Hey folks! This one is for the Fitzsimmons shippers out there :) And I threw I nice scene in there for the Huntingbird (I think that's the Bobbi/Hunter ship) fans as well.

"Okay, Mack," Simmons commanded. "He should be pretty stable now. Would you mind staying here and watching him for a few minutes while I clean up?"

"Of course," Mack replied kindly. "In fact, why don't you take the night off? I'm sure you're exhausted…you've had one heck of a day. I'll let you know if anything happens."

"Thank you", Simmons sighed appreciatively. "I'll let Agent Morse…Bobbi know you're in here in case you want her to take a shift."

"Don't bother" Mack replied. "I've got this. Bobbi's got a bit of a temper issue when it comes to traitors…I'm not so sure Ward would still be breathing in the morning after Bobbi's watch."

"That's why I suggested her," Simmons mumbled under her breath. Mack looked at her questioningly, but Simmons shook her head with a small smile. "Thanks again for taking over, Mack. Good night." Mack smiled at her, and sat down in a chair next to Ward's bed as she left the room.

The instant Simmons closed the door behind her, she dissolved into tears. She couldn't believe she had been forced to save that monster's life! After everything he had done to the team…especially to her and Fitz. Simmons was so blinded by her tears that as she rounded the corner, she completely collided with another person.

They both screamed, then relaxed when they recognized each other.

"Fitz!" Simmons cried, turning her head away so he wouldn't see her tears. "What are you doing over here? I thought Bobbi and Hunter were with you."

Fitz was staring at the ground, embarrassed. "They were…I pretended to be sleeping for a while, then they decided to go…umm…sleep…somewhere else." Fitz lifted his head and looked stared at Simmons, agitated. "What the hell was up with May earlier? What didn't she want me to see? I'm not some weakling, you know, I just –" Fitz stopped as he saw the tears streaming down Simmons's face. "Jemma?" he asked softly. "Are you okay".

Simmons shook her head, unable to speak. Fitz's heart went out to her. For the first time in ages, he walked up to her and pulled her into a hug. They hadn't been this close to each other since they were trapped under water. Simmons smiled through her tears…it felt wonderful to have her best friend back.

Hunter grinned lazily as Bobbi pulled herself off the bed and stretched. "I'm going to take a shower," he said, and she nodded.

"I'll still be here." She flopped back on the bed as Hunter closed the door to the bathroom. As Hunter let the warm water run over his body, he thought about his relationship with Bobbi. There was really no hiding it that he was still completely in love with her. Maybe it's time to give this marriage thing another shot, he thought as he turned off the shower, maybe I was a little immature about ending it the first time. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and stepped out of the bathroom. He opened his mouth to bring up his idea to Bobbi, but froze when he heard:

"Okay, sweetie, talk to you later. Love you."

Hunter walked into the bedroom and said, "Sweetie? Love you? What the hell was that?" Bobbi paled, shoving her phone under the covers as if that would make it disappear. "Bobbi! Answer me! Is this a boyfriend? Or your new husband? What the hell is going on?"

"Stop it!" Bobbi screamed. "It's none of your business…just leave me alone!"

"None of my business?" Hunter asked sarcastically. "No not at all, except for the fact that I'm sleeping with you! I'm not going to ask you again…Who were you talking to?"

"Alex." Bobbi said in a tiny voice, avoiding Hunter's glare.

"And who the hell is –"

"Our daughter."

"Hey, Simmons?" Fitz began gently, "I think it's time we finished that talk, okay?" Simmons nodded, and let Fitz lead her by the hand into their old lab area. He pulled out two chairs and sat down across from her. "First of all, what's wrong? I haven't seen you this upset since we were…since Ward…"

When she heard Ward's name, Simmons began sobbing uncontrollably again. Fitz grew even more concerned. "Jemma, what happened?"

"It's Ward" she choked out. "He's the one I had to save. Fitz, I'm so sorry. I wanted to kill him, I really did. He doesn't deserve to live after what he did to you."

Fitz paled. "Ward? He's here?" When Simmons nodded miserably, Fitz let himself sink into the chair. Simmons continued to sob.

"Fitz, I'm so, so sorry. I'm sure you hate me. I broke our promise."

"Of course I don't hate you, Jemma. I could never hate you." Fitz said, looking tenderly at his closest friend. "But what was this about breaking a promise?"

"You…you don't remember?" Simmons asked. Fitz shook his head, looking confused. "It was right after you woke up from the coma. You were really upset, and kept yelling about your parents…monkeys…and me." Simmons paused to wipe the tears off her cheeks. Fitz was staring at her intently, hungry for information about this lost period of time.

"Most of the time we couldn't make sense of what you were saying" Simmons continued. "But one time, when I was visiting you, I promised that I would make Ward pay for what he did to you." Simmons took a deep shuddering breath. "For the first time since you woke up, you calmed down. You relaxed, and smiled at me. So I took that promise to heart. I swore to you, and myself, that I would kill him. And I had my chance, Fitz, but I couldn't do it! I'm so sorry!"

"Jemma, that wasn't me…I would never ask you to do that. You're not a killer, Jemma," Fitz said, as he reached out and held Simmons's hand. "You're a scientist, a beautiful, kind, brilliant person who knows how to save people."

Simmons smiled at him through her tears. "Thank you."

"You were going to tell me something earlier." Fitz reminded her. "Before Skye disappeared off our radar this morning."

"Right, of course." Simmons said worriedly. "About why I left." Fitz let go of her hands, and leaned back in his chair, bracing himself. "Fitz, for those nine days you were in the coma, you have no idea how much I tortured myself. I hated myself for not being able to save you. I was so scared that you would die, that I would be all alone, and I wouldn't even have a chance to say goodbye."

"And then you woke up" Simmons continued, "And I was so relieved. But like I said, you were different, always yelling. And you…you blamed me too. You said that it was my fault we got stuck down there, my fault for not talking Ward out of trying to kill us, my fault that I let you give me the oxygen. And I believed you…you were right; it was all my fault."

Fitz tried to speak, but Simmons shook her head violently. Now that she had started to talk, she couldn't stop. "The only time you would calm down around me was when I promised to kill Ward. So every time I visited you, I would have to describe my plans for killing him, or else you wouldn't let me near you. I hated myself for the things I was saying, so I left. I wasn't able to make you better, Fitz…I only made you worse. Because the calmer you were with me, the angrier you were with everyone else. I'm so sorry that I made you think I didn't accept you for who you are…it was myself that I couldn't accept."

"Why couldn't you have told me that, Jemma?" Fitz asked, tears streaming down his cheeks. When she just shook her head, wordless, he continued. "I'm so sorry I made you do that, Simmons. I'm sorry for not understanding…for not trusting you. It's not your fault –none of it is. I gave you that oxygen because I wanted to…because I love you."

I hope ya'll enjoyed the chapter! I have a question for you! Would you like me to continue adding chapters to this story? I recently created an account through Wattpad and have been posting the story there as well, so if you're not super interested in my story, let me know, and I'll only post on the other site. But if there is even one person who wants me to continue here, I promise I will! :)