite shite !" Fitz mumbled as he angrily swiped left on his phone to silence it. He'd been so focused on his work that he didn't even hear the first two alarms supposed to remind him the start of his next class. And now he had five minutes to get there and Mockingbird's coffee shop, where he'd been working all morning, was a good ten minutes walk from it.

It wasn't his fault, it was his stupid computer who couldn't solve the bloody equation correctly. It was the only explanation for the wrong result it kept giving him and why he had to re do it all by hand. His teachers would have told him it was a bit presumptuous to assume the computer was wrong and not himself but he didn't care at the moment.

Closing his laptop without bothering to turn it off, he put it hastily in his messenger bag and made a big pile out the sheets of paper, pens and books covering the table and pushed it all down his bag as well, cursing under his breath about the fact that it would take him ages to sort these all out later.

Putting his bag on his shoulder and across his torso, he grabbed his jacket and left the table. Giving Daisy, his favorite waitress, a small hand wave and a tense smile, he walked out the door and started running. If he only gave a small look back he would have seen the lone sheet of paper that flew out his bag as he hurried out.

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"Oh now that's interesting!" Daisy chirped from her spot behind the counter.

"What is?" Hunter sighed, giving an annoyed look to his much too cheerful employee. It was not that he didn't like her, Daisy was a very good and reliable waitress, especially considering she was juggling this job and her classes at university, but she had this very american way of getting overly enthusiastic about the smallest things.

"The British girl! She found Fitz's weird maths drawing sheet I put up on the message board and it looks like she's writing on it …" Daisy said, sounding really pleased and he just rolled his eyes.

"And I'm supposed to understand anything you've just said?"

"Ugh Hunter!" She cried out. "Don't you ever speak or at least give a look at any of your customers here? Aren't you the least bit curious about the people you see almost every day?"

"Nope … I give them coffee and they give me money in return and I really do cherish this relationship I have with them!" He grinned back, secretly appreciating the way she sighed desperately. Some of them were actually quite nice and they did share a few words once in a while but it was much more amusing to act all grumpy and counter Daisy's enthusiasm.

"Well Fitz is a regular, Scottish, a bit younger than I am and absolutely adorable. And now the cute English girl found his equations. I think she's a genius too …"

"But which girl are you even talking about?" He asked with another loud sigh.

"The English one over there!" She answered not even bothering to point in any specific direction.

"Oh thanks that's a very helpful description, I guess I'll just start singing God Save The Queen and see who follows …" He answered sarcastically.

"She's the pretty brunette with brown eyes and her hair just under her shoulders …" Daisy answered impatiently like he'd just distracted her during her favorite soap opera.

"God … you must be the worst who's who player in history … that describes at least ten people in this room including you love …" He said with a side grin and she swatted his arm.

"Ugh gross … She's the one by the window, close to the door with a weird blue phone box on her bag …"

"That's a police box you idiot …"

"A police box? What's that? Is it like the secret entrance to the ministry of magic but for the police?" Daisy grinned, looking quite pleased with herself. For someone who seemed to think that everything that came from the UK was absolutely charming, it probably made sense that all her knowledge of the British culture came from Harry Potter and a few very unrealistic TV shows.

"Yeah actually those are actually hidden elevators that get policemen to secret underground tunnels that link all London police stations together" He said as flatly as he could.

"Oh cool!" She chirped and Hunter had to fake a fit of coughing to hide his laughter. He did manage to make her believe a few stupid things about England once in a while but he didn't think this one would work. But she looked to be so excited by that situation that she might have believed anything right now.

"So ... this girl found that other guy's work and now she's doodling on it. Shouldn't you tell her not to do it?"

"Of course no!" She said matter of factly.

"But why?"

"She's been coming for weeks and she's so sweet and polite and always working on very complicated sciency things and Fitz, I've know him for a few months and he's really smart and adorable and I'm pretty sure they're made for each other but they never come at the same time!"

"Okayyyy … so what?"

"Well maybe she's gonna look at his stuff, fall in love with his brain and she's gonna go looking for him or something …"

"Sure …" He said with an arched eyebrow. "That seems very likely …"

"God … you're such a party pooper …" She said flopping down on her stool.

"And why is it that you always find anyone who's British cute and lovely or some other crap and you always glare at me?"

