This my first ever fanfic. I don't know whether I want this to be a fluffy one shot, or a more dramatic multi-chapter fic. Please review and tell me whether this is good, bad, horrible, or whether to continue. Fitzsimmons for the win!
Jemma smiled as Agent Triplett complemented her jacket. Fitz said that going out to coffee with him would be a "bloody waste of time," but that was only because Simmons couldn't help with an experiment while she was gone. Of course Simmons would rather be back in the lab with Fitz, but her personal life wasn't going to form itself. Besides, Antoine was interested in her, which Fitz was not. 'Wait, am I interested in Fitz?' Jemma thought.
As the "date" progressed, Jemma had a hard time keeping her thoughts away from Fitz. Antoine wasn't as decent as earlier, and he continually moved closer to her, which was beginning to become uncomfortable. Antoine did most of the talking (mostly about himself) and after hours of listening, Jemma said she was no longer hungry and could walk back to the Bus. When Agent Triplett offered to take her back his hotel, Simmons had to use an 'important experiment' excuse to get back to the Bus. Simmons wasn't as naive as some expected her to be, and recognized what Triplett was expecting. Moving closer, wandering eyes, and the hotel offer were enough for Simmons to realize that she should get back to Fitz- wait the Bus, as quickly as possible.
Once she was back on the Bus, Jemma had to answer multiple questions. Coulson asked why she was back so late; Skye asked if the date went well (hoping it didn't, Fitz and Simmons were meant to be!); Ward asked if Triplett was doing well; and May told her to stay away from guys who "were cocky because of their high position." Fitz however, stayed silent. 'If she wants to go out with suave Agent Triplett, who am I to intervene? It's not like I've been her best friend and supportive pier the whole damn time,' Fitz muttered as he walked out of the lab. Hopefully, Simmons would forget about the afternoon and see what was right in front of her. Did she not see all the hints Fitz had been dropping?
As Fitz came into the lab the next morning, he could see Simmons was unhappy. 'No wonder. Agent Triplett left for Vienna last night. She probably misses him already,' Fitz though bitterly. With half the day already gone in silence, Fitz felt obligated to ask what was wrong. "Oh Fitz. Can't a person like another one because of personality instead of physical attractiveness and the possibility of-well, other things?" Jemma groaned.
"What? I'm sorry Jems, I didn't realize that- well- Triplett was- uh- interested in- I like you." Fitz said astonished. She didn't like Triplett.
"You're my best friend Fitz, I hope you like me," Jemma replied.
"Actually Jemma I-" Fitz paused, "I mean that I lo-" Fitz was interrupted by the doors opening. Skye and Ward walked in, Ward carrying a folder.
"Hey guys, we have an assignment taking us to Moscow, so we are having dinner early. You should join us upstairs in a couple of minutes," announced Skye."
Once they left, Simmons turned to Fitz, "Were you going to say something earlier Fitz?" she asked.
"Oh it's nothing. I'll tell you later," he replied, already thinking up a way to tell Jemma how he felt.