A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and/or followed this story! Here's chapter two…
Fitz was examining an end of one of Bobbi's batons and thinking about ways to improve it. He already added electric shocks and heat but now he wanted to do something with a neurotoxin. He just needed to consult Jemma about how much and the best way to administer it.
Though he supposed a neurotoxin wouldn't be needed when just hitting someone with the stick would do the same damage...
The lab doors hissed open. Fitz looked up, about to spout out his idea for the batons, when he realized it was Bobbi at the door and not Simmons.
He set down the baton and gave her a small wave while she joked and said "Don't look so disappointed."
Fitz laughed and shook his head slightly.
Bobbi walked over to his work bench and stood next to him. He was about to turn away and start explaining the latest upgrades to her weapon when he felt a tug on his neck tie and suddenly her lips were on his.
After a few seconds, and the initial shock wore off, Fitz pulled away.
"Uh...what was that about?" Fitz sputtered.
She winked at him and simply said, "You'll thank me later," and left the lab.
Fitz stared after her dumbfounded. What did she mean by that? And why was she always winking at him?!
The next morning Jemma headed to the lab early. She and Fitz usually went together but she just wasn't sure what she'd say to him today. She thought that the sooner she submerged herself in her work, the better.
She finally felt like things were getting back to normal with Fitz. With him remembering most of their Academy and SciOp days, his attitude was very much like when they first boarded the bus. And no amount of memory loss could dissipate his stubbornness.
It sounded weird to say, but she loved when they bickered. Whether it was about some scientific discovery or the probability of how many times a certain commercial would come on when they were watching a show; it made everything feel right again.
She was almost to the lab when she realized she forgot one of her notebooks in her room. It had all her latest observations on a new antiserum she was developing.
She sighed and started heading back to her room; she was bound to forget something when her mind was elsewhere.
And, naturally, the person she was trying to avoid just so happened to be knocking outside her door.
Jemma quickly and quietly slipped into the nearest unlocked room to avoid him.
But as she closed the supply closet door, it was like another door in her brain opened. A door that opened the logical part of her mind.
This is ridiculous, she thought. Fitz was her best friend!
Friend.
And that was it.
He didn't know that he showed her how he really felt before he pushed that bloody button in the med pod. He didn't know that she whispered she felt the same way while he laid unconscious in his hospital bed.
The only thing he knew about that day was that he drowned and was lucky to be alive, and that's because that's the only thing Coulson told him. Jemma was the only one that knew the whole story and she didn't want to overwhelm Fitz with the information.
It was better if he remembered on his own, or perhaps, now because he had this thing with Bobbi, it was better if he didn't remember at all.
They've had significant others before and they've always managed. There was no reason to avoid him. It wasn't his fault he didn't feel the same way anymore.
She was just upset because she wanted things to go back exactly how they were. After witnessing the incident with Bobbi yesterday, that fantasy was obliterated.
This was her new reality; a Fitz that had no memory of how extent their partnership really was, and a partnership that would evolve into nothing more.
Jemma sighed. And it was time to face this new reality.
As she reached for the door knob to leave, someone else opened it first from the other side, causing her to jump back in surprise.
Fitz knocked on Jemma's door, just as he did every morning, with a cup of tea for Jemma in his unbroken hand and an unknotted tie draped over his shoulders.
In a couple days he was getting his cast off, and he was kind of sad to see it go just because of this. He rather enjoyed his morning chats with Simmons, and he liked to watch her deft fingers work on his tie, and she always smelled so good, like vanilla and honey, and-
And he was doing it again. Lately his thoughts on Jemma have been a bit more than platonic.
Which was ridiculous. So much has changed; even Simmons said that he was different than from before. He was just trying to be her friend again and didn't want to mess anything up. He'd be lucky if he even reached best friend status once more.
When there was no response from her room, Fitz figured she must've gone to the lab early today. Fitz started making his way down the hallway towards the lab, but as he rounded the corner he spotted Bobbi at the other end making her way in his direction.
Oh, bloody hell.
Fitz quickly spun around and rounded the corner he just came from. He glanced around the hallway, looking for a place to hide before Bobbi could catch up to him and possibly snog him again.
There was a supply closet to his right, so Fitz quickly swung open the door and slipped in, not realizing it was already occupied.
A/N: In my first version of this chapter, Fitz reciprocated feelings for Bobbi, but I scrapped that because I couldn't do that to Jemma and I didn't like making Bobbi the bad guy. I bet she's going to be super awesome in the show. Anyway, I decided to take the story on this track, which I hope you all enjoy. Reviews are appreciated!
Disclaimer: I don't own AoS.