Drabble 97: I Know Who You Are

A/N: Hey guys! So I totally stole the title of this drabble from an episode of The Flash. It was too perfect not to.

The drabble itself takes place just after the midseason finale of season two, immediately following Lady Sif and the Kree trying to capture Skye. Hope you like it!

"I can't believe you did that." She said.

He went past her, going for the weapon that would stop the Kree. He had to find it quickly, before they got to Skye. He saw the hurt in Jemma's expression, though, and felt both guilty and annoyed. She'd been on such a rampage against the Inhumans since Raina, was it really a shock to her that he'd lied to protect Skye? With her recent behavior, he didn't know what Jemma would do with the information.

Which led to their current situation. He found the weapon and walked back out of the room, past Jemma.

"Fitz -." She said, reaching for his hand.

"I don't have time to -."

He froze as the Kree came back into view, rushing past. In its haste it swung its weapon in a wide arc, not even glancing at Fitz or Simmons to see where it hit, confident they didn't pose a threat but striking anyway. The weapon landed on their joint hands, and Fitz felt his breath drawn out of him as the weapon left. Along with something else.

Fitz blinked, dazed, and saw the hand holding his. He didn't know who it belonged to, but he didn't have time to worry about that. He quickly freed his hand and went in the direction the Kree had gone. He had to incapacitate the Kree.

Jemma watched the man race down the hall after the alien, her mouth open in an unspoken question: who was he? Why had they been holding hands?

What had she even been doing?

It came back to her slowly. Skye… Skye was an Inhuman. That was upsetting enough, but she felt a different kind of emotion. Betrayal? The only thing was she couldn't remember why she felt that way.

She pushed the nagging feeling that she was missing something important away. She had to get to the lab, to look at Skye's results. Her real results. She had to make sure her friend wasn't going to become a monster like Raina, and see if it was even possible to get their Skye back.

"What's up Turbo?"

Fitz didn't really hear the words, too lost in his own thoughts, though he realized that Mack had entered the room. He was trying to figure out what was wrong. Something was definitely off. He wondered if he was getting sick.

"Anyone home?"

He surfaced from his thoughts and looked at Mack, who smiled. "There he is. What's got you so quiet?"

"Just thinking." He said.

"About Skye?"

A rush of guilt went through him. He hadn't been thinking about Skye at all.

"Guess not." Mack said, understanding. "But I've been doing some thinking about her, and I understand why you didn't tell us. I think we should have known, but I get it. And I think Simmons does too."

Fitz looked at Mack carefully. Simmons. It sounded so familiar, but he had no idea why.

"I think you should talk to her. You were just starting to patch things up."

"Yeah." Fitz said absently, not really paying attention. Why didn't he know who Mack was talking about? He couldn't picture her, but he did have this weird feeling in his chest when he heard her name. It was painful, but warm, and it aggravated him to not know what it meant.

Then it hit him. This must be the woman who had been holding his hand earlier. "Where is Simmons?" he asked.

Mack studied him as if concerned. "The lab, where she always is?"

Fitz nodded and stood up. He had to see her, to figure out what was going on. He walked the familiar path to the lab and stepped inside. The woman – Simmons – was peering into a microscope, and he found he wasn't surprised at all. He cleared his throat nervously to get her attention, and after a few seconds she straightened and looked at him.

His heart started a faster tempo when she looked directly at him. "Simmons?" he asked.

"Do we… have me met before?" she asked.

He nodded. She seemed so familiar, now that he was fully looking at her, though he couldn't remember ever meeting her. He just knew that they were – something. He wasn't sure quite what they were, but it was something very real. It had to be, by the way his heart was beating and the warm, painful, awkward feeling in his chest. He wanted to smile at her and also run away, go back to hiding in the garage with Mack. He had no idea who this woman was, and yet…

He knew exactly who she was.

"We were holding hands earlier." She said. "Do you remember why?"

He shook his head.

Some light entered her eyes, and he knew what it meant: her scientific reasoning was taking over. "Something must have happened to us, to make us forget." She sighed. "I don't even know your name."

"Fitz."

He could see her trying to remember, but it was the same as it was for him. There was nothing concrete in memory. The best he could get was feelings and physical reactions. Though those were plenty strong… even not knowing their story, he felt like he knew her. Standing next to her in the lab felt right.

He started trying to piece things together with her, and in their musings on what could have given them very focused memory loss (since the only things they seemed to have forgotten were each other), she actually finished a few of his sentences. The last time this happened he smiled at her, his desire to hide in the garage completely gone.

"I know you." he said. "And you know me."

"We've established that, Fitz, but we're not any closer to figuring out why we can't remember!"

"Fitz-Simmons?"

Fitz turned automatically, to see Coulson in the doorway.

"I need your help with Skye. She needs something to stabilize her powers until she learns to control them."

"We can do that."

Fitz looked at Simmons when her voice overlapped with his, then back at Coulson. "Why did you call us Fitz-Simmons?"

Coulson faltered. "I call you that most of the time. Something wrong?"

"Yes, actually." Simmons said. "Fitz and I can't seem to remember each other."

Coulson looked between them, confused. "You mean you – what?"

They explained everything that had happened since they found themselves holding hands in the hallway. "When the Kree was here." Simmons said quietly, looking at Fitz with an understanding smile. "Fitz, it was his weapon! It has to have been!"

"But when it was used on Sif she forgot everything." Coulson said.

Fitz found the answer first. He held up his hand and pointed at it, and then at Jemma's. "It touched us at the same time. Maybe it had a, a -."

"Reduced effect because of the shared contact?" Simmons finished for him.

"Yes, that." He said thankfully.

Coulson was still looking between them. "It's really hard to believe you don't know each other when you do that. But we'll get this fixed. I'll ask Sif to bring him back to restore your memories."

He left, and Fitz looked at Simmons. "Looks like we've got a bit longer not knowing each other."

She shook her head, disagreeing. "Not remembering each other." She smiled lightly. "I know who you are."