As Jemma ran down the hallway to catch the elevator, most people moved aside with a slightly frightened expression on their faces, like she was some sort of crazy woman. And as she kept her eyes fixed on the small screen displaying the floor numbers, she could see them stealing glances in the corner of her field of vision. Honestly, it was like they've never seen someone in a hurry. Granted, SciTech wasn't really the place where most of the action happened but they did important and sometimes urgent work that had people moving a bit fast once in a while. And anyway, when Fitz was concerned, she couldn't care less what people thought of her panting as she ran through the halls.
Fortunately, when she got out of the elevator, the hallway was mostly empty and she was free to keep running as fast as she pleased. As she got closer to the infirmary though, (which honestly was more of a small private hospital, one of the perks of working for the top scientific branch of a secret agency) she tried to slow down and catch her breath for a few seconds before entering.
She went straight to what looked like the admission desk and didn't give the man there time to ask her for what she wanted.
"I'm here to see Dr Leo Fitz, I got a call but no one would tell me what was wrong …" She started, her voice high pitched and clearly laced with worry but corrected herself when she saw the slightly confused look on the nurse's face. "He's a patient here, not a doctor … well he is a doctor but not a medical doctor, a doctor in engineering. Anyway someone told me to come see him but they didn't tell me why and now I'm starting to worry because he's not answering his phone and …"
"Jemma?" She heard in the distinctive voice and Scottish accent of her best friend and relief washed over her. Whatever happened, at least he was conscious and strong enough to shout and even sound a little grumpy.
"Never mind …" She told the man, who hadn't even had the time to move or look through a file of some sort to find Fitz, and started walking towards the vague direction she thought the voice was coming from.
Fortunately, he was easy enough to find. After all, even if it was also used to bring in employees from The Hub or SciOps as well if need be, this place wasn't close to being as busy as a real hospital and she found Fitz sitting sideways on an hospital bed, the privacy curtains pulled back since he was alone in the room anyway.
As she got closer though, Jemma began to worry once more, his left hand was bandaged and he did look awfully pale. Well paler than usual.
"Fitz!" She cried out as she immediately grabbed his bandaged hand even though there really was no way to see what happened through the bandages. "What happened? They asked me to come for you but it was like no one knew why you here and I-I …" She started, the words flowing much too fast from her lips again as adrenaline pumped through her veins.
"Jemma stop!" He cut her off a little loud but with a soft smile and delicate hand on her shoulder. "It's nothing, if anything it's embarrassing really, I told them they didn't need to call you, that you had better things to do today but you know SHIELD and their ridiculous protocols sometimes and …"
"No Fitz, you'll always come first it's just …"
"wouldn't let me leave this place on my own …"
"… stuck in a meeting, I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner and you had …"
"Jemma!" He finally cut her off once more as he took her hands in his this time and slightly pulled her to him. The gesture was in the same time tender and kind of intimate enough to stop her from speaking as a slight blush attacked her neck. He probably didn't realize it either because when he noticed how she's had to come and stand between his legs to keep her balance, he let go of her hands and moved backwards a bit.
"Sorry …" She let out a little sheepishly. "So hum … what happened?"
"This beaker broke in my hand, almost exploded on its own really and it cut my hand. Nothing bad, just a few cuts but some a bit deeper than others and you know how easily the hand bleeds and … I don't know … I missed lunch so I got a little dizzy. Stumbled on my lab stool, fell backwards and hit my head on something."
"Oh Fitz …"
"It's alright, I don't think I lost consciousness or maybe just a second, just knocked the wind out of me but …"
"Oh but Fitz this is serious, a head injury shouldn't be taken lightly, did they check for a …"
"concussion? Yes! You know we have pretty good doctors at SHIELD …"
« Yeah of course I know that …" She answered but still grabbed the chart that was attached on the end of his bed to check if their tests were up to Jemma Simmons' standards. "But Fitz it says here that you do have a concussion!" She cried out, swatting his arm, the uninjured one, with the chart.
