Prompt from Anon: FitzSimmons + too many questions

**Note: This is an AU, but I didn't know what to call it since it's not JUST a high school AU or a college AU...maybe more like a "Normal/Regular Life AU"? Lol. So yeah, not labeling this one because of that.

Fitz knew something strange was in the air the minute he sat down for lunch. Maybe it was the fact that it was sunny for once and they were able to eat outside, or maybe it was because he and Jemma both got perfect scores on their chemistry midterms. Maybe she got an acceptance letter from yet another Ivy League college?

There had to be a reason as to why she was practically bouncing up and down in her seat with a maniacal grin on her face as the wind blew her brown curls behind her.

"Jemma…are you okay?" Fitz asked as he plopped down beside her on the grass.

"I know something you don't know," she sang, and for a minute she resembled a super-villain about to reveal her evil plan.

What the hell was she talking about? He wondered how many eyebrow furrows it would take for him to form permanent wrinkles on his forehead because she never ceased to confuse him. "Please, that's impossible," he scoffed. "I know everything."

He had meant it as a joke, but she glared at him anyway. "Not this time!" She took a bite of her sandwich, making a show of chewing as slowly as possible, causing Fitz to roll his eyes. "You have a crush on someone!"

He froze, his cracker dangling just inches away from his gaping mouth, and he knew he couldn't blame the wind this time for the color rushing into his cheeks. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about," he stumbled, stuffing the cracker into his mouth with a few more following suit.

Jemma snickered. "Oh please, it's obvious! The love-struck face with the dopey smile and the glazed-over eyes, …even your pupils resemble little hearts! I see that look all the time now! You're in loooove."

Despite the teasing, the dramatic tilt of her head and her fluttering eyelashes only made the gnawing in the pit of his stomach worse. "And a little birdie may have told me about it," she admitted sheepishly.

Oh no. "Damnit, Skye," Fitz cursed under his breath. That girl could not keep a secret to save her life! He may had been forced to tell Skye about his crush on his best friend when she caught him staring at Jemma once or twice, but did she really have to tell Jemma, of all people? How humiliating. "Look, I can explain, it's really nothing-"

"Is it Raina?"

His jaw slackened. "Pardon?"

"Raina, the girl who sits in front of us in calculus? I see you eyeing her pretty flower dresses all the time."

Fitz snorted while holding back a sigh of relief. "Only because her back is this close to my face!" he protested, holding his fingers up to scale. "I have no choice!"

Jemma shrugged and uncrossed her legs. "Fair enough. Is it Callie?"

"No."

"Is it Jiaying?"

"God no."

"Is it…" Jemma gasped and moved her lips close to his ear. "Skye?" she asked in a hushed whisper.

He gulped at her proximity, but he managed to give her a look that clearly said Are you kidding me? "Of course not," she answered herself upon seeing his grimace. "Well then who is it?"

"I'm not telling!" Fitz exclaimed.

"Why not?"

"Because…it's complicated."

"Oh. Okay."

Jemma smoothed out her brown skirt, a stark contrast to the sunlight beaming down on them, and settled back down in the grass. As he let out a small sigh, the knot in his stomach relaxed and finally, Fitz was able to eat his lunch and enjoy a moment of peace.

"You know I'm going to ask you a million questions until I figure out the answer, right?"

She was an odd bird, alright, but an endlessly inquisitive one at that. And when she was curious about something, she was incredibly persistent.

Fitz chuckled at her petulant indignation. "I wouldn't expect anything less."

"So how did the date go?" was the first thing out of Jemma's mouth as Fitz entered her dorm room.

"Don't ask," he grumbled, dropping his backpack on the floor. The heavy thump seemed to echo his frustration as the sound bounced off of the walls. "There wasn't a date. She stood me up."

"Oh, Fitz!" Jemma scooted over to the side of her bed (the part that wasn't covered with crumpled papers and heavy textbooks) and squeezed his hand comfortingly. "I'm so sorry! Raquel seemed like a nice girl."

"Yeah, well apparently Bobbi isn't the best matchmaker in the world, either," Fitz sighed. "Last time I ever take dating advice from her. She can't even date Hunter for more than a few weeks without breaking up with him!"

And to think I did this whole thing because Bobbi said it would make Jemma jealous. How pathetic.

Jemma raised an eyebrow. "Fitz, be nice," she reprimanded him.

