FitzSimmons Oneshots.

Waiting (Part 2)

"Simmons," Skye stepped forward as Jemma shook her head and ran into her bedroom.

She slammed the door and locked it. She buried her face in her arms and turned around.

"Fitz."

"No, please come back to me!"

She screamed, pushing a few items off of her dresser.

She would never get through this.

~

For the next week, Jemma was trying to cope with the loss of Fitz, but there was no point.

She never would.

She knew she never would, and it was time to be with him.

When she got home from his funeral, she packed a few things up and then headed for the bedroom.

"I'm sorry, Fitz. I tried to grieve, but I can't," she said through gritted teeth.

She grabbed her phone and turned her camera on, propping it up on her makeup table.

She sat at it, and flipped the camera to on.

"I know I have to do it this way because I'm a terrible writer when I'm scared. My hand gets all shaky and, this was just better."

She let out a small sigh, and continued.

"So, as you all know, I loved Fitz and dealing with this is not working out. He was everything to me and there really is no need to be here if he's not."

She began to let out sobs that she desperately hoped to keep in.

"No one here needs me, but Fitz needs me up there and I need him. He is the reason that I'm still here and I owe him my life, so I'm going to give it. There's just no point if he isn't here."

"Skye, I love you, a lot and you know that. You've been with me for this past week and you know that there is no hope for me getting better. I want you to know that I tried, okay? I love you so so much and I tried to grieve so I could stay here with you but I can't do it. Please don't forget me."

This was getting harder by the minute.

"Coulson, please tell my dad first, okay? I just think my mum would take it a lot better coming from him. Thank you for putting this team together. I have grown to love everyone and I am saddened that I am leaving, but I can't do this anymore. Please, get some other engineers and bio-chemists, okay? Someone that Skye likes and will be able to keep guns at the right ounce for Ward," she chuckled and then it turned into another sob.

"Ward, thank you for trying to protect Fitz. I know you did all you can, and I am so grateful for that. You've lost many people in your life, which is why you can understand why I'm doing this."

"Mum and dad, I love you guys and I want you to be happy, okay? I'm sorry, but I can't do this without him."

She then addressed May and some other family members before closing it off.

"I never wanted it to end like this. Thank you everyone for making such an impact in my life, I love you all but it's time to go."

She let a small smile into camera before clicking the "stop" button.

She let out a sob as she uploaded the video.

She set the phone down and walked into the bathroom.

It's time, she thought.

~

Skye was browsing through the Internet searching up videos of cute kittens when she got the notification.

"Agent Jemma Simmons has uploaded a new video."

That's strange. She was trying to cope with Fitz's death and she posted a video.

"Goodbye."

That was the title.

She clicked on it and begun to listen.

She knew what this was.

Simmons was going to kill herself.

"COULSON!"

She screamed, slamming her computer shut.

There was heavy footsteps approaching her and she began to cry.

"Skye! What's wrong?"

She burst through the door and looked at Coulson.

"Jemma just posted a video saying her goodbyes! I think she's trying to kill herself!"

His eyes widened and he ran to the car.

May walked out of her room and asked what happened, as she entered the car as well.

No Simmons, please don't leave, Skye thought.

As they drove over to her small house, Skye began to dial 911.

"We have to call for an ambulance!"

They finally arrived at her house and when they did, so did the ambulances.

~

Simmons began to pace as she held the bottle in her hands.

She didn't wanna go through with it, but she knew she had to.

She tried to open up the bottle and the cal wouldn't budge.

She pulled on it and it eventually opened.

"Simmons!"

Skye. How did she get here so quick?

"Leave me alone!" She screamed, locking the door.

The handle began to turn and the banging on the door grew louder.

"Open the door, Jemma! You can't do this," she heard Coulson say.

But she ignored them as she dumped the pills into her hand.

There were so many but she struggled through it anyways.

Soon she'd be with Fitz.

She gulped 3 of them, BANG.

A gunshot.

She gulped 5 more.

Another gunshot.

Then she gulped 7 of them.

The door burst open and Simmons grew dizzy, falling to the floor.

"Jemma!" Skye yelled and ran to her side.

"Baby, please. Stay with me," Skye instructed as Simmons gulped for air.

The paramedics rushed next to Skye.

"We have to pump her," they stated, and Skye nodded, wiping her nose.

"No! Stop, I need to be with Fitz!" Simmons yelled, lashing out at everyone.

"Please, just let me-let me be with Fitz," she said, drifting off into what she thought was death.

"I love you, Skye."