Okay I cannot tell you how badly Fitzsimmons is breaking my heart! I've only written one fic before this and it was for Arrow so this is new territory for me. I'm not sure how long this fic will be or if I'll continue it so please please please let me know if you like it or want another chapter. Let me know if you don't!

Enjoy! xoxo

I can work for you. I just can't work with you.

Jemma reclines in her bunk, mulling over those two sentences like she's done every night since he said them. Those words were a constant reminder of everything that had gone so horribly wrong. His words were only a part of the problem. Despite his difficulty speaking, he seemed to have a much easier time sharing his feelings with her than she had with him. It was her words that ruined everything, or the lack there of. Every time she had tried to tell him something, anything to make things right, she couldn't get the words out. How do you tell the man you love more than anyone in the entire world that you can't help him? That you make him worse. That, because you love him, you left him. All Jemma wanted to do was help her best friend. The two of them spent years completing each other. She wasn't sure where she ended and he began and now he was broken and she couldn't fix him. And it was her fault.

If she had been faster, if she had convinced him to come up with a different plan, if she hadn't pressured him to join the team in the first place, if if if. That's all Jemma did. Think about what could've been. It kept her from thinking about what is, which was way worse.

It's been three weeks since he told her he couldn't work with her. It's been three weeks and just thinking about that moment brings tears to her constantly red-rimmed eyes. She finds herself noting that she's cried more in the last year than she has in her entire existence.

A knock at her door pulls her from her thoughts and she quickly wipes the freshly fallen tears off her cheeks.

"Who is it?" She questions, trying halfheartedly to sound cheerful.

"It's just me." Jemma sighs in relief. She doesn't have to pretend to be anything. It's Skye.

She makes her way out of bed and flips the lock, "May I help you with something at...2:23 am, Skye?"

Skye just rolls her eyes and moves into the room, "I couldn't sleep, and I knew you'd be up."

Skye knows Jemma hasn't been sleeping regularly ever since Fitz dumped her for the guys in the garage. She makes herself at home on the made up side of Jemma's bed and then gestures for her friend to take a seat.

"Why do I get the feeling there's more to it than that?" Jemma is nervous. Skye is a wonderful best friend. She is a fantastic agent. Possibly an alien (currently running experiments). Skye is a lot of things, but she's not a light sleeper. Jemma has known Skye for close to a year and has never once woken up after her. Never seen her in the kitchen in the middle of the night. Never really seen her after midnight or before 7 a.m. Something is definitely up.

Skye looks down at her hands while mindlessly playing with the rings on her fingers, "I was just wondering how you were doing? I mean, I know you and Fitz were never a 'thing' but it's got to be a little weird, and when I saw your lamp on I figured I'd come check on you is all."

Jemma tilt her head to the side, forehead crinkled in confusion, "Skye, what on earth are you talking about?"

Now it was Skye's turn to looked confused, "What do you mean? I'm sure you've noticed. Hell, even May said something about it." She waits for Jemma to respond. When she doesn't, Skye continues, "Jemma come on, you're telling me you haven't noticed Allison at all?"

"Who the bloody hell is Allison? I have no clue what you're babbling about, Skye, but come on with it!"

Skye's eyes go wide and she's realized her mistake, "Oh. Oh god. Nevermind, forget I said anything." She moves to escape but Jemma jumps up and cuts her off from the door.

"And just where do you think you're going?! You can't ramble on about some girl and Fitz and then just leave. I don't know how many friendship rules that breaks, but definitely multiple ones! So sit your gossiping self back down and spill, right now!" Jemma points her finger and begins walking Skye backwards towards the bed.

"Fine. FINE. Stop poking me. You're small, but very scary. Okay. Fine. Look, I guess I can assume you haven't been down to the garage much since Fitz broke up with you, right?" Skye leans back against the wall that the bed is pushed up against.

Jemma rolls her eyes, but only to cover the flash of pain she knows is there, "Okay, first of all, he did not break up with me. He simply decided he would be of better use there than with me in the lab. That's all. We are civil, if not friendly."

"Yeah well, that sounds like the definition of a break up, but what do I know. Anyways, since you haven't been there, I can assume you haven't met the new engineer Coulson brought on. Her name is Allison."

Jemma's eyes narrow, "Go on."

"Well over the last week or so, Bobbi and I have noticed a few things here and there. She touches him a lot. Shoulders. Forearms. They are constantly together. She made him tea, Jemma. TEA. I don't like it. I don't like it at all."

Jemma wonders how quickly you could have a panic attack and if it could happen and be over before anyone noticed. She's almost positive that's what just happened. She takes a moment to collect herself and plasters a smile on her face, "Well then, good for him. I don't see why you felt the need to come to me about it. Fitz is his own man, who deserves all the happiness in the world."

"Jemma."

"Skye, stop."

Skye holds her hands up in surrender, "Fine. Fine. I just thought you should know. Whenever you're done denying that it bothers you, you know where I live." She gets up and leaves the room, before quickly opening the door again, "I live here. Real close. Don't keep me waiting." And then she was gone.

Jemma slumps back down on her bed, "Allison. What kind of name is that anyways?" She throws her head back against her pillow, "An extremely normal one that can't be critiqued is what it is, Jemma."

She spends the rest of her night sleeplessly wondering why this Allison character bothers her so much. What she had said about Fitz was the truth. He was his own man. He could do as he pleased. She's had years to decide whether or not she saw Leopold Fitz in a romantic light and she was out of time to decide. Simple as that. Him moving on should be good for their relationship, not unnerving.

The problem, Jemma convinces herself, is Allison. Fitz is her best friend in the world and she'll be damned if he gets involved with someone less than what he deserves.

She checks her phone to find that it's a little after five. The only person that she would possibly run into is May, everyone else will still be asleep for a few hours. She throws her covers back and storms towards Skye's room. Once she deems this person worthy of Fitz's attention she can go back to consciously avoiding him and any thoughts of him.

She pushes open Skye's door, knowing it'll be unlocked. She's surprised to find her very much awake and on her laptop.

She closes the door behind her, "Okay. Look at me and listen. I do not have a problem. I am not jealous. This will not cause issues. I am completely, 100 percent fine with Fitz liking someone else. Got it?"

"Um. Yes?"

Jemma flashes her best innocent smile, "Great. Now tell me everything you know about her, starting from birth."

Skye returns Jemma smile with a smirk, "Took you long enough."