Just a cute, very short one-shot that's been swimming around in my head since episode 8. Just a one-shot, not leading to anything more. It's set during F.Z.Z.T. FitzSimmons of course. Enjoy!
The plane was hovering over the beautiful blue water of the coast of Morocco, two figures drifting downwards and then landing softly in the water. They floated there in the blue waters.
The plane lowered a rope and the man grabbed on, holding on to the woman, who was shaking in the aftermath of the adrenaline and terror.
They were hoisted up, tumbling through into the cargo hold.
Skye let go of the lever that had lowered and hoisted the rope. Fitz stopped pacing and Coulson grinned.
"Jemma," Fitz breathed, relief evident in his voice.
"Leo," she said, sounding nervous.
Fitz ran towards her, forgetting the people around them.
He held Jemma's face in his hands, looking down at her.
Her wet clothes clung to her body and her face glistened with water.
"I thought I lost you," he whispered, "Never do that again."
He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.
"I love you," she said when they pulled apart.
"I love you, too," he responded, "I don't know what I'd do without you."
And there you have it: what floats around in my head.
-Sasha