A/N - I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry
And One
It was late, not that you could tell, The Playground had limited natural light, and Fitz was working. He placed the probe on the glass and stood back. He noticed the rock wobble, one corner threatening to spill over, before the probe on the glass sparked, and the rock returned to its daunting solidity. Fitz stepped towards the glass case again, breathing heavily. He went to pick up the probe. He gripped it in his hand, and braced himself against the glass, his deep breaths turning gradually to sobs. He stood there for a while, not hearing the footsteps of someone entering the lab. A hand was gently placed on his shoulder, as not to scare him. He sighed and turned his head to see Skye- no Daisy, he reminded himself. She'd decided to honour her parents with the name change, not the people they had grown to be, but the people who named her that in the first place and Fitz felt he had no reason to question that, even if it did get confusing at times.
"No luck?" Daisy asked softly.
Fitz just shook his head in reply. This had been the umpteenth attempt at bringing Simmons back in the two months she'd been gone. He'd lost count after fifteen. He turned his head back to the glass and looked at the thing that seemed to live to mock him. 'I stole the thing you love most in this world strongand/strong there's nothing you can do about it.' It seemed to say, every single time he looked at it. It was mocking him, making a fool of him, probably living off of his pain and grief. His breaths became deeper again, his sadness turning into anger and pain. He slammed his fists against the glass in frustration, yelling at it, pounding it until his hands were numb, screaming until he felt hoarse. He turned back to look at Daisy, who'd moved back away from him.
"It's not fair." He murmured as he walked towards her.
"IT'S NOT FAIR!" He screamed pointing at the glass case.
"It's not fair." He sobbed, tears falling down his face.
He sat down at the chair by a nearby desk, and placed his head in his hands. Daisy slowly walked over and knelt next to him.
"I love her." Fitz breathed.
"And we spent so much time acting like idiots this year. I never actually got to tell her. Not properly." The end of his sentence was muffled by sobs raking through him again, but Daisy understood.
"You'll find her Fitz. I promise." Daisy said gently.
Fitz got up, seemingly forcing himself up and out of the chair.
"Well," he said, walking over to the glass case and ripping off the probe before tossing it, hard to the other side of the lab.
"Don't make promises you can't keep."
He left the lab after that, but Daisy knew he'd be back. He'd be back every single day until Simmons was back. Back with him again.
Did I mention I'm sorry? I cried whilst writing this, I won't lie. Thank you so much for reading the most angsty fic that I will possibly ever write.