Drabble 22: I'd Be Lost Without You

A/N: Alternate ending to the escape from HYDRA. Requested by Awesome Girl. Warning: Feelings may rise when reading this drabble. All I can promise is that I don't do tragic endings.

*I do however like to cause major feels!*

Read if you dare… I hope you like it!

Bobbi pulled Simmons along the corridors quickly, looking for any signs of being followed. They ran to the stairs and found some men there, who quickly realized who Bobbi and Simmons were, and that they were enemies.

"Go upstairs." Bobbi told her. "I'll be right behind you." She swung her pipe to illustrate her point, and watched as Simmons ran up to the roof.

"Alright boys." She said. "Let's have a little fun."

Two minutes later she ran up the stairs, closing the door at the top behind her. "There's more coming. We need to move fast."

Simmons nodded. "But where do we go? We're on a roof."

Bobbi pulled out her phone and glanced at it, and then smiled. "We jump."

She started towards the edge of the roof, pulling Simmons behind her. "Are you crazy?" Simmons cried.

"Yes!" Bobbi said. "But trust me anyway! Jump!"

They jumped, and Simmons screamed for a second. Then they tumbled into the plane that had been waiting close by, and Bobbi smiled as she stood and helped Simmons recover.

"See?" she asked. "You just need a bit of faith."

"We're being followed." Trip said.

Bobbi's smile faded as she went next to him to find out their situation. She looked back at Simmons and frowned. "Looks like we're not out of the woods yet."

Fitz stayed just outside the room as Skye and the others watched the plane's progress. They had been told that Simmons and Bobbi needed a quick escape from HYDRA, and now watched with bated breath as the plane that carried their teammates tried to get back to them. They were being pursued by HYDRA agents, and closely.

All he could see was dots of light on a screen that represented the planes, steadily moving. They had contact with the plane, but they couldn't talk much as they were being chased.

He couldn't be in the room with everyone else. He still wasn't sure what he thought of Simmons. Of course he still loved her, but she had really hurt him. And then she'd left with no real explanation. Needless to say they had some things to work out. But as hurt as he was, he wanted her back safely more than anything. That was why he was waiting like this, worrying ceaselessly and listening for any sudden changes.

"They're right on our tail." Bobbi said over the com. I don't know if we can shake them. I'm taking an alternate route to try and lose them."

"Sounds good." Coulson said. "Just keep the com link on, and tell us how it's going."

"I will."

Fitz paused in his pacing and looked in again. The dot that represented the pursuer was alarmingly close to their plane, almost on top of it.

"We're gonna try something a bit risky." Bobbi said. "I'll tell you how it works."

"Bobbi, wait-!" Coulson started to say. He stopped when they heard a horrible static sound, and then something even worse: silence. "Bobbi?" Coulson asked. "Bobbi, answer me!"

He touched the monitor to see if it had frozen, and then cursed and looked down, putting a hand to his head.

Fitz felt something inside him change. He didn't care about staying out in the hallway anymore. He burst into the room and walked up to the monitor. "There's got to be something we can do." He said. "They probably just lost communication; it should be an easy fix."

Coulson stopped him from continuing with a look. "There's nothing we can do Fitz."

Skye stepped forward. "You mean we're giving up."

"When do we ever give up, Skye?" Coulson responded seriously. "May, take us to the last coordinates we have for the plane. We're recovering our team."

Fitz felt focus push away the numbness that had started creeping into him, and held on to it dearly. He needed to be ready for anything, and couldn't afford to be stricken dumb by grief. He didn't have anything to grieve about. Not yet at least. He silently added that he wouldn't period. They would fix this.

They searched the area and found no sign of their teammates. There was rubble, though, a piece of the wing of the plane. A quick scan confirmed it to be theirs.

Fitz felt that numbness start trying to take over again, and searched harder than ever to keep it at bay. He searched the longest of all of them. He had no idea how much time passed, but eventually Coulson came up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Enough, Fitz." He said. "We have to go. There's nothing here."

"You can't just give up on them!" he yelled.

Coulson took his hand away. "I'm not. But there's nothing else for us to do here. We can keep searching on the Bus."

Fitz took a deep breath. "Right. Sorry."

"I know this is hard for you. But we'll get them back. Bobbi's been through plenty of similar situations."

"But Simmons hasn't." Fitz said.

Coulson gave him a reassuring look. "Simmons is resourceful. And besides," he added, "Bobbi will help her if she needs it. I'm sure they're fine."

Fitz took his word for it and walked back onto the Bus.

It was a few days before they found any signs of their teammates. Each day Fitz felt his hope fade, and after two days it vanished completely. He felt empty, just barely managing to keep a straight face in front of the others. He knew his work was worth nothing, and he didn't care. But when he was alone he grieved. He lay on his bunk and thought of the last time he had seen her, and all of his conflicted feelings found peace while he did. On the third day he still hadn't felt any change, and the others started to notice it.

That afternoon he felt it. There was a call to Coulson, and the Director asked them all to meet in the lounge. When Fitz entered he hadn't a thought on his mind, but one sprang into it when he walked into that room.

"Jemma." He said.

She smiled and walked up to him. "Hello Fitz."

"I got a call this morning from Bobbi, saying to come pick them up." Coulson said. "Apparently they forgot how to use a phone, because they could have told us earlier."

Bobbi raised her arms in a 'you caught me' way. "I had to make sure we weren't being followed, and I lost my phone when we jumped into the plane."

"Why did it take you so long to get here?" Skye asked.

"Bobbi insisted on going slowly, some sort of crazy reasoning she has." Trip said.

"Hey, I got us home didn't I?" she asked.

"Yeah." Trip said. "After we crashed a plane and almost died."

"Not one of my best landings, I'll admit." Bobbi said.

Fitz stared at Jemma while the others were talking, hardly hearing them. He actually felt something as he looked at her, for the first time in days. The numbness went away, his emotions coming back in a rush. She was looking back at him, waiting to see his reaction. He wanted to say something, to do something. He had to.

He walked out of the room.

"Fitz!" Jemma called. She ran out after him and caught up to him down the hallway. "Fitz, look at me." She said. She grabbed his arm and forced him to stop. "What's wrong?"

He felt his bitterness towards her rise up in him, almost equal to his love and relief. "I thought you were dead."

"Oh." Her voice was small. "I'm so sorry, Fitz."

He leaned forward and wrapped her in a hug, desperately tightly for a second. "We're not okay yet, yeah? We still need to talk, but not now." He held her against him while he said this, and then whispered, "I missed you Jem. I'd be lost without you, so don't ever do that again."

She sighed and rubbed a hand across his back. "I promise, Fitz. I won't."

He let her go and nodded, and they walked back to see the others. Fitz wasn't ready to forgive her yet. But she was back, safe and sound. That was all he needed at the time.