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They couldn't believe what they were watching. It was like a really bad version of one of those "caught on camera" shows.

Fitz and Simmons stared wide eyed, gaping at the TV screen. They had absolutely no memory of what they had done.

"Have you ever twerked before? I never have, but I think you do this?"

And Simmons started shaking her bum from back to front, while Fitz gaped at her.

"I want to try!" Fitz yelled, while shaking his butt from side to side.

"No! Back to front! Like sex!" she shouted

"Like sex!" Fitz shouted, while laughing hysterically. "I've never had sex! But I've read about it!" he continued laughing without pause, and started gyrating back and forth.

"I haven't either! But I've had biology classes about it! Let's twerk like we're having sex!"

Simmons could not believe what she was watching, or what she had said. She felt like she could have died from embarrassment. It was like a comedy show gone wrong. She was sure the team had killed themselves with laughter when they witnessed this firsthand. That, or they were mortified. She felt mortified, and very, very warm from deep embarrassment.

Simmons wondered what other things she said while under the influence of that ridiculous substance, and hoped what they were witnessing would not ruin what her and Fitz had—whatever it was.

"Like we're having sex!" Fitz shouted and continued twerking, waving his arms in the air.

Fitz put his head in his hands. This had to be, by far, the MOST embarrassing thing that had ever happened to him. In front of the girl of his dreams. He wanted to laugh at it, but he was too terrified. They continued to sit in complete silence and watch what could've been a horror film in their eyes.

"Simmons! You're pretty. Like really pretty," Fitz said, suddenly turning serious. "You could be a model," he said, "Do blue steel! Like from Zoolander!"

She walked away from him, doing a model strut, then flipped her head over her shoulders, pursing her lips, with Fitz clapping and cheering her on.

Fitz started to laugh. He couldn't believe how ridiculous they were being. It was actually hilarious. Ridiculous, awkward, and uncomfortable...but hilarious.

Simmons couldn't help but laugh too. It was really all quite funny, and she felt the tension diffuse between them. She was so glad it was nothing bad that happened, everyone on the team seemed so weary when she asked them about it, now she wondered why.

For the next 30 minutes, they drank their earl grey, ate popcorn, and threw some at the screen, while watching themselves do the Macarena, re-enact scenes from the Matrix, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, pretend to be Romeo and Juliet, and sing various songs at the top of their lungs. Fitz particularly enjoyed watching himself pretend to be the Doctor, and Simmons, Amy Pond.

"See Simmons?" Fitz said, as he put his arm around her, as they turned to look at each other, "Nothing to be worried about. It started a bit sketchy, but all turned out to be good fun."

"Simmons, I want to kiss you."

They both froze and slowly turned their heads back towards the screen.

"Then come and kiss me!" she shouted.

Fitz practically ran towards her, and crashed his lips against hers, knocking them both off balance. As they tried to regain their balance, Fitz walked her backwards and pushed her against the table, leaning her back over it slightly to get better entrance to her mouth. She kissed him back, feverishly, hands everywhere.

They watched as their tongues battled for dominance and could hear their moans.

Simmons was in utter shock. She was watching herself make out with the boy right next to her, but had absolutely no memory of it. Is this what being really drunk is like? She wondered. She wished, with every fiber of her being, that she could remember the kiss, the taste of his mouth, the touch of his hands. Fitz had touched her bare skin, her back, neck, mouth, stomach...its as if she could feel where his lips had pressed, but had no recollection of it. Oh, how she wish she had.

Fitz had found a particular spot on her neck that he enjoyed. He kissed and sucked on it for a couple of minutes, all while she moaned his name.

He couldn't believe it. Fitz was upset. But more than upset, he was sad. Sad that their first kiss had been under the influence of some crazy drug thing, and that neither of them could remember it. He watched himself do what he so longed to do with the girl next to him. As they watched him suck on her neck, he could see Simmons shift next to him uncomfortably, touching her neck.

"So that's where—" she said to herself.

"Where-what?" he asked quietly, not looking at her.

She didn't turn to look at him either, but quietly replied, "The day we woke up after quarantine, I had a weird looking bruise on my neck—I didn't know what it was—but now I do," she finished, continuing to watch the video.

He had given Simmons a hickey. Part of him was delighted that he had made out with the girl next to him, but part of him was even more upset than before.

How much longer does this go on? He thought. He really hoped they didn't do anything racier than this. This was already difficult enough, and he knew they'd have to talk about what happened, but any more, and it could ruin them. And he didn't want to lose her.

Simmons pushed him off her.

Oh thank goodness, it's over, they both thought.

Then she grabbed him roughly by the collar, and pushed him backwards into the wall, his back hit it with an audible thud, and attacked his mouth with her own.

Now Fitz understood why his back was in so much pain the next day. She must have pushed him hard.

His arms were tightly wound around her back, her hands in his hair. To the unknown person, you'd think they were together.

But they weren't. And they didn't remember any of it.

They watched themselves make out for another 5 minutes, thankfully, nothing racier had happened, when they watched themselves pull apart.

"Fitz, I'm really tired."

"I am too"

"Come," said Fitz as he led her towards a tiny sofa in the corner of the lab, "we can lie down"

They made their way to the sofa, laid down, and spooned each other.

Just when Fitz and Simmons thought the video was over, they heard a very quiet, "I love you Simmons... I always have" come from Fitz.

"I love you too, Fitz," Simmons replied, and then they immediately passed out.

If either of them had been holding their tea cup, it would've been on the floor, shattered into a tiny, million pieces.

Simmons was beyond shocked. She couldn't believe that Fitz would say that and that – that—she responded. She didn't know what she felt. It just all happened so quickly, she needed time for herself, and she needed to get out of there- and fast.

Fitz was panicking. He told Simmons he loved her, and she said she did too. He was pretty sure he's always loved Simmons, he just wasn't ready to admit it yet. This was not how any of this should have happened. This just messed everything up. He was pretty sure their friendship –whatever it was that they had, was over. Why did Coulson let them watch the video? He should have deleted the file, and then purged it from the repository so it would be gone forever. What were they going to do?

They both slowly turned their heads towards one another, and looked each other in the eyes.

Then they both quickly jumped off the couch and ran in opposite directions.

This was going to take a while.

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