Quick A/N (bigger one below): Don't own the show. If I did, this would be canon.

Anyways the first scene is just two unnamed doctors who really aren't going to get names unless someone wants me to name them, they aren't important at all. But if you have suggestions, feel free. I am terrible with names. Probably would've named them Dr. Bob and Dr. Steve. Anyways, enjoy!

"He's stabilized for now. The MRI results show that the tissues in his brain seem to be healthy and normal."

"And the Extremis?"

"It should be gone from his system, if his arm is any indication. Had we kept the Extremis in his body just a bit longer, it most likely would've healed his arm."

"But it may have started the process of the complete infusion of the Extremis and the brain. It doesn't just heal the body, it changes the nervous system by accessing the recovery center of the brain. The virus doesn't just magically heal, it forces the body to change genes. We only took the gamble because we knew there was brain damage, and repairing the brain is more complicated than repairing the body."

"So is that the reason why the effect of the Extremis didn't take place as fast as we thought?"

"At least in the recovered footage of the tests, it was within five to ten minutes after the patient was healed with the Extremis, for it to show that it was not compatible with the patient. That's why we were closely monitoring his brain, the moment we saw activity, it would be safe to say that the Extremis was done with the brain and ready to see if his body would accept it."

"Well regardless, the patient should be awake any moment now. His heart rate and brain activity show that he's now in deep sleep. Our job is done."

"We still have to see if there have been any changes, we may have eliminated the Extremis from his body, but Ms. Potts still suffered some after effects of having been in contact with it."

Fitz opened his eyes slowly to the incessant beeping of a heart monitor.

He took a look at his surroundings and tried to get up. But his body felt too lethargic to actually move. He tried to say something, but his voice was hoarse from no use. He shook his head to shake the sudden tiredness that he felt when he saw a man in a white coat enter his room.

"How are you feeling?"

"M'fine."He slurred, eyes trying to focus on the man. "Wh're 'm I?"

"One of the last SHIELD medical facilities in the states. But you are by far the most serious case we've had in awhile. You should rest some more, you've just recovered from a coma that was caused by Hypoxia."

Hypoxia? Fitz racked his brain before asking the doctor, "what d'ya mean?"

"Loss of oxygen in the brain combined with a bit of decompression sickness led to a deep coma. Now rest, I'll fill you in once you're fully able to understand what I'm about to say next."

Fitz nodded in agreement and closed his eyes, rest for now, and then get to the bottom of this.

He woke up feeling refreshed a few hours later. At least it seemed to him to be a few hours. No bloody clock in the room. But he was awake now, and feeling a lot better about it.

Now was the time to gather his thoughts about what happened. He vaguely remembered his dream, but to be quite honest with himself, it was still pretty hazy. But it didn't matter, focusing on the dream was the last thing he needed to think about. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he blinked a couple of times before it hit him, where the bloody hell is the team?

Looking around for some sort of device to notify anyone that he was awake, he began to remember what the doctor had said. Loss of oxygen to the brain and decompression sickness. He repeated that like a mantra until his gut felt like it was hit with a sledgehammer. THE POD. Grant, that git, dumped us into the middle of the ocean. He could've killed Jemma. Almost killed me too. He added as an afterthought.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Before his mind jumped again, where's Jemma? He may not have expected the team to have visited, being busy and all with stopping Hydra, but there was no sign that he received any visitors at all.

His cheeks started to redden as he remembered the last words he said to Jemma. But that possibly couldn't have kept her away… right?

Am I in the same place as the team? Did Jemma tell Coulson about what I said, and then he had us separated? Where was the bloody doctor? Thousands of questions flooded his head and there was no one there to answer them.

His musings were cut short when the bloody doctor finally opened the door to his room with a tired look on his face. About damn time.

"How are you feeling Leopold?" The doctor looked down at his clipboard and made a few notations.

"Just peachy." Fitz stared at the clipboard and then to the doctor. "One question though, where is my team? If this helps, Agent Coulson was the leader on my team."