"I would have told you so if you stopped interrupting me!" He cried out a little louder, his accent getting thicker as he was obviously annoyed and frustrated by this conversation. "And that's why they said I should take the rest of the day off but someone should stay with me all the time AND I should stay awake as late as I could tonight just in case. I mean it's ridiculous I feel fine so we can just get out of here, get back the phone they confiscated from me …" He said with a roll of his eyes and a pout like a teenager that would have been caught cheating in class on his cellphone. "And I'll take a cab home, don't worry about me, it's embarrassing enough that I almost fainted over a little blood, I don't need to be …"
"No no no, not a chance!" She cut him off again. "A concussion is a serious thing, I'll give a few instructions in the lab and take my laptop to finish working at home …"
"But Jemma …"
"No Fitz!" She interrupted him, surprising herself with the volume of her voice and sparkle of anger behind it. Fitz must have seen and heard it because he stopped talking immediately and was looking at her in a bit of hurt and confusion, his right hand going to massage his left palm in this nervous gesture he often did when being yelled at and she felt a little guilty for triggering it. But in the same time, she was inexplicably angry at him for being careless and getting injured, so she barreled on. "You have to be careful in the lab Fitz! You could have damaged your hand or hit something sharper with your head, who knows what could have …"
"Hey hey hey! I AM careful in the lab! I'm not the one mixing dead specimens with people's lunch ..." He cried out, his own anger flaring out.
"Oh please not that again I told you …"
"The beaker was faulty Jemma!" His accent was now so thick it was a miracle she could still understand him. "You're the one bringing it up and yelling at me, I can't believe you're getting mad at me for hurting myself!"
"I'm not mad Fitz, I was worried, I got the phone call and I just-I …" The sob escaping her mouth surprised herself as much as it did him. She tried to stop it by putting her hand in front of her mouth but it escaped anyway and she could already feel tears pool in her eyes.
After the initial moment of surprise, Fitz's face softened. Of course he'd understood immediately what this phone call could have reminded her especially since these idiots didn't bother telling her what was wrong.
"Oh Jemma I'm sorry I didn't think think of … I didn't want you to worry I …"
"No don't be, accidents happen and I know you're usually careful in the lab, it's just I … I was afraid it could be … I just-I can't lose you too Fitz …" She finally said, her voice barely more than a whisper and not meeting his eyes.
"You won't Jemma!" He answered in that incredibly soft voice he only ever used for her. "Hey …" Just as she was trying to step back, he gently cupped her jaw to make her look up at him. God, how was she supposed to focus on anything else he said or did when he was looking at her like that with those blue eyes. "I'm not going anywhere Jemma, come here …" He said holding her gaze with an intensity and softness that had her stomach make a funny little flip before pulling her into a hug. It forced her to stand between his legs once more but she didn't care as she let herself be engulfed into his strong arms and reassuring familiar smell. She hadn't allowed herself to be this free in her affection for him since the kiss and it felt much nicer than it had any right to be.
It's only when she heard the exaggerated cough and throat clearing from the doctor just a few feet away from them that she realized they just stayed that way for several minutes.
"Well I think I can trust you to take care of him from now on …" The woman said to Jemma with the hint of a smirk and a raised eyebrow as they quickly broke away, avoiding each other's eyes and blushing like they'd been caught doing much worse than hugging.
"Hum yes yes thank you doctor. I'll know what to do." Jemma answered, trying to keep her voice as professional as she could considering her face had been snuggled up against Fitz's neck five seconds ago.
"And I believe this is yours!" The doctor added as she took Fitz's phone out of her pocket and handed it to him, which he took with a mumbled "thank you". "And don't worry …" She added with a wink. "I'm still your doctor so patient/doctor confidentiality is still a thing as long as you're in this hospital …" She finished, trailing off as she let her eyes travel between the both of them.