"Cause I know for a fact that you're gross when Fitz is like a scared little puppy. He was always shy and grumpy at first, barely said a word, but then that one time I gave him the leftover pastries we had at closing time and now it's like he imprinted on me like a baby bird, I've barely ever seen him talk to anyone else … He's so painfully shy and adorable with his big blue eyes and curly hair, sometimes I want to put him in my pocket and protect him from the world … but also I want him to .."

"Wow … do you want to adopt him or shag him? I'm really confused!" Hunter cut her off with a teasing smirk.

"See? gross! What I mean is that … oh wait she's finished writing and she's putting it back on the message board AND she's smiling … The game is on!"

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"Fuck fuck fuck …" Fitz mumbled under his breath as he bolted through the door of the building and started running, again, this time towards Mockingbird's. What was wrong with him today? First, he got to class late because he just didn't see the time and now, he'd apparently lost hours worth of work. Of all the useless notes or silly doodles done during a boring classes, he'd gone and lost the only piece of paper with preliminary sketches and important equations he'd spent hours working on (and still hadn't resolved yet). Hopefully, he'd just forgotten it on the table when he left Mockingbird's this morning and Daisy found it before someone else did. She wouldn't understand any of it but Daisy would recognize his handwriting and sketches and keep it safe for him.

But when he finally walked in, breathless and a little weak in the knees (maybe he should start doing cardio after all), Daisy was nowhere to be seen. Which was understandable really since she was only working part time here but that meant he'd have to talk to Hunter (honestly how completely horrible his first name had to be to go by something as ass-holey as Hunter?). Hunter was the coffee shop's co-owner and despite being a fellow Brit, he was always kind of grumpy (which was saying something coming from a Scotsman) and not nearly as friendly as Daisy was. Although it was kind of weird the way Daisy looked over him as if he was some puppy she adopted from the pound (She did actually pet his hair once when he was staying late taking advantage of how quiet it was in the coffee shop compared to the mess in his dormitory and, admittedly, looking quite exhausted), she had this very American easy friendliness to her he really enjoyed. And anyway, he'd tried to flirt with her once or twice because … well because she was so nice and pretty but it went so over her head that he's accepted that he would only always be a puppy to her, especially when that meant she always managed to sneak him a few extra pastries and refill his coffee cup for free.

When he got closer to the counter though, he heaved a sigh relief. Someone, probably Daisy, had found his sheet and put it on the message board. But as he took the pin off and grabbed his precious work back, he saw that some of the notes clearly weren't his. It was written in quite a neat and pretty handwriting and for a moment he thought maybe it was Daisy's since the person had commented on the little robot and monkey doodles he always made in the corners of his notebooks when he couldn't seem to solve some equation he was working on. But then, he saw that the person had also commented his sketches and equations with very smart and on point comments and Daisy's field of study being computer science, she wasn't too bad with maths but could clearly not work on that level.

His interest piqued, Fitz took the sheet of paper and settled on the closest free table, ignoring Hunter's glare for seating at a table without ordering anything.

"Very cute! And how nice of you to give that little guy cool prosthetic limbs :( Unless it's the other way around and it's in fact a robot that has monkey parts and in that case, it's kind of creepy …" Was written under the weird little doodle in the corner of the page. Honestly he hadn't given it that much thought but now that he did, it was obviously a monkey with cool robotic parts.

Under the sketches for the drone idea he'd had, the person (he supposed she was woman, the handwriting was very round, neat and regular and the style felt quite feminine) had written: "Looks nice! Are they drones? What do they do?" And just next to it, she'd drawn a very basic female figure holding something round in her hand and added. "Thought your dwarves needed a princess. (That's Snow White by the way. As you will have guessed by now, I'm not an art major)"

Fitz snorted loudly and once more ignored Hunter's glare. It was nice to know someone appreciated the very smart and very funny name he gave to his drones.

"Fortunately, I have other talents" She'd written under it and had drawn an arrow pointing to …

Oh.

She'd fixed his equation. She'd fixed that stupid bloody equation he'd spent hours working on and all it took was changing a plus sign into a minus one in the first line and then everything else followed. Fucking hell! Hours of work wasted over a bloody plus sign. And now, whoever that genius was, she must think him to be completely stupid.

"And don't beat yourself up! Sometimes you just need a fresh look on something and the rest of your work seems quite promising"

Now what? Was she reading her mind now? Was this a prank or something? Were there cameras?

