This story takes place in a likely not story following world (not canon) in the future (at least a year). It makes a lot of super optimistic assumptions such as that Fitz will recover, Simmons will eventually return his feelings and everyone on the team survives to this point.

Agents of Shield is amazing and belongs to it's cool as monster goo creators and ABC and Marvel.

"Good morning," a voice greeted cheerfully, bouncing a bit on the side of his bed so that he was shaken awake.

Leo grumbled at the sudden intrusion into his sleep but brightened when he realized who was waking him up.

"Jemma, you're not suppose to be in here," he scolded halfheartedly. He really didn't mind that she was in his room. Her bright, joyful face was a wonderful way to start the day even if it was starting earlier than he had intended.

"Coulson told me to come get you silly," she informed him teasingly her eyes laughing.

He smiled warmly at her, "Ah. Well if that's the case," he sat up and kissed her. Her lips felt cool on his, which were still warm from sleep and it sent a pleasant, tingling surge through his body when she returned the kiss and touched her forehead to his for a few heartbeats before pulling away.

"He didn't say to do that," she chuckled, her cheeks pink under her sparkling eyes. "I'm sure it's fine though," she added before bouncing up and down a few more times, "as long as you get up and come help me!"

He sighed and lay his head back onto his pillow wondering if she was ever going to realize he didn't perk up like daisy every morning. Sleep usually lingered like a fog for a few minutes before he was truly awake. She probably knew that though. It was probably the reason she came to his door every morning and sent her bubbling voice in like a beam from a lighthouse.

"Leo you can't go back to sleep," Jemma complained half exasperated, half amused but he smiled and closed his eyes.

She leaned down and kissed him quickly, sending another small tingle across his face, before patting his leg impatiently. "Up sleepy," she insisted playfully, "we have work to do."

"What work is that exactly?" he called after her as she skipped out of the room.

Her head appeared at the edge of the door. "We're building a vacuum," she informed him enthusiastically before disappearing again.

He wondered if he'd heard her correctly as he forced himself to get out of bed and change out of his pajamas.

He wondered as well, why Coulson had given her permissionn to come wake him up. Their team's leader had been clear from the beginning that they were suppose to stay out of each other's rooms. He remembered the conversation as he rolled on his socks and felt himself blush.

Jemma had been adamant that they be honest with him right away.

"We're more likely to find ourselves in trouble if we try to lie," she asserted, though she sounded nervous and smiled uncomfortably when she said it. "It'll go much more smoothly if we tell the truth as soon as possible."

He'd seen that she'd had a point and, reluctantly, agreed to reveal their relationship rather than trying to keep it a secret.

Coulson's reaction hadn't been as bad as either of them expected. He seemed unsurprised which made sense because it had been a long, sometimes painful, sometimes amazing but always somehow obvious journey for the pair to get to the point they were at. It made perfect sense that their journey had been noticed by the people who were as close to them as family.

So when they told him he nodded like this was a problem he had already been working through in his head for a while and told them, "Don't let it interfere with your work. I need you to still be FitzSimmons."

"Of course we're still FitzSimmons!" They exclaimed together.

Just because they were a couple didn't mean they were going to stop being partners. He wasn't ever planning to give up teamwork and brilliant plans and high fives because those were part of why he loved being with Jemma. He also loved the kisses, those were very nice.

"And not on the bus," Coulson added, "not in any Shield facility."

Jemma had nodded seriously in agreement but he'd felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"By that you mean...I mean specifically you mean..."

"Sex Fitz," Coulson clarified unfazed, "I mean sex specifically."

Leo turned red and stared at his feet, "Ah...right. Yes sir."

Jemma sighed and shook her head. "We're all adults here Leo," she scolded, "It's nothing to be squeamish about. It's a perfectly normal part of life and humans are one of the few animals fortunate enough to enjoy doing it..."

She began a detailed explanation of the process in humans, walking them through what exactly did make it enjoyable for them. It was actually pretty interesting, however her specificity was causing his face to become redder and redder and Coulson was looking increasingly uncomfortable until finally he cut her off.

"Thank you Agent Simmons," he interrupted, cheeks pink. "I need to go back to work now."

"Oh," she seemed disappointed. "that's to bad, I was just getting to the interesting part."