But before either of them had the time to protest, the woman was gone and they were left on their own. Just when she thought she'd find Fitz blushing and looking down at his hands or his phone or anywhere else but her, she caught his gaze. He had this look in his eyes, the one she thought she saw for a second after they broke away from their kiss, filled with tenderness and longing, the one that almost made her dive in for more. And she might have done this just now if he hadn't cleared his throat and looked away as he got off the bed. She couldn't blame him really. She must have been so confusing the last time, why would he risk it now?
It was a good thing she didn't have the time to tell the doctor it wasn't what she thought it was because Jemma was still a terrible liar. Something had definitely shifted between them and she wouldn't be able to lie about it much longer, to herself or anyone else.
-0-0-0-
"Well hello Fitz …"
Amy's voice came from the barely open door of her room and still a bit sleepy as he was, he jumped in surprise.
"Oh bloody hell Amy … Do you have to be so creepy?" He breathed out, his heart beating a little too fast from being startled.
"I'm not being creepy, I'm just getting out of my bedroom to get breakfast and find you getting out of my sister's room in the morning …"
"'s not what you think!" He said, rolling his eyes as a blush still crept up his neck. "Hurt my head and had to stay awake really late because of the concussion. Jemma offered to watch movies in her room but we still ended up falling asleep …" He finished as he started walking to the kitchen, choosing to keep for himself how much he loved waking up with her all snuggled up to him, her head resting lightly against his shoulders and her fingers intertwined in his, something that apparently happened in their sleep. It had taken all his willpower not pull her closer and try and kiss her awake. He had to stop thinking that way about her best friend, he couldn't go around imagining their life as a couple every time she just acted friendly and affectionate.
"I know … Jemma told me." Amy answered, following him and apparently not intent on letting this go. "It's interesting that you should think that's what I would think though …"
"That's not interesting, you keep making very not subtle ridiculous suggestions all the time, of course I would think that!"
"Oh of course ridiculous ... you two take every opportunity I'm not at home to snog on the couch but I'm the one ..."
"Amy!" He cut her off, hissing her name in a way he hoped was agressive enough to make her stop talking. From the way she smirked and gave them sometimes pointed looks, he knew Jemma told her but it was the first time she mentionned it openly.
Trying to mask his embarrassment by uselessly opening every door and drawer to find what he needed to make pancakes, he took a deep breath to try and sound casual about it.
"Not every occasion, just once, drunken mistake, nothing more to say about it ... won't happen again ..." He trailed off.
"Would you like it to happen again?"
"What? No ... Amy come on ... will you just ..." Fitz sighed. "You're a teenager aren't you supposed to sleep until noon on week-ends anyway?"
"I would if I hadn't been woken up by YOUR snoring coming from my sister's room!" She grinned and he rolled his eyes as he started mixing all the ingredients. It's been a while since he had the occasion to be up before Jemma and cook breakfast for the both of them but he'd done it so often in the past that it all came back almost automatically.
"Oh wow okay I get it now ... you woke up to be annoying ..." He grinned back and for a moment he thought he was finally free. Amy seemed to have lost interest in him and taken a bigger one on her phone.
"What are you doing?"
Of course it was too good to be true.
"Well breakfast! I know you're not a genius but I thought it was fairly obvious!"
"No I mean why are you putting everything on a tray? Oh my god Fitz ... are you bringing her breakfast in bed ?"
Her smile was much more sincere and less teasing but if anything, it made him just really confused.
"Well yeah … I kept her up all night … because of the concussion" Fitz added quickly when he saw her smile turn into a smirk. "'t was the least I could do really … What?" He finished when she just kept on smiling wider and wider. It didn't feel like such a big deal, it would just be nice for her to stay in bed a little longer.
