Drabble 63: Rosy-Fingered Dawn

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"This is my favorite time of the day. The sunrise, when the world is so full of promise."- Olivia Dunham.

Fitz rolled over and closed his eyes, adjusting the blanket again. This was the fourth time he'd repositioned himself, and as much as he was fighting it, he was starting to realize there was just no getting back to sleep. His eyes opened a crack and he looked at the clock on the bedside table. Five a.m.

He closed his eyes one last time and sighed. He had to get up, or his restless movement would wake up Jemma.

Then he realized he didn't hear Jemma's even breathing beside him. They'd been spending the night together so often that by now he needed to have her beside him to sleep well. He planned on asking her to move in with him soon; mostly a formality, but a step forward for them nonetheless. But when he didn't hear her slow breaths he turned his head to the side, looking at her side of the bed.

Jemma was lying there, but she wasn't asleep. Fitz sat up, and when she felt the movement she opened her eyes, looking at him.

"You can't sleep either, can you?" she asked.

"No."

She stared at the ceiling, her hands across her stomach. "It's still dark outside. We shouldn't be awake."

Fitz peered through the window. "It's getting lighter, though. Dawn can't be far."

"I guess it's more acceptable, then." She said. "But still."

He chuckled. "It's over, Jem. We're up."

He thought he heard her mutter something as she sat up, but when she met his eyes again hers held a glimmer that showed him she was amused.

She walked into the bathroom and he heard the water turn on. While she was in there, he decided to get dressed, and slipped on a pair of jeans, grabbing a white tee shirt from his dresser and pulling that on as well. He drew up the blinds from the window and looked out. There was a faint light on the horizon.

"Hey, hurry up, Jem." He said.

The door opened and she looked out. "Why?"

"There's something I want us to see."

Five minutes later they walked outside the Playground, hand in hand. It was a bit chilly as Fitz led her to a hill facing east and sat down, so he pressed against her.

"What are we doing?" Jemma asked.

"Watching the sunrise." He said. "We made it just in time."

Pink light was just breaking the horizon, tinged orange at its bottom. The light spilled upward like petals opening from a flower, fading from pink to orange to pale golden yellow. They sat in silence and watched as the day was born from night, rising and filling the sky.

"This really is my favorite part of the day." Jemma said after a few moments. "I always miss it, but it's beautiful."

"It makes you feel good, seeing a sunrise every so often. It gives you hope."

"Thank you for showing me this." She said.

"We needed to see something pure." He said. "It's easy to forget about the things like this with all the bad things we see."

"I guess you're right."

Jemma closed her eyes and lifted her face to the sun, smiling lightly. "It's perfect."

Fitz looked at her, trying to memorize how she looked in this moment, and then copied her, soaking in the sunlight. "It is." He said softly.

Sunrise. A new beginning.

That alone made it beautiful, but not perfect.

No, it was perfect because this beginning had both he and Jemma in it. Ready to start a future together.