Hi everyone! I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to post this...I've been super busy with finals, and had a bit of a writers block. But hopefully the chapter is worth the wait! I promise to have the next chapter out soon! As always, please comment with any suggestions/criticisms/complements! Enjoy! :)

Hunter sat down on the bed, speechless. Bobbi started to speak, but Hunter waved her off, finally finding words: "Our daughter." Bobbi nodded apprehensively. "Our daughter, as in a child that we made together."

Bobbi forced a laugh. "That's usually how it works, isn't it?"

"How it usually works, Bobbi, is the mother tells the father when they are about to have a child!"

"You were the one who filed for divorce, Lance! There was no reason you should know about her!"

"I fathered her, damnit!" Hunter yelled. "Does she know anything about me? Or did you make up some lie about how I died doing something heroic so she wouldn't have to be ashamed of me?!"

For the first time in their relationship, Bobbi was scared. She had always been the one in charge, the responsible one, the sane one. She wasn't used to Lance standing up to her, but for some reason, it made her respect him more.

"Well?" Hunter demanded.

Bobbi looked at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Would you like to meet her?"

Simmons stared at her partner, struggling to find words. "Oh Fitz," Jemma whispered. "When…Why…?"

"Since you had that virus a couple years ago. When you jumped out of the plane, I couldn't think about anything other than how hard my life would be without you. I was ready to jump out of the plane, and if you had d-died before I got to you, I don't think I would've released my parachute. I can't live without you, Jemma."

Simmons gasped, and covered her mouth with her hands. She couldn't bear to hear Fitz talking about killing himself, especially after he had come so close to doing so when he saved her in the ocean. Too emotional to speak, she stood up clumsily, and tried to leave the room, but Fitz grabbed onto her arm, and gently made her sit.

"Jemma, do you love me?"

Simmons buried her head in her hands, sobbing "Don't make me answer that, Fitz, I can't."

"Jemma, I have to know. If you don't…it's okay. I'll be okay." He looked up at her hopefully. "But if you do…we could be happy together. Forever."

Simmons took a deep breath, and looked into her best friend's eyes. She sighed deeply. "I don't know, Fitz. You've always been the kindest, most supportive, most loyal friend I could ever imagine. And I love you like a friend, I really do." She gave him a small smile.

"Fitz, I never considered having anything more between us. For one thing, May and Coulson would kill us…people like us aren't supposed to have families. We're agents, Fitz. We could die any day."

Fitz bowed his head, saddened by her response. Simmons continued in an agitated tone: "And even if we don't, what happens if it doesn't work out? I don't want to end up like May and C–…Ward."

Fitz raised his eyebrow at his partner. "Were you about to say May and Coulson?"

"No, of course not!" Simmons said, blushing furiously. "May and Ward…because, you know, they were a couple…kind of…and Ward betrayed us!"

"Jemma, you're a terrible liar." Though he was still upset she had refused to admit any feelings for him, he was curious about their superior agents. "You would've used Skye and Ward as your example. You were going to say Coulson. What's wrong with May and Coulson?"

"Nothing." Jemma murmured. "Forget it."

It was Fitz's seventh day in the coma. After sitting by his bedside for the last ten hours, Jemma finally stood up, stretching her sore muscles. She kissed Fitz on the cheek, and whispered "See you tomorrow" before leaving the room.

As soon as she closed the door, she let the tears flow down her face. She was careful not to cry when she was visiting Fitz, because she knew he could hear her, and she didn't want to upset him. She was exhausted mentally and physically. She had barely slept over the past week; she had spent every waking hour with Fitz, talking to him, begging for him to wake up. Simmons leaned against the wall, taking gulping breaths as she sobbed.

"At least he's alive" came a quiet voice from a few feet away. Simmons jumped, and seeing May standing a few feet away, wiped her eyes furiously.

"Hello, Agent May" Simmons said with a pathetic attempt to appear calm. "How are you this evening?"

"We're off the clock, Jemma." May said gently. "You can call me May." Simmons nodded, and continued to brush tears out of her eyes. "You're an incredibly strong young woman," May told the young scientist. "Fitz is lucky to have someone like you there for him."

"Oh, May." Simmons cried miserably. "What am I supposed to do? I miss him so much."