"Nothing just … that's what my dad used to do for my mom when she was tired or sick, it was so sweet and ... romantic …"
Even though, he was clearly uncomfortable with the implied comparison, he couldn't help smiling a bit too. It was one of the things he'd noticed the few times he'd been a guest at the Simmons' household. Even after more than twenty years of marriage, they were both still so in love, always having a sweet word for each other and doing all kinds of romantic gestures. And even if Jemma and Amy always pretended to be annoyed or grossed out when they did, he knew they found it sweet. And he envied them. He supposed his parents had to have been like that at some point but he never got to see it. By the time he was old enough to remember, all he could witness between them was at best a cold politeness but what really stuck were the screams, the insults and the tears, even though his mom tried her best to keep it down when Fitz was home. Maybe that was why Jemma was so much better than him at romance. She's had the best example possible.
"I just think it's too bad that you two can't admit what everybody can see …" Amy sighed. Her mood had clearly shifted from teasing to almost tender and melancholic and somehow it made him feel even more uncomfortable.
Adding two glasses of orange juice on the tray, Fitz made sure everything was stable and started walking towards Jemma's room, hoping she would just drop the subject and not actually follow him inside Jemma's room.
"I mean it's not just the kiss, even before, every one of her boring boyfriends she ended up comparing them to you and well … guess why they didn't last long …"
"Amy will you please …"
"Even dad kept asking why she bothered with anyone else when she'd already found you!"
"Amy stop!" He cried out and winced at how loud it was. Jemma had to have heard that. So walking back to the kitchen, he put the tray on the counter with a little more strength than necessary and pulled Amy to the side. The words flew out of his mouth before he really had the time to think them through. "Listen, she doesn't think of me that way, she made it pretty clear after that kiss that it was a big mistake so I'm trying to be a good friend and respect that okay … just please … stop-stop making things more difficult than they already are for me…"
When he finished, he was pretty much as wide eyed as she was. The anguish and sad resolve in his own voice surprised him but more importantly, he'd pretty much admitted to her what he didn't even admit to himself, just not in so many words. But from the look on her face, it was crystal clear all the same.
"Oh Fitz … it's really not as clear for her as you think it is, you should really talk to her about …"
"What …did she actually tell you something about it?"
"No … not in so many words, more the way she looks at you when you're not watching and …"
"No yeah that's what I thought …"
"But I …"
"Please Amy … let it go …" He asked one more time, his tone pleading. And apparently his sad puppy dog eyes didn't work only on Jemma because Amy just sighed and nodded and he felt a little relieved even though he knew she'd use the first opportunity to make him talk some more about those feelings he still didn't completely understand himself. Of all the people he could have confided in, he had to choose the only person who was as close to Jemma as he was.
"Still … can't believe I've only ever kissed the one boy and I feel like I can see things much clearer than you two …" She mumbled under her breath as she went about preparing her own breakfast.
"What?" He cried out. "Who's that boy? Do we know him? How old is he? Who are his parents?" He added, trying his best to remain serious and Amy didn't disappoint, sighing loudly and rolling her eyes at him in a way that meant she knew exactly what he was trying to do. So he used this opportunity to take back the tray before everything went cold and walked out of the room to bring breakfast in bed to his … very possibly more than that and act like the best friend and nothing else she needed him to be.
-0-0-0-
"Oh Fitz! You could have called me when it was ready, it's enough that you prepared breakfast all on your own …" Jemma said with a soft smile as she sat up against the headboard, her legs still disappearing under the fluffy covers. While he was gone, she'd tied up her hair into a very messy bun on top of her head and slipped on a suspiciously familiar sweater and she looked so adorable he couldn't believe it took him so long to realize the tenderness he felt for her extended way past the realm of friendship.
"Oh well I can still bring this back to the living room table where it's still so cold and not at all fluffy …" He said with a raised eyebrow, not having the time to take more than a single step towards the door before she stopped him.
"No no no don't be hasty … Now that you're here I suppose we could just have breakfast here …" She grinned mischievously and he chuckled before moving back towards the bed. After managing to put the tray on the bed in a way that seemed not too precarious, he sat cross legged at the end of the bed opposite Jemma.