"Biology isn't really my thing," he said quickly backing out of the room.

At last, she noticed his embarrassment and muttered something about how men were too squeamish about certain things.

Leo disagreed. Coulson at least had been incredibly mature about the matter, as had they. They had kept to his rules and hadn't done anything at any of Shield's facilities or on the Bus.

And they were still definitely FitzSimmons. They were an exceptional team whose talents were a valuable asset to Shield. However this morning, if he'd heard Jemma correctly, their talents were going to be a valuable asset in the field of vacuum design.

He passed Skye on his way to the lab and they greeted each other groggily. Neither he, nor his friend were easy risers.

"What's going on?" Skye asked, yawning. "Why did Triplett come wake me up at six thirty in the morning? He didn't even sound tired! He just knocked on my door all chipper like it wasn't only twenty minutes after sunrise. With May away at the Playground I thought I'd get a day to sleep in but I guess not. How is anyone so cheerful so early?" she shook her head.

"Jemma's the same way. They're like happy little birds," he said, shaking his head too but they were both smiling. "I think we're making a vacuum." he added and she raised an eyebrow at him.

"A happy little bird told me," he informed her and they giggled together as they entered the lab.

To their surprise, May was standing beside Coulson and Triplett while Jemma scuttled around busily in the background.

"Miss me?" May asked, the corners of her mouth tugging up slightly.

"I missed sleep," Skye teased but she looked happy to see her and nudged her shoulder good naturedly as she came to stand beside her.

"Surprise," Triplett grinned. "May told me to go get you, can't miss morning sparing lessons."

"Why were you up?" Leo heard her exclaim but he didn't hear the answer because Jemma had noticed they were there and she hurried over to him, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the bench where she had his tools all set out.

He liked the feel of her hand in his and he rubbed it gently with his thumb, causing her turn her head and gaze at him affectionately for moment before she began filling him in on their early morning mission.

If anyone noticed the exchange, they didn't let on that they did. Besides, 'no holding hands' was not a rule.

"There's been spill of... well... we aren't entirely sure exactly what it is but it's Shield's and we need to clean it up." she explained. "It spilled in a very popular park and they're getting a lot of complaints. The story is that a gas line is leaking though, so I'm guessing that's enough to deter most rational people."

"It's always a gas line," he mused thinking she could probably have come up with a better story. "Why don't we know what it is?"

She leaned in towards him, the excitement clear on her face and said gleefully, "It's alien goop. Top secret, Shield was sending it to us to find out what it was made of. Coulson says it's leftovers from the inside of one of those creatures that attacked New York. Wouldn't it have been amazing to see one alive?" she gushed. "Terrifying, of course," she added quickly she saw his alarmed expression. "It'd be a horrible idea to go up and poke one like what happened with those skelter beetles. But fascinating all the same. And now we actually get to study what's inside of them! How fun!"

Leo was amazed at how much love you could feel for someone for bubbling on about monster goo.

"Did I hear you right that we're building a vacuum?" he asked his eyes not leaving her face as he pieced together why they would need one.

"To clean up the goop." she chirped just after he guessed the answer.

He squeezed her hand before letting go and picking up a tablet to go through his inventory of parts. "Let's get started then," he said.

Fun Background

Thanks so much to everyone who read, liked or reviewed other stories. You guys are as cool as alien goop. B) (sunglasses face?) Also I am still working on Strawberry pastries I just got distracted by a squirrel (this story).

There will also be another chapter of this story. I will likely post it within the next few days.

I love the name Leo but it is weird calling Fitz that because no one does in the show.

This story is me being a romantic Fitzsimmons shipper and exploring the possibile way their relationship could go. As well as how the team may evolve (ex. Skye and May are closer, Triplett is now completely a member of the team.)

Also this is my first time writing physical interactions, like kissing, in detail. So if you have any pointers or anything feel free to tell me.

The Fringe reference in this story is the Skelter Beetles Jemma mentions. The beetles are a parasite of sheep in the other universe. A scientist named Dr. Silvia creates giant ones that can live in humans when sheep go extinct to continue his research on their enzymes which he hopes he can use to make a flu vaccine to save lives.(But he kills people with beetles...)