May put her arm around the sobbing agent. "Like I said, at least he's alive. You don't know what it's like to have someone you love more than anything in the world die. And you don't even get a chance to say goodbye. It's hell, Jemma."

Simmons looked up at the older agent. "Who did you lose, May?" she asked gently.

"Coulson." May said quietly. "And even though he's alive now, I've never gotten over it." May squeezed Jemma's hand tightly and said firmly, "Now you get some sleep…that's an order."

"Yes, May."

"Fitz, please try to understand," Simmons pleaded. "I came so close to losing you, to having to spend the rest of my life without my best friend. You have no idea what that feels like. During those nine days you were in the coma, and all throughout your recovery, all I ever wished for was for you to be okay."

Simmons paused, making sure Fitz was listening. "Is it okay to just stay friends for now? Maybe one day I will realize I've loved you all along, or maybe you'll realize you never really loved me. But for now, I just want my best friend back."

"Okay," Fitz said softly. "I can live with that." With an impressive attempt at sounding cheerful, Fitz said "How about we do something together that friends would do? Watch a movie together, maybe?"

Simmons smiled at him happily, "That sounds perfect."

Skye shifted in the chair once again. Watching over an unconscious agent sure was boring. When is he going to wake up?! Skye thought crossly. I need to get this over with.

She jumped as she heard a cheerful voice over the comms: "Will Agents Morse, Hunter, Mack, Coulson, May, and Skye please report to the sitting area?" Skye raised her eyebrows. She hadn't heard Simmons sound so happy in months. Skye sighed, glancing at Ward who was showing no signs of waking.

"Catch you later" she muttered to the unconscious agent before leaving the room.

Five minutes later, all the agents were sitting on the sofa together, looking expectantly at Simmons. The biochemist beamed at them, saying "Now we've all had a very stressful past couple of days, and I think it's time we have some team bonding to cheer us up!"

The agents all looked around at each other, slightly confused. "Fitz and I decided we should all watch a movie together!" Simmons continued excitedly. Fitz mumbled something under his breath, but shook his head when Mack looked at him questioningly.

"A movie sounds like a great idea" Skye said, smiling at her friend. "How about Captain America?" Coulson grinned at her, but Simmons shook her head.

"Nope! Nothing super-hero-y. We're going to watch a Disney movie!"

"How about Mulan?" Skye suggested. Coulson shot a look at May, who was glaring at her protégée.

"How about not?" May snapped. Many of May's superior agents had called her Mulan back in the day, before the nickname had been replaced with The Calvary.

"What about 'The Lion King'?" Bobbi suggested. "That was my favorite movie as a kid."

"Any objections?" Simmons asked, looking around. When no one spoke up, she jumped up to grab the movie. "The Lion King it is!"

The eight agents all situated themselves around the T.V. as the movie began. Fitzsimmons sat together on the sofa, Simmons's head leaning on Fitz's shoulder. May sat on the floor, her back against a chair, eyes closed. She smiled as she heard Coulson laughing at the banter between Zasu and Simba. For some reason, Phil had always identified with the stuffy bird. Mack was perched on a stool, watching Bobbi and Hunter, who were talking quietly together and holding hands.

Skye was curled up in the loveseat by herself. She had been pretty calm that day, but as Mufasta's death scene approached, she began to feel angry. She had always considered Scar the most evil of all villains because he had murdered his own brother.

He's just like Ward she thought bitterly. Then an even scarier idea came to mind. Just like me! she thought, her breaths becoming more rapid. I killed my father! I'm the bad guy. Oh my god, what have I done? Panicked, Skye suddenly jumped up and ran from the room. Coulson made to get up and follow her, but May put her hand on his leg to stop him. "Let her be" she muttered. "She just needs some time; she'll be okay."

Coulson uneasily sat back down, and he watched Timon and Pumba stumble across poor Simba who had passed out in the desert. He smiled slightly, and mouthed to May "that's us!" She raised an eyebrow in amusement and nodded.

Taking a minute to compose herself, Skye reached Ward's room. For the first time in ages, she felt like she had more in common with her former S.O. than with anyone else on the team. She quietly walked in, and was surprised to find him awake and looking around.

"You were right." She said abruptly, startling him. "We do need to talk."