"What are you doing?" She asked with a frown and for a moment his heart clenched as he wondered if he crossed some kind of boundary by thinking they could have breakfast in bed together. But her next sentence reassured him immediately. "Come next to me Fitz! What's the point of having breakfast in bed if you don't get to stay under the covers?" She said, more an affirmation than a question and he smiled shyly back at her.
"You sure?"
"Of course Fitz don't be ridiculous, come here!" She answered brightly while turning the corner of her fluffy duvet in invitation with a soft smile.
He tried not to blush too obviously as the gesture reminded him of a dream he's had a few weeks ago where she did just that except her "pyjamas" didn't leave much to the imagination and it clearly wasn't to have breakfast together. If it had been incredibly frustrating at the time, he supposed he should now be grateful that the dream stopped before anything other than the kind of kisses they'd actually already shared happened.
"Mmmhh …" Jemma hummed in contentment a few minutes later once they were both settled comfortably under the covers. "These pancakes are amazing, I almost forgot how good of a cook you could be …" She added as she took a sip of her tea and let her head fall onto his shoulder.
And he almost forgot what a tiny stomach she had, probably already feeling full after two pancakes and half a cup of tea.
"They're just pancakes Jem …" He answered with a fond smile.
"Still … I've never eaten better pancakes than the ones you make …"
"Jem?"
"Mhhmm?"
He could feel her getting a little sleepy against his shoulder and he would have shamelessly let himself fall back asleep just like this, with Jemma all snuggled up against his side, if Amy hadn't been in the living room waiting for them to get out, most likely with some kind of snarky remark. So he just asked his question.
"Is this my sweater you're wearing?"
"It's the one you lent me when we were in Sheffield … I kinda of voluntarily forgot to give it back to you …" She answered a little bashfully as she glanced up at him with an adorable smile and he chuckled.
"Thought so …"
"D'you want it back?" She asked, sounding like it was the last thing she wanted to do and it warmed his heart somehow.
"No no, it's fine … I should be annoyed that you keep stealing my sweaters but it's kind of sweet actually …" He half whispered against her hair and he could feel her smile more than he saw it.
"I liked having something that reminded me of you all this time we were separated …"She whispered back. "And even now it feels … nice …" She trailed off.
The tension had settled over them without Fitz realizing it. But it wasn't the painful tension that had taken over after their kiss or the uncomfortable one he felt every time they were alone or just too close to each other during the weeks that followed. No this one was confusing for sure, but it also felt like hope and possibilities. The possibility that, if he turned his head to look her in the eyes now, maybe she wouldn't think their kiss was such a mistake after all.
But maybe it was just all in his head and she really never saw him as anything more than a very good friend and he wasn't ready to read the certainty of it in her eyes. So he just reveled in the way she easily let him put his arm around her shoulder to pull her closer to him and maybe she was just cold but the tenderness and domesticity of it all was the best feeling in the world.
-0-0-0-
Jemma heard the loud female laugh the moment she entered the building.
"No that's totally understandable … but hum ... we could go grab a coffee, it'd be nice to get to know one of my neighbors for once ... in one way or another ..."
Wow that was really quite flirtatious, Jemma thought. At least someone in this building was having a social life and not constantly thinking about their best friend/roommate/maybe a lot more.
As she closed the mail box, Jemma let out a loud sigh. Maybe tonight would be the night she finally finds the courage and opportunity to talk to Fitz and find out what they are and what they could be in a reasonable, adult way. Not by getting drunk and kiss him out of the blue only to panic and push him away only a moment later.
Just as she was about to turn the corner and discover who were the flirty neighbors, a man's voice answered. A very familiar Scottish accented voice and Jemma stopped stone cold. Before she really had the time to process it, she stepped back and hid behind the large pillar she'd never even really noticed before.