Looking up, all he could see was Hunter still looking at him from the counter and no trace of a single camera. It was impressive in a way, how he could manage to keep a mean look on his face for so long without faltering. Or did he look normal the rest of the time and managed to change as soon as Fitz looked up? That sounded quite exhausting.

Anyway, once more he ignored it and looked back down at the page in front of him. It was a shame he couldn't thank this amazing stranger who fixed his work and might have saved him another few hours of work. Or from going insane really. He didn't know how long he could have worked on this before he was tempted to throw it all out the window. Well, he supposed he could always leave a message on the message board, hopefully she (or he, after all he couldn't be sure) was a regular and would see the next time she comes.

Taking a sheet out his notebook and a pen from his bag, he started writing.

"To … (what was he supposed to call her? Problem solving mystery person? Maths Genius? CoffeeShop angel?) … Snow White" He grinned then hesitated for a moment and shrugged before continuing. (Snow White was a funny name but he really hoped she was a girl or that would be pretty awkward!)

"Thank you for solving my equation, you probably saved me hours of work (and my sanity). For my defense I didn't have a proper night's sleep in three months.

To answer your question, yes those are drones, forensics drones to be more precise and each of them is designed to perform a very specific task, which I would love to talk to you about but I don't think a very public message board is the ideal place for that. But if I ever find a use for an eighth Snow White drone, I will most definitely give you credit for the name.

And to answer your other question, yes this is definitely a monkey with prosthetic limbs and not the other way around (I'm not a monster!). And as a thank you for your help, here's a more detailed sketch of that monkey with his (super cool) robot parts. Feel free to ask me if you ever need robot parts drawn for any animal, I owe you as much!

Same if you need help for a maths or physics problem (I assure you I'm usually quite good at it)"

Feeling relatively proud of himself, he went to work on that monkey drawing. He realized he had a ton of work waiting for him in his dorm room but he'd be up until really late anyway and it's been so long since he took the time to draw something just for the fun of it. He knew he could never be an artist but he'd started having ideas for new machines or ways to transform boring old ones into very cool new ones at a very young age and had quickly realized he'd need to be able to draw on paper what he had in mind before he could build them. So he'd started drawing, mostly machines at first but then he started feeling like he needed to draw people to give a sense of how they were supposed to be used. And since he had a choice between drawing very boring human figures or adorable monkeys looking super badass as they used his machines well … the choice was easy. And he'd actually become quite good at it over the years.

"Hey! Are you planning on ordering something mate? This is not a bloody library you know!" Hunter interrupted him just as he was about to add a tiny pair of sunglasses to his capuchin monkey.

Sighing, Fitz looked up and tried his best to look apologetic and not irritated.

"Ah yeah … of course sorry ... I'll have coffee …"

"We don't have coffee!"

"You're a coffee shop who doesn't serve coffee?" Fitz raised a disbelieving eyebrow.

"Of course we serve coffee, we just don't have coffee right now … you can have tea if you like!"

"I can have tea in my room and not pay 5 bucks for it …" Fitz grumbled. What was the point of glaring at him for not ordering anything if he didn't even have the most basic requirement to call this place a coffee shop. "Why don't you have coffee?"

"Machine's broken. The repair man won't be there before tomorrow afternoon so until then it's just tea and hot chocolate … So?" Hunter asked, tapping his foot on the floor impatiently but Fitz ignored it.

"No no no that's not good. I need my morning coffee, I can't go through the longest day of the week without it!"

"Well, there's nothing for it, I guess you'll have to get it in your room as well …"

"No I need more than that weak ass thing I can get from the common room coffee maker … What's wrong with the machine?"

"I don't know. That's why I called the repair man …" Hunter replied, rolling his eyes to the back of his head. That was probably the longest conversation he's had with him since he started coming here just two weeks after the start of school year, once he realized it was the closest place he could find decent coffee.

"I can take a look if you like …"

"And I would let you do that becauuuuse …" He trailed off, squinting at him like he just proposed to use his magic wand on it.

"Because I'm an engineer … well training to be one but I used to fix everything at home, my mum didn't have to buy new kitchen appliances in years …"

"Yeah no … I think I'll wait for the guy whose official job is to fix it"

"But I'll do it for free … and tomorrow's coffee of course …" Fitz said with what he hoped was a confident smile.

"For free you say?"

Suddenly, Hunter looked a lot more friendly.

