Who are you?

Location: The playground

Leopold Fitz: 27 years old

Fitz was falling asleep in his seat, he had done it a lot before but he normally had Jemma to push him back up again but she had left and he was alone. He wasn't alone but he thought he was, Skye tried her best but he kept pushing her out as soon as he sensed that she was trying to become close again he'd walk away. Mack was the only one who could truly communicate with the boy, he could speak for him unlike everyone else and it boosted Fitz's self-esteem a little but he still wasn't one hundred percent. "Turbo." Mack said walking it, Fitz snapped his eyes open and looked up at his friend, "The boss wants you."

"Oh-um, okay." Fitz got down and yawned.

"When did you last sleep?" Mack asked.

"Hey, I aspect - ur questions like that from Skye, not from you," Fitz said slightly annoyed.

"Sorry, I was just checking," Mack said backing off as Fitz walked past toward Coulson's office.

Skye walked in, "What's wrong with Mr Grumpy?" She asked.

"Over tiredness," Mack replied.

Fitz nodded on Coulson's office door, "Come in." He clicked the door open and entered.

"You wanted me, Sir," Fitz said closing door behind him.

"You have visitors, Fitz." Coulson said standing up from behind his desk, "They're s in block B; they want to talk to you."

"Okay, but if it's another -another, counsellor I'm quitting," Fitz said crossing his arms together.

"Trust me, they're not counsellors and we are never making that mistake again." Coulson sighed, "Go on, they're waiting." He ordered. Fitz held his head and nodded; he turned around and clicked the door open, "And Fitz, good luck."

"Thanks." Fitz didn't know why he thanked Coulson; he didn't even know why he needed good luck. Who could it be? Come to think about it, who could it be? Fitz didn't know and he was normally very clever but he had no idea who it could be. He didn't know that it was his parents, that thought never even crossed his mind because a lot of things changed after the accident and one of the biggest things to change was that he didn't hold hope anymore, so his comics and his models had been put away; they were just stories, weren't they?

Fitz placed his hand on the doorknob; he didn't know that on the other side of that door was the two people who brought him into the world; the parents he had always wanted to know. He opened the door and closed it behind him, he heard a chair scrape across the ground and fall down, for some reason he didn't turn around at first because the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He heard muttered noises and then a chair been picked up, he then heard the shuffling of feet and then silence apart from the slight hum of an engine. "I know that sound." He muttered, he turned on his heel.

The noise he made was almost animal-like, it was high pitched squeak and then the heavy breathing that came next was like a mini panic attack, "No-no." He muttered to himself, he placed his hands on his knees and breathed in deeply through his nose.

"Leo." Clara's voice said gently, "Is that really you?"

"No-no, words—not words. You left, you left—me alone, how-" He buried his face in his hands and he once again span on the spot.

"Leo, honey please sit down and take a deep breath," Clara said in a Motherly fashion.

The sound of a baby crying broke the tension, Fitz looked up and the TARDIS where the crying was coming from. Fitz's eyes trailed up to his birth Father, who looked at Clara and she nodded; he walked into the TARDIS leaving Clara with her first born, "How?" Fitz finally got out.

"I'll explain baby boy, please just sit down." Clara felt tears brimming in her eyes, Fitz stepped forward and sat opposite her, "I'll take you back to the start."

"Don't you think that Fitz is always on edge?" Skye asked Mack.

"I suppose but he has had a lot of trauma for a boy so young." Mack told her, "Want to play on the Xbox?"

"Only if we play something I want to play." Skye told him, "Wait, Fitz promised me he was going to print something out. Let me check his desk." She walked over to Fitz's desk, it was very messy and Skye's OCD was not very happy, she found herself placing things into piles and then searching the piles for her printing, she moved a pile and Leo's medication bottle fell to the ground. Skye bent down to grab it and noticed that the bottle was full to the brim, it looked untouched and unopened. "Mack look at this."

"What?" Her friend asked.

"I don't think Fitz has been taking his medication." Skye said holding out the bottle, "No wonder he seems to have got worse."

"What the date on it?" Mack questioned.

Skye looked over the bottle, "He was given it a few months ago, right around the time Jemma left."

"You need to report this to Coulson," Mack told her.

"On it." She jogged out; she wasn't going to break her promise to Clara now was she? She knocked on Coulson's office door and invited herself in, "Coulson."

"Yes, Skye." He looked up at her and noticed that she was pale, she looked worried and concerned. "What's wrong?"

"Fitz hasn't been taking his medication." She said holding up the bottle, "At all."

"I'll talk to him about it later," Coulson told her.

"No, he trusts Mack more. He should sit down with him and talk to him, where is he?" Skye asked.

"He's meeting his parents," Coulson told her.

Skye opened her mouth agape and had to place her hand over it so she didn't catch flies, "That's big, I mean that's huge."