So, warning for this chapter, there is a major character. So if that's not your thing, don't read this. But if you like angst and pain, read on! I apologize ahead of time. This is actually terrible and horrible and sad. But I saw a prompt on tumblr, and inspiration came, and this is the result.
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"Go, go! I'm right behind ya!" Fitz shouted at her as he did the last bit of tinkering on the machinery.
Simmons froze, conflicted. She glanced towards the exit of the Hydra facility they were about to cripple for good. She could just the Sky, Bobbi, and Trip turning a corner, disappearing from view. She looked back at Fitz, working quickly with both hands. Her gaze caught on the slightly slower movements of his bad hand.
"I'm not leaving, Fitz," she finally replied, a hint of urgency in her tone.
"Jemma, please, go." Fitz looked up at her, pausing his work. His faze was pleading, urging her to take steps away from him. "Go, I'll be done in thirty seconds promise. Go. I'm right behind ya."
"Fitz—"
"Jemma—"
They both stopped and Simmons just met her best friend's eyes. Best friend. She decided right then and there that she loved her best friend as more than just that. She ducked towards him, real quick, and touched her lips to his almost hesitantly. And just as quickly, she pulled away, letting his hand lingering on his bad one for just a moment longer before she stepped backwards towards the exit. Fitz watched her, stunned.
"Right behind me," she repeated, keeping her gaze level with his. "Promise?"
Fitz gaped like a fish out of water before nodding furiously. "Promise."
Simmons raced after the others, bursting outside onto the pavement. It had grown seemingly darker and colder than when they had entered the building, and a lazy drizzle wept from the clouds. Simmons felt Skye and Trip's presences right behind her, and she could see Bobbi, May, and Coulson out of her peripheral. Suddenly, Hunter came bursting out of the door she had just come through.
"I got Fitz," Lance relayed to them, and Simmons felt relief surge in her chest when she saw her best friend's silhouette in the doorway.
"He's got the bombs set off to go in a minute—" Hunter said, looking back and waiting for Fitz, who was just stepping onto the pavement.
Then the world stilled and an explosion rocked the Hydra facility, knocking all of them to the ground with a boom, the heat of the fire erasing any chill from the air. Simmons crashed to the ground hard, her hands instinctively going up to cover her head. She felt another set of hands shielding her—most likely Trip's. Heat and smoke scorched the air and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Especially when she realized how close Fitz had been to the building when it exploded.
"Fitz!" she screamed, scrambling on her hands and knees, pulling herself to her feet, racing towards the building.
"Simmons," a voice said, and she turned to see Trip's arms grab her, Skye following by his side.
Another explosion sounded, releasing a new fireball into the sky, raining debris down on them. Fear clenched in her heart and Simmons struggled out of Trip's grasp. No, no, no, she repeated over and over in her head and she raced towards the building, looking for Fitz. This couldn't be happening. Things were just getting back to normal. Or at least more normal than it had been since Hydra had unleashed its fury unto SHIELD and the rest of the world.
The rain and smoke made it hard to see. Simmons pulled wet hair away from her cheek. She heard a groan and didn't take more than a second to get to the source of the noise. Lance picked himself up from the ground, covered in dirt, mud, and blood. When he met her panicked gaze realization dawned over his face and he quickly turned to look behind him. They scanned the ground together, and somewhere behind her Simmons heard Coulson shouting, heard the rest of the team fanning out.
Then Simmons spotted a dark shape on the ground, and, knowing in her gut it was Fitz, she started off running again. She fell to her knees beside him, pulling his head into her lap. He looked up at her, his eyes fluttering weakly. He managed a smile, which broke off into a cough. Blood coated his lips.
"Fitz, oh, Fitz," she murmured, her voice breaking as tears blurred her vision. It was dark and she couldn't see his injuries, but if the blood that was now on her hands just from touching his torso was any indication, they were bad.
"Told you I'd be right behind you," he said quietly, his bad hand—now burnt and bloody—lifting up to cover one of her hands.
Despite his condition, she choked out a laugh. "What happened? The bombs—"
"Went off early, yeah," he finished. "I must've—I must have…I—"
"It's okay," she interrupted gently. "It doesn't matter. We're going to get you out of here. You're going to be just fine."
As he gave her an almost imperceptible shake of his head, tears rimming his eyes, Simmons heart plummeted in her chest. She knew, she knew that chances of him getting out of here were…slim, to say the least. She could feel, rather than hear the rest of the team start to form a circle around them. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Skye cover her mouth with one hand, could see Coulson and May share a knowing look laced through with barely hidden anguish.
"I never could tell you how I felt," Fitz murmured. And though he looked at her, his gaze seemed to get farther and farther away with each word. "Let me show you."
Then his eyes slipped shut. Simmons gave him a soft shake. "Hey, hey Fitz. Open your eyes. We're going to get you out of here. Fitz. Fitz, come on. Wake up."
"Jemma," Coulson's voice floated softly through the air. His tone was gentle, like he was speaking to a wounded animal. She was fine though. Fitz was wounded and they needed to get him out of there.
"No," she said firmly before giving her best friend another little shake. Fitz didn't respond. "Fitz, come on, open your eyes. Fitz…open your eyes. Come back, Fitz!" Tears were streaming freely down her face, making tracks in the dirt that covered her cheeks. "Come back. Come back. Fits. Fitz." Her voice broke on his name."Open your eyes, please. Please, Fitz, open your eyes! Don't leave me, Fitz! Come back….come back."
She suddenly remembered what Fitz had said about death when they had been trapped at the bottom of the ocean, the first time he had shown her how he had felt. It's just like the way life was before you were born. Which wasn't that bad, was it? Jemma decided that was bullshit, because life before she was born didn't hurt this bad.
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Awful, huh? Yeah, I'm a terrible sometimes. But I really like angst. I love writing angst. Hope you liked it anyway :)
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