So, here's the thing, I have a paylist on my phone with songs that make me think of FitzSimmons (yeah, there are lots of them) and I've decided to write short fics inspired on them.

I have some ideas to start but I accept prompts, all you have to do is tell me a song that reminds you about FitzSimmons and a situation that could fit with it.

I'm Spanish so please, forgive me for any posible mistakes.

I own nothing, ABC and Marvel do.

Hope you like it!

I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made.

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape

'Cause I'm not fine at all.

- Amnesia by 5 Seconds of Summer.

"What?" she asked shrugging.

"What what?" he asked instead of answering.

"You've been staring at me for almost ten minutes now" she said, a bit upset.

"Sorry, I was just thinking" he apologized looking away, feeling embarrassed.

I'm an idiot, she is my hallucination, I can look at her until I get tired.

"About what, if I may ask?" she asked again shortening the distance between them.

God, she never stopped asking questions. As if she cared, Fitz thought.

Well, maybe she did. In fact, that was the problem, she was the only one who cared and she wasn't even real. Not Skye or Coulson, neither May or Mack, even the real Jemma didn't care. And, after all, he knew we wasn't talking to anyone but to himself, to a part of him that was dying to express his feelings out loud. And that was quite sad, actually.

"I was wondering uhm..." he started, doubtful "If it would have been better if I had woken up with amnesia instead of, you know uhm... hipoxia"

"Oh, Fitz, you shouldn't say that!" she exclaimed horrified.

I can say whatever I want, I'm talking to myself.

"I'm serious" he said, of course he was, he would never joke about that. "It would have been better, you know uhm... not remembering anything. To forget about uhm... you"

"About her" she corrected him with a smile.

"Yeah, about her" he agreed. "About her perfect English accent, about her bright hazel eyes or maybe just to forget the way she used to smile at me every morning irradiating all that energy that made me feel so weak" he made a pause "And now every time I close my eyes I can see her right where you are, crying, telling me that she was leaving for a while, giving me no reason at all"

But I know. She left because she didn't feel the same way, because I'm damaged.

The bare thought about it made him so angry that he hit the table, making the device he was working on falling to the floor and breaking into pieces.

"Damn it!" he cursed.

He knelt to pick the pieces up but all of a sudden he started trembling uncontrollably, making it impossible for him to even caught one of them with his inutile hands. He stood up, incapable of stopping shaking.

As soon as he felt the first tear running down his cheek, he turned, so hologram Jemma couldn't see him crying.

But as said, it was his hallucination, so sure she knew he was crying. She walk towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder, as the real Jemma used to do. He placed his hand over hers, and just for a second he allowed himself to believe it was real, as if it were the real Jemma who was touching him, comforting him. Because if it wasn't for those little moments, he would have given up the day she abandoned him.

"She'll come back" she assured him, caressing him softly "She'll come back and everything will be ok".

This is it! What do you think?

As I said, leave me reviews with your opinions and new prompts, I'll be happy to read them and write them.

See you soon!