"Sorry," he huffed, crossing his arms in front of him. "It was just a waste of time, that's all."

"Maybe studying nuclear astrophysics with me will help you make up for some of that wasted time!" she chirped, and the look she gave Fitz made his heart swell. "C'mon, I need someone to quiz me."

Fitz sighed and made himself cozy, trying to crumple as few of Jemma's copious notes as possible. "Alright, where do you want to start?"

"Did she ever tell you why she stood you up?"

What part of 'don't ask' did she not understand?

He glared at her. "No."

"Do you want me to talk to her?"

"NO."

"I know this nice girl in my lab that you could go out with-"

"Jemma."

She squeezed her lips together at his warning tone. "Sorry."

It was the middle of the night when Jemma heard the loud knocking on her door and she was floored to see Fitz standing in the rain with flowers cradled in the crook of his arm and a dripping fist aimed straight at the wooden door. "Fitz?" She stared at him, baffled. "What are you doing here? I thought you were out with-"

"I know, I was." He pushed past her to hang his rain coat on the coat rack. "Hold these."

Jemma cringed at the wet, surrounding plastic stuck to her forearms as the flowers were shoved into her empty hands. "I didn't ask you to come in, you know," she said smartly, though secretly she was happy to see him. Ever since his position had gotten transferred to Los Angeles a year ago, a mere twenty minutes from where she currently lives, they had been reconnecting quite a bit. Sure, she felt a little strange whenever he talked about Karen, his assistant-turned-girlfriend, and she would feel this intense anger that she couldn't quite comprehend radiating in her chest, flooding her entire being for just a couple of seconds, but any time spent with him was like a breath of fresh air– even if it was one-bloody-thirty in the morning.

"And this can't wait, so excuse me for not minding my manners," he snapped.

Jemma set the bouquet of roses down on a nearby chair. "Fitz, are you okay? You're acting really strange-"

"Karen broke off the engagement."

The words tumbled out of his mouth in a rush. Jemma's eyes widened in surprise, but she bit back a smile at the same time. Did the news surprise her? Yes. Did it make her sad though? Absolutely not. "What? Why?"

"It, uh…" Suddenly humbled, Fitz's eyes stayed glued to the floor. "It may have had something to do with something I might have told her while drunk at Mack's bachelor party."

That piqued her interest. "What did you say?" she yawned as she rubbed the sand out of her eyes. Although she was indeed curious about this new development, her inquisitiveness didn't dispute how late it was for her.

"That, er…I was in love with someone else. Have been for a long time now."

"Hmm…" Jemma leaned against the kitchen table and tapped her chin with her finger. "Does she have brown hair?"

Fitz shrugged noncommittally, but he was as transparent as the spotless, clean windows of her apartment. "I think so."

"Blue or brown eyes?"

"Definitely brown, but sometimes they change color." The corner of his mouth perked up. "Mostly in the sunlight."

"Does she happen to have two PhDs and an IQ of 150?"

By now, his smile was so big, Jemma was surprised it didn't fill the entire room. "Possibly."

"Is she in the room with us right now?"

Fitz's chest, noticeably firm underneath his tight, blue button-up shirt, shook as he laughed and took a step closer to her. "I'll plead the fifth with that one."

"This is a tough one, so let me think for a moment…"

Fitz bit back a groan of impatience. The sooner she spit it out, the sooner he could (literally) wipe the playful smirk off of her face. "Oooh! Is it me?"

"It really wasn't that hard of a guess, was it?"

Jemma suddenly found herself looking into deep pools of blue unexpectedly close to her face and all of that air seemed to evaporate from her lungs. "I…I think I knew all along," she mused, absentmindedly running a hand through his wet curls.

A thought popped into her mind and she gave Fitz a wicked grin. "I told you I'd figure it out."

"I never doubted you would."

"So what should we do now?"

Fitz chuckled and tenderly cupped her cheek. "You ask too many questions."

And once he kissed her, all her nagging, unnecessary questions about what exactly had happened between Fitz and Karen faded. With the pleasant tingle that came with the touch of his lips and the warmth of the passion that coursed through her veins…it was as if Karen had never existed.

I may not write new drabbles for a while since my main goal right now is to finish writing "You're Just Different Now, and There's Nothing Wrong With That," but I have a bunch of requests that I need to fulfill so there'll be more coming eventually!