Hey everyone! So this is the place where I will be taking drabble prompts, past, future, or present fitzsimmons. AU's tend to be my specialty, so you can ask for those as well. Prompts can be left as reviews or PMs, and I will write all of them. Other team members will be featured in these but all of these revolve around fitzsimmons. So send me your fluffy and angsty prompts!
Why did he survive? The question plagues him, nothing saving him from his agonizing thoughts. The silence, which was normally his sanctuary, has become his worst enemy, the constant nagging that something, someone, should be there, beside him, destroys him.
He's not strong enough, he thinks, as he watches Ward train. There's a new edge to his eyes, and even though they were cold before, he knows that nothing warm remains. If he were only more physical, he thinks, as the constant sound of Ward's punches traumatize him. Like the sound of the men beating her skull. He might have had a better chance in the already unfair fight.
He's destroyed everything in his room. The constant reminders of his underlying weakness, and of her, replay over and over in his mind. He feels a new demon coming on, just more fuel to add to the already mile high fire. Just another reason to keep him awake at night.
He's hurt everyone he loves, he thinks, as he passes her vacant bunk. Everything remains untouched, as if she went out to buy snacks for their weekly movie night. He can't help the thoughts that consume him, and now life is a torturous game, everything reminding him of how he couldn't save her. Of the doctor's faces when he woke up, and of her broken body lying on the stretcher next to him.
Will he ever be forgiven? The thought crosses his mind as he moves in silence to the podium to speak at her memorial service. He stares at her grief-stricken family, and he starts to break down, stuttering through the speech he had so diligently prepared. This was a man who had lost the woman he loved. He had promised her family that he would keep her safe, and as he lay his head on her lifeless body, the awful sounding sobs escaping from his chest, he realizes he has failed them.
When he dies two months later, a bullet to the head, he immediately starts to look for her. To him, it feels like an eternity before he finds her, her warm eyes and hair radiating in the everlasting sun. She runs forward to him, her movements as swift as a doe, and embraces him, her warm, porcelain arms wrapping around his firm body. A silent tear rolls down her cheek, as she smiles up at him, and he tilts her head upwards, placing his lips on hers. Even though she doesn't say it, he knows. He's forgiven.
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This was a bug that has been plaguing me for some time, and instead of turning it into a one-shot, I decided on utilizing the neglected drabble. I do not own Agents of SHIELD or it's characters. Please take the time to review.