It was now two days since Jemma had been taken from her orphanage home and moved to this huge building in America, but she still didn't now where. Somewhere secluded, because all she could see from her window was trees for miles around. Director Fury, as she now called Mr. Nick from the orphanage, had given her a pass that gave her access to her room, the library, and the room of her partner, whom she was supposed to meet that day.
She knew nothing about who they were giving her for a partner. A boy, or a girl? British like her, African, American, Indian, she didn't care. Just so long as he wasn't one of those Scots. Ugh she hated Scottish men. So vulgar and full of liquor. A scottish girl wouldn't be that bad, and young men can always be turned away from bad habits with time and dedication…
Jemma rose up from her bed where she had been reading a required book on quantum physics and the string theory, and decided to pick up another book in the library. She would pick up another book, but not on quantum physics and string theory. Jemma wanted a challenge, but she had never been that interested in physics. It was biochem that really caught her attention.
She ran through the hallways with her book clutched to her chest heading to the library, relishing in the fact that the hallways as the college aged students training to be field agents that lived in that section were in their classes. Jemma slowed to a jog as she neared the library, but that didn't stop her from crashing to the ground when she hit what seemed to be an invisible wall. Brushing her hair out of her face, (I should really be wearing all this in a ponytail. She thought inwardly) she looked up to see a boy shimmer into view. He had a sturdy, square build, and he could not have been much older than she. Some of the girls that she had been living with for the past eight years would have considered him "cute."
"Oi! You bloody broke my watch! I've been working on this thing for more than a year!" The boy's reddish-brown curls nearly covered his angry blue eyes. "Do you have any idea how mush this equipment cost?"
"I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were there!" Jemma tried to apologize to the boy, but was so flustered at the realization that he had been invisible because of his watch. "Maybe if you hadn't been sneaking around like that I wouldn't have broken your watch."
"Oh you're a Sassenach. No wonder you crashed into me." His face was a furious shade of red. "You clumsy little-"
"So that's how it's going to be. Fine then. I won't be talking to you, you Jock." Jemma stood up, brushed herself off, swished her hair, and flounced off, heading back to her dormitory. "Little freaking jerk. Thinks he's so smart. Him and his special expensive equipment."
"She continued to walk down the hallway, straight into the back of a certain Nick Fury. He turned around quickly, as if he was being attacked. Then again, he did have no idea what hit him.
"Oh. It's you, Simmons. I have another agent-in-training out looking for your new partner, who also seems to have wandered off. He's probably looking for the labs. But he won't be able to get in." They both turned as two pairs of footsteps belonging to two different people came down the hallway. "Here they are now."
One of the figures was tall, lithe, and slender; a young woman with tanned skin, straight brown hair, and piercingly blue eyes, probably a field agent in her last stages of training. The other figure, which was male, Jemma recognized all too well. It was the ginger haired, blue eyed little jock she had literally run into before. His eyes narrowed as he recognized her. His blue eyes…
Fury cleared his throat, probably trying to break the silence that had fallen over the empty hallway. "Simmons, meet Leo Fitz. Fitz, meet Jemma Simmons.
When they simply stood there glaring at each other, Fury said, "Well, shake hands. Say hello. You two will be partners until the end of your career here at S.H.E.I.L.D., so it would be best to get to know each other sooner rather than later."
"Fitz." Jemma shook his hand with what she hoped was one of her best smiles.
"Simmons" Leo smirked.
"Hey, that has a bit of a bit of a ring to it. FitzSimmons. Maybe we should start calling them that, Director Fury. It would save us breath." The unknown agent noted.
"Good idea, agent Hill. Alright FitzSimmons. This way to your lab." He led them along the many hallways that never seemed to end. Jemma made a mental note to memorize them. Finally, they reached a silver door with the familiar S.H.E.I.L.D. crest on it. Above the keypad next to the door, there was a plaque reading S.H.E.I.L.D. Laboratory.
"You're lucky it's so close to your rooms." Agent Hill muttered into Jemma's ear, startling her.
"You two must wait in here. Your professor will be in soon. I hope you're ready for some serious and vigorous training." Fury punched in a code on the keypad and the two new partners walked in and sat down at the central table, avoiding each other's gazes. Jemma opened her physics book, which she was still holding, and reread the section referring to the origin of string theory.
After a bit of waiting, the professor walked in the room and told them that they would have to do a test to see where they were in their studies. Jemma was to make a tranquilizer, and the Fitz boy was to make a pistol especially for it.
Two hours into their work, the professor left to go check on one of his patients that had been accidentally exposed to pure gamma radiation. Shortly after, Jemma finished her tranquilizer.
"Oh Fitz," She called out in a singsong voice. "Are you done yet?" She turned to see her new partner slouched in his spinny chair, sipping a soda, his black and silver pistol polished and sitting by his hand.
"I've been done for some time now. I came from a pretty tough school. We were expected to make things that Tony Stark himself would be jealous of before we could even eat breakfast there." He sat up and rolled his chair over to her. "I saw how you had to scrap your first try. Too much Rigor Mortis. Needed more paralysis. You should have been finished long before me. I suppose you came from a pretty good school too, huh?"
Jemma blushed. "Actually, I came from a London orphanage. I won a college level science fair with a super-cat formula I created myself. That's how Fury found me. I have never had any training outside of my Biology and Chemistry 2 classes." She found herself smiling at his astonished look. "Maybe you can teach me a few things."
Fitz' eyes took on a mock arrogant look. :Oh, I don't think I can put up with teaching a smart alek Sassenach. They would probably try to weasel me into taking a lesson in worm dissection as payment. My stomach is't strong enough for that."
"Well, fine. I guess I'm not too keen on being taught by brainless jocks named Leo." Jemma continued the joke, enjoying this period of what seemed to be peace between them.
"You can call me Fitz, Simmons." Fitz muttered as he wheeled back over to his pistol to polish it up.
And Jemma found she really liked the way the way he said her name.
Authors Note: So yeah this chapter came out pretty fast, so Don't expect the next one to come in so quickly. I have to write it out, then type it up. Soooooooooo yeah.
If you have any ideas for future chapters, I have the main storyline figured out, but I'll still need filler.
And did anyone else nearly cry when you saw Fitz and Simmons faces at different times in the commercial for episode 7 in two weeks? I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS! Post comments on your ideas.
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