What is Motherly Love?

Location: The playground

Leopold Fitz: 27 years old

(Sorry agentmarymargaretskitz, I know you didn't want this to happen.)

Everyone missed Trip. No one slept the night he died because he was gone and that was it, dead means you're dead, Trip wasn't dead; he was turned to ash and that was enough to drive an entire team crazy. Skye was wide awake in her infirmary unit, she couldn't help but feel so responsible for his downfall and all she had was constant blood tests, all she wanted to do was sit and cry. "Skye." Bobbi said gently knocking on the glass window, the girl looked up at her tall friend, "Clara's on the phone for you."

"Oh." Skye rose from her seat and opened the small compartment so Bobbi could get the phone in, "Thanks." He placed the phone to her ear, "Clara?"

"Skye sweetie, are you okay? I heard what happened." Clara said comfortingly, ever since Skye had met Leo's Mother the two had become very close and they cared for one another, the age gap might be close because of time travel but Clara had some Motherly standards when it came to Skye and the inhuman had never had a Mother (yet) but Clara was someone she told everything.

"Clara, I'm scared." Skye muttered into the phone.

"I know, I know what's changed in you and it's okay." Clara said smoothly.

"It's not okay, I'm caused it—I'm the reason-" Skye cut herself off when Jemma walked past, "I killed Trip."

"No! Don't say that, you didn't kill Trip and the powers aren't your fault." Clara told her, "Please don't blame yourself and trust me if anyone's going to find out first, my son will and he will keep you safe, he has an act for that."

"Okay." Skye choked, "Actually I haven't seen Fitz all day, he's trying to fix my watch, he seems to be taking everything slowly like everyone else around here."

"Take care of yourself Skye and can you ask someone to check on my son for me, he'll care about everyone else before himself and I've seen his medical charts, you know what happens when he's stressed?" Clara said sadly.

"I will." Skye muttered, "Thank you Clara."

"Goodbye Skye." With that Clara hung up the phone.

"Bobbi!" Skye called, her friend jogged over, "Can you get Mack to check on Fitz? Clara's wants that and I do too, he can get easily stressed."

"Yes of course." Bobbi answered taking the phone out of the compartment.

"Fitz slow down, can you calm down a bit?" Mack asked, "You're going to stress yourself out."

"I just need to fix this, okay?" Fitz said turning back to his work, truth is he was very close to fixing Skye's watch but he's head was burning.

"The order to make sure you were alright came from your Mum." Mack told him.

"Then where is she?" Fitz snapped.

"On a mission of her own." Mack told him.

"Okay." Fitz stopped for a moment as his hands began to shake, he knew what was wrong and he knew what he needed to do; his attacks were beginning to happen less since Skye force feed him medication but they were still horrible. He hated them because it challenged who he was, it would first kill his head with pain and then his limbs would become weaker then he'd fall flat on his back for a few seconds and then he'd become conscious again. Everyone on the team has helped him through one or more, they all knew when one would happen because they all cared about him; Skye and Mack were the ones who helped him with them most but there had been times when he had been with May or Hunter, no person judged him for it; they judged Ward for it.

"Maybe you need a break Turbo." Mack said softly stepping forward; his comforting tone had now caught the intension of Jemma who stepped over.

"I don't need a break; I just need to finish this." Fitz moaned, he dropped the tool and hit his hand off the table really hard, "For goodness sake." He cried.

"Fitz...maybe you should sit down." Jemma suggested, "Have you taken your medication today?"

"I haven't had time and Skye's normally the one who forces it down my throat." He muttered sarcastically.

Mack and Jemma started to talk to one another about Fitz but he didn't even seem to notice, his hearing stopped and their voices became like distant echoes, he tried to hold onto the side but his hands didn't seem to listen to what his brain was saying; he tried to say something but his vocals were also locked. Mack and Jemma stopped talking when they noticed how wobbly Fitz had become, Mack stepped forward just as Fitz fell back he caught the boy and sat him down on the ground, sometimes Fitz would lose control but he wouldn't lose consciousness, he'd just need to sit down for a while. "I'll get some water." Jemma said smoothly.

"You okay Turbo?" Mack questioned, Fitz's voice still didn't seem to want to work but his head managed to nod a little, his friend helped him prop himself up on the wall, "Seems your Mum and Skye were worried for a good reason." Fitz took that in, Clara had been right and he had chosen not to listen because he was too much like his Father, to proud and self righteous.

"Here." Jemma sat down next to Fitz cupping his hands, he didn't feel the grip straight; she placed the water in his hands but she kept her around it because he wasn't strong enough to hold it. Mack stayed down on one knee near his friend as Jemma guided him to drinking his water, Hunter trailed in and then froze, Mack nodded at him and he gave Fitz a friendly look.

"More." Fitz mumbled at Jemma, he leant his head back into the door.

"Hunter, could you get more water please?" Jemma said holding up the cup.

"Yes, of course." Hunter told the cup and walked to the water dispenser.

"Fitz, you need to stop going too far." Jemma said stroking hair out of his forehead, "You are using your brain too much and you're not letting your heart have a chance to shine."

"I can't Jemma, I have to work." Fitz told her weakly, "It's what I'm good at."

"You are good at many things not just science, you are compassionate, honest, loyal and brave; all you need to do is stop being so hard on yourself.

"Here you go mate." Hunter said handing Fitz the water; the engineer downed it all in one.

"I'm going to get your medication, do you need anything else?" Jemma questioned.

"No, I think I'm good." Fitz told her, she got up and walked out of the room to collect his medicine.

"Do you want to get up yet?" Mack asked.

"Two seconds." Fitz said holding his head, "Give me two seconds."

"Whatever you need." Mack stated, Fitz leant his head and closed his eyes tightly; he placed his palms flat on the ground and guided himself up, he placed his hands on the lab table and pulled himself up, he wobbled a little on and Mack held out a hand to help him but he shook his head.

"I can do it." Fitz said hesitantly, "I'm going to have a lie down." He balanced himself on the wall and guided himself out of the room, Jemma watched him from afar as he walked into the comfort living area where Bobbi was stationed, the woman stood up to allow Fitz to sit down and rest.

"Your Mum left me with a number." Bobbi said handing Fitz a piece of paper, "I love phoning my Mum when I'm sad, you should really try it." She placed a phone in his other hand; she then trailed out of the room as Fitz dialled the number.

"Hello?" Clara's voice asked in her usual playful tone.

"Clara?" Fitz started, "Can we talk?" He knew one day he would feel comfortable enough to call her Mum.

"Of course baby boy, what do you want to talk about?" Clara asked.

"Everything." Fitz cried.

"That's a lot of things" Clara chuckled sadly back, "I'm listening."

I was very sick last night and this might not be finished until Saturday or Sunday, I'm still not well and I don't write as well. I'm also sorry if my grammar is off but I suffer from mild dyslexia and I have poor eyesight in total - I should really wear my glasses!