What are the point of memories?
Location: The playground and the trap street (I know, I know.)
Leopold Fitz: 28 years old.
Fitz held his head with both his hands, his left leg wobbled and he felt like he could be sick at any moment, the moment was short lifted because he ran out the room past Jemma and into the toilet but nothing came up, he balanced his head on the wall and moaned. The door clicked open and Hunter's voice entered the room, "Are you okay mate?" He asked Fitz, the scientist wanted him to go away but he knew that Jemma had sent him.
"Fine." Fitz called back.
"It's not..." Hunter started.
"No, it's not one of my episodes. I think it's something else." Fitz said stepping out of the cubicle, "My head and stomach hurts but nothing, maybe it's just something normal, like something human. Human diseases affect me more than you lot because I'm half alien."
"Or maybe after all our missions have finally come back to haunt you, everyone else has unknown broken bones." Hunter stated, "Jemma should check you over." Fitz nodded, the two walked out and Fitz walked into Jemma's lab.
"Sit down then." Jemma said gesturing to the seat, she checked him over for what felt like hours and Fitz started to fall asleep. "Hey sleepy head, you can go to bed now and sleep the pain away. You have a lump on the back of your head, probably where you fell off the running machine, I heard it was funny but I like you too much to laugh." Jemma would always wish she had said love instead of like, "The broken ribs are nearly fixed so...you've been breathing through that all along."
"You know me." Fitz stated.
"I do." Jemma told him, "Now off to bed with you." She ordered.
"I'm going." He got up and walked down to his bunker, he slid the door open and closed it; he lay down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. He missed being on the plane, their used to be a gap between his and Daisy's bunk, it was just big enough to throw little notes through; the two got in trouble for waking everyone up with laughter. In the playground the bunkers were alone and much more roomer than the ones that had been on the plane, in one way Fitz loved the solitude but one the other hand he missed having laughs with Daisy.
Fitz started to drift off to sleep, he soon heard the noise of everyone else getting into their bunkers; he heard his door slide open, "He's asleep." Daisy's voice muttered, she closed the door again, "How bad were his ribs?" She whispered to Jemma.
"Not too bad, I just wrapped them up and ordered him to go to sleep." Jemma smiled, "See in you in the morning." Jemma said climbing into her bunker.
Hours past and all the night shift agents would hear was the echoed snores of the team, Fitz was cosy and actually sleeping for a change, that was until his phone went off. He cracked his eyes open and he reached for his phone, "Hello?" The call must have been important because Fitz quietly got dressed and slowly rose from his bunker; he tiptoed out past the sleeping guards and out of the playground.
He didn't know how or why but his feet took him out, they controlled him and told him where to go but part of him knew that it wasn't a good thing, he walked down an odd looking path way. "Hello?" He muttered, "Hello?" He then froze to the spot and slowly street lamps lit up, Missy, Ward and Ashildr stepped forward, "What do you want?"
Bobbi and Hunter had woken up bright and early so they could beat Daisy to the gym, Bobbi had never accounted for Hunter being so grumpy about it, she grabbed his arm and pulled him up the ramp but they never made it to the gym because they were bombarded by the noise of the night shift agents, "What's wrong?" Bobbi asked.
"Ward was here but only for a second, then he was gone and he had Agent Fitz." One of the agents explained.
"Where's Fitz now?" Bobbi questioned.
"Out there but I'm not letting him in until we know there is no threat." The boss agent said, he didn't know that Bobbi and Hunter weren't good at following orders when it came to their greatest friends, the ex-couple shot one look at each other and they bolted towards the main door, "Don't open it!" The man screamed, Hunter pressed the button before anyone could stop him and the door slid open.
Fitz was laid unconscious on the ground floor but no one else was in view, Bobbi walked forward and bent down next to her friend, "Fitz?" She questioned smoothly, Hunter hovered by the door, Bobbi looked up at him, "Get Jemma." She told him, he nodded and jogged off towards the bunkers. "Fitz, can you hear me?" She questioned, the boy groaned and slowly opened his eyes, he closed his eyes again and moaned quietly.
"Fitz." Jemma ran down the corridor still wearing her pyjamas, Hunter walked behind her, "Is he okay?"
"No idea." Bobbi replied.
Jemma placed a hand on Fitz's shoulder and he jumped up in shock, "Hey, it's okay." He breathed deeply and leant up on the wall, "It's fine."
"How—how did I get here?" Fitz asked.
Daisy, Bobbi and Jemma finally persuaded Fitz to go to sleep after he had calmed down and that he had been checked over for injury, "Go now." Daisy pushed his back gently, "We'll wake you up in three hours." Fitz nodded and walked off, he felt a sharp pain in his neck and he let out a sharp breath; he placed his hand on it and rubbed it gently, he ignored it and went to bed. He should have really gone back to Jemma because a mysterious tattoo appearing on your neck was not something to take lightly.