Author's Note: Well, here is the first of my many upcoming fanfictions. This is a one shot that I felt was necessary to write after watching (SPOILERS) the episode where Skye was given the GH325 drug. I hope you enjoy reading this story, please feel free to review. Feedback is highly welcome, as well as any ideas for what could happen next. Read on viewers, read on... :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Agents of Shield...If only!
The car drive was becoming unbearable; the awkward silence still hadn't been broken. Simmons looked out of the car window, her hands resting on the soft pillow below her. Her thoughts pondered on the lakeside and the little waves that rippled in the early morning breeze. She then felt a hand wrap gently round her arm, and turned to see Fitz staring longingly into her eyes.
"Jemma, are you ok?" he asked quietly, watching as her expression upon her face didn't change. She nodded but he could see that there was something else going on deep inside of her mind. Her eyes showed it all; the sorrow, the anger and the fear. He couldn't bear to see her like this.
"Hey," he said moving closer to her, "What's troubling you?" Jemma looked down at his hand and then back up at him. Finally she spoke, "That day, the day when Skye…Well, when we gave her the GH325 just as Coulson told us not to…I don't know, there's something he's not telling us. What if something, you know, bad happens to her?"
Fitz patted her on the hand, "Nothing's going to happen to her. We saved her and she's up and running again. But I do agree with you about Coulson, there is something he's hiding from us." They sat in silence wondering what it could be, but nothing came to mind.
"But anyway," Fitz smiled, "Don't worry about it, you did good." He stroked her hand and sat back awkwardly in his seat. Jemma sighed deeply and looked back out of the window. She tried to focus on the landscape and the early sunrise, but all she could think of was Skye and hoped that whatever she had put into her bloodstream wouldn't turn out for the worse…