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Drabble 21: Happy Birthday to Me

Simmons walked into the lab with a smile. "Morning Fitz!" she said once she saw him.

He looked up at her, blue eyes gleaming. "Morning Simmons."

"What time did you get here?" she asked as she sat down next to him.

"I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep. I think it was around five? I'm just excited about today I guess."

She looked at him over the papers she was sorting. "Is something special happening?"

He stopped what he was doing and stared at her, shocked. "Do you really not remember?"

He sounded hurt, and Simmons immediately felt bad. "Of course I do, Fitz. Happy birthday." She gave him a light smile. "It was part of a plan I had, to try to make your surprise better later. But I couldn't go through with it. I'm sorry."

Fitz smiled. "You don't have to apologize for trying to make my day better." He was quiet for a minute. "So what do you have planned for later?"

"Oh no." she said. "There's no way I'm telling you that."

"You think you can keep it from me all day?"

Simmons deflated a bit. "Why did I tell you I had something planned?"

He gave her a cocky grin. "You couldn't resist. We tell each other everything."

"Yes, we do have to stop doing that." She said with a joking smile.

Fitz tried to break her all day, but it wasn't meant to be. Coulson gave them a ton of projects to go over, which took them all morning and a good portion of the afternoon. They couldn't talk about anything but the projects, and by the time they finished Simmons smiled at him, and he knew he wouldn't have to pester her to find out what she had planned.

"It's time."

He looked up and couldn't keep the excitement from his expression. "You're not teasing me?"

"You know I can't lie." She said. "Come on."

Fitz stood up and put away the last file he had been looking at. "Great. I can't look at any more files right now. So what are we doing?"

Simmons smirked at him as she led him out of the lab. "You'll see."

Unfortunately he didn't. Right when they got to the kitchen, their cell phones buzzed. They checked them and found a message from Coulson, saying to meet at the cargo ramp immediately, and to bring supplies.

"That can't be good." Simmons said after reading the text.

Fitz groaned. "We were so close to celebrating."

Simmons patted his arm as they started walking back to the lab to get supplies. "Don't worry, Fitz. We'll celebrate as soon as we finish whatever Coulson needs us for."

They ran to the ramp with supplies and found everyone else already there.

"Alright, everyone's here." Coulson said. "We need to retrieve an artifact, and quickly. I've heard Quinn wants it, so we need to get there fast."

"What are we looking for?" Ward asked.

"A letter written to Quinn. It's a longshot, but right now it's our best chance."

They landed in the site and started the retrieval mission.

Two hours later everyone piled back onto the Bus, Coulson and Ward supporting Fitz between them.

"That sucked." Skye said.

"You could say that again." May muttered as she walked past. "The whole thing was a setup."

The men eased Fitz onto a chair, and Simmons rushed at him immediately. "Are you sure you're alright?" she asked.

He shook his head. "I'm fine. Just needed help walking."

The mission had taken them to an old warehouse Quinn had supposedly stayed at, to find a letter for him that arrived after he left. Everyone had weapons on them, even Fitz and Simmons, and they'd split into pairs to search the place for the small letter. Fitz went with Skye. Everything went fine until they saw others in the distance. Coulson ordered them to evacuate, and they made it just in time. But Fitz tripped on the way out and sprained his ankle. And to make matters worse, his head hit the concrete floor hard enough to make him see black spots for a few minutes.

That was why he was supported onto the Bus, and why he felt complete embarrassment as everyone looked at him. His head was clear now, though he did have a bit of an ache to it. His ankle he knew would take a few days to recover. He'd just have to walk carefully.

The mission was a dud, and he had made their escape closer than it should have been. He sighed. "I want to go to my room, if you don't mind."

"That's no problem." Simmons said. "I'll help you."

Coulson patted his shoulder. "Don't worry about anything, Fitz. Just rest up."

Fitz let Simmons help support him, and started carefully hobbling towards his room.

"You don't have to be embarrassed." She said to him quietly once they were alone. "Everyone trips at some point."

"I guess." He said. She helped him into his room and lingered there for a minute. He knew she wanted to help, but he needed to be alone. "Please leave." He said. "It's not you, but I need some time to myself."

She nodded and left, closing the door softly behind her. Fitz leaned back on his bed and closed his eyes. Happy birthday to me, he thought.

"Fitz? Fitz, wake up."

He felt his shoulder being shaken and slowly came out of sleep, blinking. Jemma was standing next to him. He must have been really asleep, because he almost always woke up when she knocked. And Jemma always knocked first.

"I have a surprise for you." She said. "Are you feeling better?"

He sat up and smiled. "Much." He was over his embarrassment mostly, and realized he didn't want to be alone. He stretched and carefully stood up, careful to keep weight off his bad ankle. It moved and he winced, and Jemma was inspecting it in a second.

"You should wear a splint." She said. "I'll make you one once we get to the kitchen."

"Why are we going to the kitchen?" he asked as he started hobbling.

Her eyes sparkled as she helped him along, but she didn't answer. A few minutes later they were there.

"Surprise!" Everyone cried.

Fitz grinned from ear to ear. Coulson, May, Skye, and Ward were all gathered in the kitchen, and there was a birthday cake on the counter, and a few small gifts next to it.

"Happy birthday, Fitz." Skye said.

"I thought no one but Simmons knew." Fitz said.

Coulson stepped forward. "I know it wasn't the best day for you, but we thought this might make up for it."

Fitz took a seat so Simmons could work on his splint, and the team circled loosely around him. It was great, probably one of the best birthday parties he'd had in some time.