A/N : Based on a prompt by Write World. I don't own Agents of SHIELD and no profit is made out of this.
Pairing : Fitzsimmons.
Spoiler alert : Takes place after the events of 1x22.

What's the password?

It had been days, maybe even a month since she swam out of the ocean, dragging Fitz's body behind her. She pretended she didn't count the days since he was in a coma and everyone pretended to believe her, accepting the vague count of the amount of time that had passed. But when she was alone in their lab – she refused to think it was going to be hers or hers to share with someone else than Fitz, he would wake up, he had to – she couldn't pretend anymore. It had been exactly three weeks, two days, eight hours and approximately ten minutes. She could feel his absence everywhere she went on the bus: in the lab when she was working, in the lounge where they relaxed after a long day of work, even in her bunk where they used to watch Doctor Who some nights. He had been right after all, she had indeed been beside him the whole damn time and now it felt like she had no landmarks anymore. She needed him more she had cared to admit and now it may be to late to tell him so.

No one knew exactly what happened down there, in the box. She had told the team that only one could use the device to swim til the surface, but she didn't tell how it happened. Fitz's words were hers to keep. They kept playing round in her head, repeating everytime she lost focus on what she was doing. How could she have been so oblivious to how Fitz felt about her? And mostly, did his confession change anything about her feelings? Was it pity, now that he was dying and had decided to sacrifice himself to save her and that she was alive? Or had it only opened her eyes to what she had not dared to think all those times? She couldn't find the courage to tell anyone about this, not even to Skye – and after all what was the point of her telling them, they probably knew it along. Now that she knew, she could put together all the pieces of the puzzle that was her relationship with Fitz.

They had a new assignment today. She had to study one of the new devices Coulson needed for the next recruiting mission for the new SHIELD agency. She was ridiculously clever, there was no doubt about it, but the engineering had always been Fitz's field. She needed the plan of a project he had been working on that was on his laptop. She had been sitting with the computer on her laps for about two hours but she couldn't do it. She stared blankly at the homepage not daring to enter the password. Instead she thought about her time with him before. How she would mock him when he got too excited about something, or everytime he talked about monkeys. How she would felt guilty about the time she brought that dead cat in the lab – even though she refused to admit it – which was why she often made him sandwiches or brought him snacks, to replace the meal he couldn't eat that day. How she would sneak in his bunk, at night, after a rough mission that had shaken her up a bit. How they were Fitzsimmons to everyone they ever met, as if one part could not function without the other. May drew her back to reality, addressing her when she entered the lab.

"How is it going? Do you have what Coulson asked?"
"Erm.." She snap out of her thoughts. "I need something on Fitz's lab." She pointed at the screen with her head.
"And? What's the password?" She frowned. "Don't tell me you don't know his password? You're Fitzsimmons, for god's sake, you have no secrets." She rolled her eyes. "Should I call Skye?"
"Skye? Why? Oh.. no.. It's ok." She tried to place a reassuring smile on her face. "I'll be finished in two hours at most."
"Whatever."

May left and Simmons began to gaze at the screen again. She knew the password. But if she entered it, everything would become real. She took a deep breath before slowly clicking on the keys.
J. E. M. M. A.
Enter.

Later that day, after she had finished her assignment, she decided to pass by the hospital wing, where Fitz was kept. Slowly opening the door, she watched him from afar a little while. He looked so peaceful. He really looked like he was the Fitz she knew, her bestfriend, her anchor in this world. It was what scared her the most: him waking up and she discovering that her Fitz was gone. Although she prepared herself for this eventuality, she couldn't fully prepare herself. She had still hope nothing would have changed and that they could restart things where they had left them. She walked to the bed and sat by the chair beside it, taking his hand in hers.

"So.. I did this thing for Coulson today. It was engineering and I did it without your help, be proud." She laughed a little, to mask the tears forming in her eyes. "But I wished you were there today. I could have used a little help, I guess." She paused. "And I kinda wished you were there yesterday too, and the day before that. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I miss you and I want you to come back because I can't be Fitzsimmons on my own." She moved towards him, stroking his hair gently. "So please, please, please, come back." She kissed his forehead lightly then stood up. She headed towards the door, fighting her tears, when she turned back and added in a matter-of-factly tone: "Oh, and I changed your password, just so you know."

She had been asleep for two hours – and Fitz had been asleep for three weeks, two days, twenty hours and approximately sixteen minutes – when Skye knocked on her door, waking her up.

"What is it? Is it Fitz? Are we under attack?" she asked nervously.
"It's Fitz. He has woken up. And he's asking for you." Skye answered, smiling.

The 10 minutes walk between her room and the hospital wing seemed to be lasting ten hours to her. She was dreading to see him. And afraid, of what she'll discover. He was sitting in his bed when she found him, talking to a doctor. As soon as he noticed her, a smile formed on his lips and she ran in to him, throwing herself in his arms – if she hurt him with her not so appropriate manners, he did not say a thing. But he whispered something slowly in her ears.

"What's the password?"
"You'll have to find out." She said, smiling playfully, thinking back to earlier today when she replaced it with something just as simple, coming directly of her heart: I love you too.

A/N: What did you think of it? I hope my english's not too bad and that i'm not too ooc, it's my first piece of writing for this fandom.