"Hum yeah ... yeah that'd be nice. There's a nice coffee shop around the corner if you want, it's usually pretty quiet at this time of day." Fitz answered. He didn't sound shy or awkward, he actually seemed quite confident and friendly. It wasn't the first time he was talking to her, he knew that woman, that very attractive if slightly older woman.
The feelings hit her so hard it made her legs all wobbly and her heart beat at an alarming rate and she was grateful for the pillar she was leaning against. The anguish, the pain, the longing, the disappointment and that absurd feeling of betrayal all combining to make her feel like she'd gone crazy, like she'd just witnessed her future with Fitz being crushed to pieces when she was still wondering what she was feeling for him just a minute ago.
-0-0-0-
"Hey? Is there someone in the house?"
"Shit!" Jemma breathed out. She thought she'd have at least an hour to pull herself together. Amy was supposed to study at the library until closing time but apparently, today of all days, she'd decided to come home sooner. Jemma never had such an intense and irrational reaction, even back when she was a teenager or when it concerned her only boyfriend she really ever loved. But then again, it wasn't just any boy, it was Fitz. Their relationship had never been like any other in her life.
"Jemma?"
She could hear Amy's steps getting closer to her room so she cleared her throat, quickly wiped her eyes, dimmed the lights and grabbed the first book she could find next to her bed. Hopefully Amy would only think she was tired and leave her alone to deal with her messed up feelings.
"Jemma, you in there?" Amy asked as she knocked on the door.
"Yes, come in!"
"Hey, everything's alright?" Amy asked as she came to sit at the foot of the bed. "Why are you staying here in the dark?"
"Oh I'm just tired, bit of a headache … I'll probably just go to bed early …" She said with what she hoped was a convincing smile.
"Okayyy …"
From the way Amy squinted her eyes and observed her for a moment, Jemma obviously wasn't as convincing as she thought she was.
"Mmmh do you need anything? Tea? Something for your headache?"
"No I'm good I just need to …"
"Wait have you been crying?" Amy cut her off as she got closer and probably saw how red rimmed her eyes had to be after crying almost non stop for twenty minutes.
"Whaaat? No it's just the …"
"Jemma please!" She stopped her with one hand on her knee. "I know you, I can tell you've been crying. What happened?"
"I-I … " Jemma started, her treacherous eyes starting to pool with tears again.
"Where's Fitz? Did you fight with him? I thought he was supposed to be home before you tonight."
Damn her. She knew her too well and knew there weren't many persons in her life that could bring her to care enough to put herself in such a state.
"Yeah, he was home but he-he … he went out again …" She managed to breathe out before another sob escaped her mouth and then she couldn't even control the way her shoulders started to shake as tears fell freely from her eyes. All she could do was cover her face with her hands to try and smother the sounds of her crying. She was the big sister, she was the one supposed to comfort her baby sister when she was heartbroken, not the other way around.
"Oh Jemma …"
Amy came to sit close to her on the bed and wrapped her arm around Jemma's shoulder, making her rest her head against her own. Somehow, without Jemma really noticing it, Amy had grown to be taller than herself and the way she held her and rubbed her arm soothingly, strongly reminded her of how their mom used to comfort her. It was a little painful when she remembered that her mother would never do that for her anymore and in the same time comforting to realize that a little of her got to live through Amy.
After a long moment, once the crying subsided, Amy spoke softly.
"So … do you want to tell me why Fitz going out makes you cry like that?"
"He's … he went out with someone …"
"A woman you mean?"
"Yeah …"
"And that makes you sad because …"
God, she really was going to make her say it.
"Because … because I'm in love with him."
There. She finally admitted it. It probably would have felt liberating if she'd managed to get it out before it was too late.
"Oh …"
She was expecting a lot more teasing and a lot more I-told-you-sos but when she looked up at her sister, Jemma saw mostly a sympathetic smile and tenderness in her eyes.
"Well then what are you waiting for? Go for him Jemma!"
