Okay, here is the Fitzsimmons chapter! I absolutely love Fitzsimmons, even more than Skyeward (I'M SORRY OKAY) because something about their interactions are so innocent and wonderful. Plus the fact that they're absolutely adorable. I hope you guys enjoyed this threeshot and I'm going to start a series of oneshots for Fitzsimmons later today so please check that out!


Disclaimer: I don't own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. or Marvel. If I did, I would know why the promo looked like that but I don't. Also, please do not discuss that promo with me unless you want me to shatter.


There were things that she could see coming before they even happened. She knew what was going to come next, she knew the sequence like the back of her hand just because everything and everyone has a certain predictability. She wasn't psychic, she was just plain brilliant.

Out of everyone on the entire plane, she figured that she'd always been the most predictable. She always wore those blouses and sweater that went well with her cheerful personality, she always had the same corn flakes for breakfast and she always remained beside her partner as much as she possibly could.

So all in all, her mind figured out that developing romantic feelings for him were not completely out of the question. She tried to make sense of the feelings, no matter how impossible it was. It was only when Skye had shoved her out of her bunk that she realized that she'd been thinking the wrong way.

All that time, she thought with her mind, trying to figure everything out; when in reality, her best bet was to start thinking with her heart. She was an expert on many things and had two PhDs, but such matters were things she was wholly oblivious to.

"Simmons, what's going on? What's she talking about?" He asked but she couldn't focus on his words. She tried to search her mind for any excuse, anything that would shake him off of her trail. Something about the idea of telling the person you like that you like them is just gruesomely scary.

Before her mind even processed her actions, she was already walking away with the heels of her comfortable suede boots making a sound that echoed throughout the corridor. She could hear him calling after her, asking questions as he continued to follow her, but she focused on trying to get away.

"Oh come on Simmons, the girl already told you to tell me!" He rambled on as they neared the spiraling staircase down to the lab. Both had thrown out the idea of sleep, much too awake with the thought of the other on their minds. "I'm not going to leave you alone until you tell me."

"It was nothing, Fitz," She said without even turning to glance at him as he trailed behind her like lace. "You just happened to come by when she was telling me to convince you that she's not the bad person that everyone makes her out to be."

She'd always been a terrible liar, always stopping at the wrong points in the sentence when she made it up as she went along. He knew this and continued to follow her despite the irritable look on his best mate's face.

"You're lying to me, Jemma."

She was already halfway down the staircase when he'd said this and she almost stumbled forward at his words. He quickly steadied her so that she wouldn't fall down and she felt her breath hitch in her throat at the feeling of his hands on her waist.

She turned to face him with an astonished look upon her pretty face. "You're accusing me of lying?" She all but yelled at him, even if he was right. She just couldn't bring herself to tell him anything. "I'm completely baffled by your accusation."

"Stop it!" He yelled back and she shrunk away slightly, seeing a look in his eyes that wasn't quite anger but more frustration than anything. "I'm your best mate Simmons and I am not going to stand for you not telling me something that I am obviously a part of!"

She scoffed before continuing to make her way down the steps. The plane suddenly seemed colder and she felt as if the whole world was about to crash around her. Something about the whole situation said that if she didn't tell him, he was going to make it a bigger ruckus that they wouldn't be able to resolve.

"What the hell are you so afraid of that you can't tell me, Jemma?" He asked her and she was taken aback by this. Her fingers were just about to enter the code that opened the lab doors, but she withdrew. "You're so afraid of telling me that you're making us fight."

"Have you always been this accusing?"

"Have you always been this infuriating?"

"Well, pardon me if I find bloody idiots like you attractive!"

She never meant to say it; her heart made an impulsive decision that travelled to her mouth in less than a nanosecond. They both stood there, shocked by her own confession, with their jaws hanging open and their brilliant minds filled with words that they couldn't say.

"Y-you find me attractive?" He said in a voice that was barely even a squeak. She looked like a fish out of water by the way she her mouth opened and closed when she tried to find something to say. He walked forward to touch her. "Jemma, I-"

Both the cargo hold and the laboratory suddenly went black. He caught a glimpse of Simmons punching in the numbers to the power before they went off. He heard the lab doors open and slipped inside. He memorized the lab by heart, but he had no idea where she'd hidden herself. She was small enough to hide in the crevices.

He suddenly heard the sound of her crying, a sound that made him feel like joining her. They'd always followed along, mimicking each other's actions without even realizing it. But he guessed that it also went the same way with emotions sometimes.

He encoded for the lights to turn back on and dimmed them so that they were soft and pleasing to the eye. He spotted her with her face buried in her hands in a space between the supply closet and one of the tables. The space was big enough for both of them to fit in, so he figured that he should join her.

They both welcomed the heat radiating from each other's bodies. They were in close enough proximity that their knees bumped each other as she continued to cry, but being there beside him gave her some unexpected comfort.

He tried to put his arm around her, but he'd always been so amazingly awkward that he just couldn't manage it. Instead, he settled for patting and rubbing her back, drawing lazy circles on it the way he knew she liked him to draw on her hand when the field got worse.

"I'm sorry Fitz."

"What are you sorry for?" The puzzled look on his face was rewarded by her finally getting her face out of her hands to look at him. He wiped the tears and their trails from her face with his thumb and she closed her eyes.

"I'm sorry I fell for you, I never meant to. I know that I'm your best mate and I'm nothing perfect, but you're just such a bloody idiot that I couldn't help myself. I can memorize a hundred page book in an hour but I couldn't-"

He never got to find out what she couldn't do. He held her tighter in his arms, tighter than he ever had in his entire life. Even after times when they'd almost gotten killed, he had never held her tighter and closer to him than he did then.

"You don't have to be sorry." He whispered in her ear and she found that the sound of his Scottish lilt was more comforting to her than ice cream and tissues. "Nobody chooses who they fall for and I sure as hell didn't mean to fall for you either."

His words made her smile, the genuine one that she'd made whenever she made a new discovery. "You know what I said? About you being a bloody idiot?" She asked and he felt her nod with his head still on her shoulder. "Well, I'm just like you."

He pulled away from her and looked at her face. In the dim light, her brown eyes shone with excitement at the events that just occurred and the tears were nothing but a memory. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear impulsively and stroked his thumb at the edge of her mouth.

His kiss was both chaste and passionate. He did not ask for much from her, but he only asked that she assure him that she felt the same way about him. She returned the sigh of affection, breathing out a small sigh of happiness.

"You're still infuriating." He said and she leaned her head against his shoulder.

Maybe their day wasn't so bad after all.