He's had enough.
It's been three months of watching a constant surveillance feed showing the stone. It's been three months with no movement.
It's been three months with no Jemma.
And he's had enough.
Fitz stared at the surveillance screen, hands clenched in a fist. His eyes burned from glaring into the monitor.
He hated this rock. Hated it more than anything in the world. This thing took Jemma. Took his best friend and his heart.
He saw the video of her being taken. He heard her scream.
He heard it again and again every time he shut his eyes to get some sleep.
As one can imagine, sleep didn't happen very often anymore.
That's it. He's had it.
Fitz slammed his fists on the table and pushed his chair back aggressively as he stood up. He started marching his way down the hallway, to the room this bloody rock was kept in, ignoring the quizzical looks of the agents he was storming past.
He opened the door to the room and slammed it shut.
He took a second to look the stone up and down.
There it was. Right in the middle of the room.
Solid.
Unmoving.
Fitz clenched his jaw, absolutely furious at this alien artifact. His heart beat in his throat as he stormed up the stone's glass case.
"You let her go," Fitz snarled at the rock through clenched teeth. "I don't know what you are, or what you do, but I do know you took someone from me. And I want her back."
The rock did nothing.
"Argh!" Fitz yelled as his fist pounded the glass wall. "LET HER GO! LET HER OUT!" Fitz continued to punch the case with each word. "She doesn't belong in there! What did you do with her?!" Fitz continued to pound the case, eyes filling with tears, his punches getting weaker, his voice getting more desperate. "Let her go!" Fitz stopped hitting the glass now and sunk to his knees. "Please."
As Fitz kneeled there, with his head in his hands, he realized how quiet it was in the room, the silence mocking him.
And then he heard a loud click.