"They're in an undisclosed location that didn't have the necessary facilities to treat you. Now I have to ask a few questions, so please bear with me." The doctor flipped a page on his clipboard, "What is the last thing you remember?"

"Being betrayed by a friend who almost killed me and my partner." He shook his head, he'd have to smack some sense into Ward the next he saw him.

"Do you feel the need to destroy anything or harm anyone?"

Fitz looked up and laughed, "Excuse me?"

"Do you feel the need to destroy anything or harm anyone?" The doctor repeated with a serious tone.

"No, absolutely not." Fitz answered, not sure if he should laugh at the absurdity of the question now that the doctor looked like he was serious about it. "Should I be?" He joked back, but the doctor just stared at him before continuing.

Fitz smile morphed into a frown and looked on concernedly as the doctor ignored his question and barraged him with more strange and seemingly irrelevant questions. He was about to question the legitimacy of the doctor and his practice before he was asked about how well he could perform mental tasks and other cognitive functions.

But those questions were very few, and in the end to Fitz, everything seemed to be completely normal. And it seemed as if the doctor agreed.

"Very well, Leopold. As is with any patient waking up from a coma from an extended period of time. We'll need to start rehabilitating your muscles. But since you were only out for a week, the rehabilitation should only take a few days. Granted you'll feel more tired after doing more strenuous activities, but you'll feel as if nothing ever happened to you." The doctor smiled and organized his clipboard. "Except for that arm of course. But if you need anything, flip this switch and someone will be by to help you."

The doctor turned to leave before Fitz questioned him.

"Wait a moment now, what kind of brain damage did I receive? I feel completely normal. I was thinking about what you said, and if it was so serious that I needed to be in some type of medical facility, how come there's nothing wrong with me? I mean even though it was a short coma, shouldn't there be some type of mental wall that I'm trying to overcome here?"

The doctor paused to look at Fitz, internally debating how much of the truth he should be given before replying in a measured voice, "We were given orders by both the former and current director of SHIELD to keep your mental abilities intact. But given the extent of your injuries, drastic measures had to be taken in order for that goal to be accomplished."

Fitz looked on with trepidation as the doctor continued, "We gave you an experimental drug, that had a high probability that you would be able to regain your intelligence and memory, but at the cost of heightened aggression and other things. Now, we're not 100% positive that we're out of the woods. So during your rehabilitation, if anything feels off for you, please don't keep it a secret. Early treatment is always effective treatment."

"One last question, if I may. How long was I out?"

"You were in a deep coma for three days. We administered the drug and within 30 minutes, you exited the deep coma and we put you into a medically induced coma for four days. Then when we were 100% positive that your brain had healed completely, we pulled you out of the coma and your body went into a deep sleep for approximately eight hours. And after you woke up, you then went back to sleep for another four hours."

"So almost 8 days?"

"Today would be the eighth day." Came the tired reply of the doctor.

"And the time?"

"Currently 3:30 AM, we can start your rehab today. Is that all?"

"Yeah… thanks." Fitz nodded and stared at the wall, trying to think of what he could do for the next few hours before he could finally start making any progress of getting out of here and rejoining the team.

However, after a few minutes of thinking he was freshly awake, his eyes started to droop, and before he knew it, was back to sleep and dreaming of better times with a certain scientist.

A/N: So, I went with no super Fitz. Just because I think my imagination isn't that good to have a Fitz with the ability to breathe fire, have super speed and strength, and be able to make his body so hot that it melts steel. (Also hyper regeneration)

Also I work in the world of finance. I literally took an intro to Bio course at my uni and that's the extent of my "medical" knowledge. And I'm not at all interested in medical shows/dramas, so that beginning part was a lot of hooplah that I thought would make sense. Writers make up stuff on shows all the time anyway. And that's as believeable as I could make it.

Anyways, Fitz and Simmons soon to be reunited. Woooooooo.