A/N: I don't own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
"My man Trip's got eyes for that biotech gal of yours."
Fitz froze on the stairs as he heard Garrett above him. What? Agent Triplett was sweet on Jemma? Fitz's Jemma? Well, not my Jemma, of course, that would be strange. I just mean, my partner - er, my lab partner, that is - anyway the point is that Agent Triplett is a horrible person.
He remembered how the specialist had been all over Simmons earlier, while she'd saved Skye's life. 'You're a real miracle worker,'he'd said, as if chatting up a distraught Simmons in front of her entire team and her dying friend was in any way appropriate. Prick.
And Simmons had saved Skye using the GH-325 that Fitz recovered from the secret base, so really, Fitz was the one who'd rescued Skye, if he stopped to think about it. But you didn't see him trying to proposition the ladies on the team. His team. Because Fitz was respectful, and there was a time and a place for everything. Well, everything except Triplett making a pass at Jemma.
The 'miracle worker' comment had been bad enough, but now, hearing Garrett confirm Triplett's dastardly intentions, Fitz felt the profound need to find out exactly what Simmons and the Ops agent had talked about while Fitz was risking his life inside an explosively rigged bunker. He scampered back down to the lab, brotherly protectiveness hurrying his footsteps.
"Simmons?"
"Oh, good!" She looked at him expectantly. "Where are the files?"
Crap. He'd completely forgotten about that.
"Erm… Coulson wasn't done with them yet. Listen, Simmons, I was wondering - what d' you think of Agent Triplett?"
"Trip? He seemed pleasant enough."
She did not just say that. Trip? What did he call her, Jems? This was a disaster.
"What I mean is- it must have been a bit weird, trying to save Skye with a complete stranger to work with. What did you two talk about?"
"Ehh… it's not like we were sitting down over breakfast, Fitz… I was doing my best to keep Skye alive."
"But you must have talked."
"I suppose. Why does it matter?"
Fitz knew he should let it go. But Simmons was being squirrelly, which probably meant they'd spent all their time at Skye's bedside making plans for coffee and discussing their favorite brand of pen.
"I just don't know about that guy."
Simmons chuckled dismissively. Yeah, that's not suspicious.
"Don't worry, I doubt you'll have to see him again."
Grrr. Couldn't Jemma see that he was only trying to help? But if she wouldn't talk to him, there was no way to push the issue without making things awkward.
"You're right. It's not important." Fitz gave her one more searching look. "I'll go see if those files are ready now."
A/N: So I've been wanting to do a story for a while based around Fitz's jealousy of Trip and the obstacles it creates. I'm going to do this type of "missing moments" or scene expansion for 1x14, 1x18, and 1x19. Hope you like it!
There is a reference to this first chapter in my story Weak, which is also a missing-moments fic based around 1x15. Check it out if you feel like it!
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