"… and coffee …"

"And coffee … okay fine, it's worth a try!" He said, moving aside and gesturing for Fitz to walk behind the counter and towards the coffee machine.

"… and one of those muffins …" Fitz added with a grin as he walked past him.

"Ugh just look at the damn thing!" Hunter mumbled but didn't right out refuse of course and Fitz grinned even wider. He didn't know how much it would cost Hunter to have the machine fixed by a professional but he was pretty sure it would be a lot more expensive than coffee and a muffin. To be honest, he probably would have done it for free, fixing something wasn't quite as satisfying as creating something new but he still always had fun doing it. But Hunter didn't need to know that.

In the end it took Fitz twenty minutes to fix the machine and he came home with a bagful of muffins and a promise of free coffee for life. (or as long as he'd be available to fix kitchen appliances at Mockingbird's)

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The next morning when Fitz came to get his free coffee (free coffee yay), he was not surprised but still slightly disappointed to see that his drawing hadn't moved from its spot on the message board. So after the longest day and the longest mechanical engineering history class in the history of long, useless and bloody boring classes, he decided to treat himself to one more cup of free coffee (free coffee yay) and well if his mystery savior had been there sometime during the day, had seen his drawing and maybe like … answered his message, well that would be a really nice bonus. It shouldn't be that important, he supposed but that had to be the most interesting interaction he's had with a student since the start of year and it would have been nice to at least know the person had seen his answer and thank you note.

As it happened, his note was gone this time and he could see that there was only one new item on the message board besides all the adds for cheap guitar lessons from a guy who barely started learning himself, free yoga meetings with people who know three poses and think they're yoga masters and "serious young woman/man looking for a roommate who's calm, quiet, tidy, doesn't smoke and doesn't have a pet" who might as well look for a unicorn. Getting closer, Fitz quickly recognized his mystery savior's handwriting and grinned when he saw that the note was addressed to "Robot Monkey".

Going to the counter, he took his free cup of coffee from Hunter -the man was suddenly much friendlier since he realized Fitz could make him save a lot of money- and went to settle at his usual table to read the note.

"To Robot Monkey!

First of all, thanks for the drawing, it was adorable and put the biggest smile on my face. I needed that after such a long day!

I'm glad I could help with your equation (and sanity) and since you're proposing, I'd like to pick your brain about a physics problem. And by physics problem I mean that I had a discussion about time travel in Back to the future, Harry Potter and Doctor Who with a friend and we can't decide which theory sounds the most plausible. I've been gathering datas from several other persons but I thought an engineering student (you're an engineering student, right?) could have an interesting opinion. Of course feel free to call me a nerd and not answer this.

Also, if you ever felt like drawing robot parts for my old family dog Maggie (she's an adorable black poodle) so she can run as fast as she used to, I definitely wouldn't be against it …"

Under it she'd signed with two drawings that he now recognized as Snow White on a hover board and another one on … was it a horse with Mickey gloves attached to it? No that didn't make any sense … oh no that was a hippogriff of course and Fitz couldn't help chuckling at how comically bad the drawing was. He pitied anyone who ever had to play Pictionnary with her.

But despite that small flaw, now that he knew she (she was definitely a "she" since she seemed to have adopted the name Snow White) was the kind of person who didn't simply enjoy a movie but actually thought about it and theorized about it to the point of asking a mystery stranger about it, he thought she was even more intriguing that he thought she was. It was too bad really that they couldn't talk about it face to face because Fitz had a very heartfelt conviction about time and the possibility of time travel and it was going to be hard explaining it all on a single piece of paper. When it boiled down to it, he supposed the way they handled it in Harry Potter was the closest to his theory so he started with that when he took another page from his notebook and his pen. He also didn't forget to mention how much he approved of her tastes in terms of movies and tv shows and even came up with a few suggestions.

When he was done, there wasn't much room left but he still managed to draw a nice artificial exoskeleton that could definitely help an old poodle get strength back in its tired limbs. Actually he was starting to really like of ideas of designing prosthetics for animals. Maybe he should look into it more closely.

Feeling relatively proud of himself, he gathered his stuff and went to pin his note on the message board. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to get one more (free) coffee to go. Too bad Daisy wasn't working though because as much as he'd warmed up to him, Fitz felt like his puppy dog eyes wouldn't work on Hunter to get one of those nice caramel muffins as well.