"What? No … It's too late, I thought maybe he felt the same but now … he's found someone else …" She sighed, relieved that she could now at least talk about it without crying. "And he brought her to our coffee shop …" she mumbled under her breath and Amy chuckled.
"I'm glad my misery is a source of amusement for you …" She added, pushing away from her sister and seating on the edge of the bed.
"Oh please Jem, I'm not making fun of you, it's just … you wouldn't even admit you might have more than friendly feelings for him and now you're already acting like a jealous girlfriend …"
"Well, it doesn't change the fact that whatever I'm feeling, it's too late because he's found someone else. And I can't even really blame him. I could have given us a chance to think about-about … us after our kiss but I just panicked and pushed him away and now he's moved on and …"
"Jemma come on!" Amy cut her off as she stood up and started pacing impatiently. "He hasn't moved on, whoever this girl is, he cannot have known her for long but you've been best friends for years and he's loved you for who knows how long …"
"You don't know that!"
"Yes I do! He told me so!" Amy cried out in exasperation.
"What? He-he told you he loved me?" Jemma breathed out, willing her heart not to beat so fast. She couldn't get her hopes up too fast.
"Not in so many words but …"
"Oh … Amy I know you want to see things but obviously …"
"Obviously I was right about you! Why would I be wrong about him? Just please talk about it together, you're going to drive me batty …"
"I don't know Amy …" Jemma let out, flopping back onto her bed. "I don't know if I can risk our friendship if I'm not sure he's feeling the same …"
"Oh god you're so infuriating! Both of you! Think about all the things he's doing for you all the time: putting his social life on hold for us, agreeing to live with a teenager, helping me do my homework, bringing you breakfast in bed … Don't get me wrong I know he's just basically a great human being but he's doing all these things for you … because he loves you alright? I can see it so clearly, mom and dad could too so please just TALK. TO. HIM." Amy finished and crossed her arms in a way that seemed to signify her words were final and she wouldn't leave Jemma with a choice anyway.
And as the words sinked in, Jemma realized that she didn't really have an argument to counter her. Because Fitz always did so much for her all the time and she was the one to back away from the kiss and insist the kiss was a mistake, he only ever followed her lead. So, slowly, she let her smile tick up her lips as she asked: "So … mom and dad knew?"
"Yeah …" Amy answered with a soft smile. "They even had a bet going on … Mom thought it would happen during your road trip, Dad thought it would be once you got to live together!" She added and they both chuckled. Jemma supposed she should have suspected something the last time Fitz came to Sheffield and her mum kept asking if she really needed to get the guest room ready.
"Well go and get him now!" Amy added when Jemma didn't move.
"What? Now?"
"Of course now … before that bitch gets her hands on him!"
"Amy!" Jemma cried out, shocked and amused at the same time.
"What? Tell me that's not what you're thinking …" Amy raised a defiant eyebrow.
"Okay maybe just a tiny bit but still … I can't really blame her for being interested in Fitz, he's sweet and smart and really handsome and …"
"Urgh stop, I'm not ready for that!" Amy cut her off with a slightly disgusted face and Jemma rolled her eyes.
"Oh what? Now you don't want to …"
"Please just go talk to him now or I swear I'll wait till I'm eighteen and I'll try my own chances with him …"
"But you just …"
"Just because I don't want to hear you fawn over him doesn't him I haven't kept that very nice mental image of him just after he was done fixing the plumbing …" Amy grinned and Jemma couldn't stop the smile creeping up her face at the pleasant if slightly awkward memory.
"Fine, I'm going!"
"Finally!"
Jemma pondered going to the bathroom to refresh her makeup or maybe even change into something nicer but then again, she wasn't going on a date with him. She was going to interrupt his date with someone else to make a love declaration and if he did love her back, she supposed it didn't make much of a difference that she looked like her every day self with her eyes maybe a little puffier than usual.
"Oh and Jemma?" Amy asked her as she was about to open the door.
"Yeah?"
"Tell me when you're all good so I can start teasing you!"