I am really happy with you guys! When I checked today, I had six new reviews. I've decided to make the next two chapters a combination of Fitz and Simmons, rather than focusing on one, then the other. I really love this ship, and hope I can write this chapter to your expectations! There may be an adult theme in this chapter, and it may be inappropriate for some people. The rating is still T, as nothing is explicit, and references are mild. I may delete and rewrite this chapter if it has bad reception. Note: I am a Whovian for those who were wondering. So glad someone caught my reference! Allons-y!
Fitz woke up to find himself in a small cell, Simmons lying across from him. He'd been awakened by a scream, and was glad to find his partner close and safe. However, Fitz knew that they were anything but safe. Without Skye and Ward, Fitz had no idea how he could ever get himself and Simmons out alive. He crawled over to Jemma and put her head in his lap. Her eyes fluttered, and finally opened.
"Fitz? Where are we? What happened?" she asked frantically.
"Relax, Jemma. We'll be fine. We were all knocked out somehow. Skye and Ward aren't here, but- but I'm sure they're fine too," Fitz said, trying to comfort her.
"You're a terrible liar, Fitz. You don't think we'll be fine. I don't either, but we at least need a plan. We can't leave unless we have Skye and Ward with us, so we need to find them," Jemma said, trying to distract herself.
"I heard a scream, and think it was Skye." He sighed, "Jemma, if things go bad, you can't wait for me. You need to stay safe, no matter what happens to me. You can find Skye and Ward, and then get out. As long as you're safe, I'm happy," Fitz replied.
"But Fitz, you don't mean-"Jemma started to say.
"Yes, Jemma, I do. I-" Fitz took a deep breath, "I lo-" As Fitz started his sentence, one of the thugs entered, the largest and strongest of the three.
He hauled a struggling Fitz away from Jemma and used rope to tie her hands behind her back. Fitz lunged and the man from behind, but was thrown back, unable to get up again. Fitz realized the man had shot him with something similar to the Night-Night Gun, only Fitz was partially paralyzed.
"My name is Markus, and I suggest you both do as I say. I will ask you a question, and of you don't give the answers, I will have to take my anger out on this lovely lady. I doubt you want that to happen, but personally, I want an excuse to put my hands on her. Vladimir told me to go easy on you, but I don't intend to," the man said, looking at Fitz.
"Fitz, please don't! I'll be fine! Don't tell him anything!" Jemma pleaded. Markus slapped Jemma, silencing her.
"I don't need any motivation to hurt you, so shut up! Now, Mr. Fitz, what was in the dendrotoxin in your tranquilizing gun?" the man threatened.
Looking at Jemma's scared face hurt Fitz so much, but he said nothing. Markus walked over and punched Fitz's jaw. Still, he wouldn't give up any information, just as he swore to do. Markus pushed Jemma against the wall and forcefully kissed her, pulling some hair in the process. Jemma let out a muffled scream, and let tears come to her eyes when Markus pulled away. He studied them both, as if debating whether to continue.
"Well, I need you both in one piece, so that's it for now. You'll be doing research for us, and if you refuse, you'll be useless. We don't keep useless prisoners here. Your friends are alive, but only unless you cooperate. I'll be back tomorrow to get you, with a meal. If there's any funny business, you won't get warnings." Just as he said that, a radio went off from inside his jacket.
"Security breach on level E! All personnel report to level E for security breach! Report to level E!" the radio called. Markus rushed out the door. Whatever level E held must be important. Fitz was regaining his movement and went over to Jemma, who had collapsed. She was shivering from fright and disgust.
"Shh. Jemma, I'm here. I'm so, so sorry. I-I hated seeing that, but I couldn't give them that information. Please don't hate me. I'm so sorry," Fitz said, pleading for forgiveness. Jemma pulled herself up into a sitting position and hugged her partner.
"Don't be so daft Fitz. You don't know how lucky we are. Much worse things could have happened. I could never hate you. We both need to be strong for each other. Like you said, we've been together 'the whole damn time' and that isn't about to change."
As she said that, Jemma realized something. She turned around to look at the door. It hadn't been shut all the way. In his haste, Markus had forgotten to shut the door. A mindless mistake was about to save their lives. Fitz, having the same realization, helped Jemma stand. Thought both wobbly, they balanced each other.
They silently left the room to find a white hallway. The ceiling was labeled 'Level B,' so they figured that most guards were a few levels away. Jemma began to move in one direction, but Fitz held on to her wrist. She turned back around, confused.
"Jemma, we have a better chance of finding Ward and Skye if we split up. They have to be close, so we'll probably be able to see each other the whole time. However, if we don't see each other again, I need to say it. Jemma Simmons…. I love you."
So Fitz dropped the bomb. Please tell me how you feel, because I do have some other ideas if I realize I don't like this. I resolved not to quit, but I may not update in a while due to my busy schedule. Hope you enjoyed Easter!