He woke suddenly, alone in a bright room and immediately shielded his eyes. Strange room. He thought to himself before propping himself off of his bed.

The last thing he really remembered was… and he drew a blank. He couldn't remember, but it didn't seem that important, his mind was trying to relax, and trying to remember that forgotten memory hurt his head more than it helped. So he dropped it completely, he'd have to ask someone around about what happened to him.

Better yet, ask Simmons! And then he paused to think where she could be since she was nowhere to be found. Last he remembered, without a headache, they got caught by Ward, and Garrett wanted them both to work for Hydra.

And because there were no current guards around him, it seemed that he must've been rescued. Probably just got knocked out…again, that's like the second time in the month. He chuckled to himself, thinking that he probably should've picked up more hand to hand combat skills. But a hit that hard to cause short-term amnesia must've been pretty serious.

He looked around for any signs that this might be a hospital, but everything seemed normal. In fact, it didn't remind him of a hospital at all.

Walking to the door, he tested it quickly and found that it was unlocked. But what was outside was a long hallway that stretched impossibly long.

"SIMMONS!" he paused and looked around, hoping for a response.

"SKYE! COULSON! MAY! TRIP! SIMMONS!" He repeated over and over until his throat felt raw. But still no response, there were plenty of doors, but there wasn't even a sound that acknowledged him. No loud, annoyed voices telling him to shut up, or anybody investigating the noise, it was just emptiness around him.

He involuntary shivered a bit before he walked across to the room parallel to his. He knocked quietly before testing the handle. It was locked.

Well this has gone from weird to creepy in a second flat. His instincts were telling him to find someone, hopefully Simmons, but anyone would do.

This feeling of being trapped and lost made his back prickle with fear.

He walked briskly to each door trying each of their handles, but the results were always the same. Locked, and no response inside.

This is getting ridiculous. He started to panic until he finally spotted what seemed to be an exit and lost all pretenses of checking each one of the doors before bolting for the exit.

He nearly made it when he heard a door that he ran past open up, and turned around to see who had opened their door.

All of the nervousness and fear left his body in a second, and calmness replaced it almost immediately.

"SIMMONS!" He screamed joyfully and ran towards her.

"Fitz, keep it down." But it lacked any conviction or bite, but she smiled at him and he felt as if everything had just come together for him.

"Do you know where we are?"

Simmons paused and looked around, "Honestly, I have no clue either. I woke up and there was nobody there. And this definitely does not look like a hospital. And I'm quite sure that if this was a SHIELD facility or a hospital, that we would either see our team or doctors…

"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing, and honestly I just want to get out of here."

They both nodded at the same time and began to make their way to the door.

When they finally got to the door, Fitz couldn't help but look down at their intertwined hands. Must've happened instinctively, he couldn't remember who had reached out, but really the only thing that mattered was that Simmons was nearby after all.

"It seems as if the version of the Extremis that was reversed engineered by Stark and Banner is working at a faster rate than we believed."

"There has been a lot of increased brain activity in just the past thirty minutes. I would say he should be up in a matter of no time at this rate."

"Then I think we should apply the antiserum now. We don't know if he'll be stable with Extremis, the virus doesn't only repair, it enhances everything."

"But we don't know if the brain has been completely healed yet. Fury stated that he needed this man to be able to keep his intelligence."

"Well, we either wait until it's too late and his body might reject the Extremis and we lose him altogether. Or we can just play it safe, he's out of the deep coma now, and he'll wake up naturally in a few days without the Extremis."

"Or his body might accept the sample and he'll be fine. Then he'll be back to 100%. Hell, he might gain better cognitive skills. And he'll be awake within the next day."

"At the risk of increased aggression or death? This simply isn't the answer."

"Well you're the boss in the end. It's your choice, and we better make it quickly because once the small sample of the virus keeps replicating, we'll be out of time regardless of what choice you want to make."

The two doctors looked at each other before looking at the comatose patient.

"Apply the antiserum."

AN: Same as before about owning Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

So, I've never been in a coma, and I've only just read up on this. But apparently you don't dream while in either an induced or deep coma. But I thought that with Extremis, even though my knowledge on that is VERY limited. It does repair rapidly, and if tissues in your brain were being repaired, maybe you would have dreams? I don't know, I took a lot of liberty with this.

And in his dream phase, the first thing that he'd want to keep, or his mind would prioritize would be Simmons. Then perhaps his mom.

But anyways, thanks for the reviews and PM that I received. It helped a lot more than you guys think.

I don't know how long this will be, but it will probably be pretty short, my little story progression of notes is getting smaller.