Fitzsimmons

Dinner

Quick Note: This is quite possibly the longest one shot I've written. Here is the request you've been asking for. Maybe it will help you with your hiatus struggles. :)

Also, my WiFi is sketchy, so I might not be updating for a week or so. Vacation woot woot.

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"Um, how about that dinner?" Fitz offered with a shy half-grin. Simmons sat on the edge of a bed in the medical wing, wrapping her forearm in gauze.

She'd been recovered from the Kree planet Hala after a battle between Skye's new team and the Kree forces there. The Kree, well, they were just as interested in human anatomy as Simmons was in Kree anatomy. Jemma, after willingly giving up as much information on humanity as she could, had been tested in various alien labs. At first she'd been treated like a lab mouse, not like a person, but eventually she communicated to the Kree her earthly status, and they grew to respect her. Skye's team had enacted an extraction after receiving the signal Jemma sent through the portal.

And now she was bandaging herself up, trying to forget about the blue alien skin of the Kree, and Fitz was asking her to dinner to help her take her mind off of it. Jemma smiled at his gentleness.

"Now?" she asked, cutting the bandage and tucking the remaining length into her wrist. Hopefully it wouldn't bleed through.

"I mean, I understand if you needed to rest and all," he rambled quickly, wringing his hands. "You probably, eh, want to do that, I'll just... I'll just go. It was a stupid, dumb idea. I apologize, I'll be on my way."

"Fitz," Jemma yelled in disbelief. Even after everything she'd told him, was he still so doubting of her feelings for him? And how did he manage talking so quickly through his nerves? It was quite adorable, the awkward nerdiness that was Fitz. "Tonight's fine."

She was smiling at him reassuringly, and now Fitz felt bad for misunderstanding her. "Right, well, I've come up with a list to run by you. It's pretty long, considering..." he trailed off there. Fitz ran out of the room and out to his work station in the lab. He snatched up his engineering notebook and ran it back to Jemma, finding the page quickly. He presented the page to her.

"A decision matrix?" Jemma laughed, and Fitz smiled dorkily at her.

"I just thought I should be thorough."

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Fitz walked Jemma to her room first, and he really wanted to hold her hand, but it was probably slippery with sweat, and he wasn't sure if holding hands came before or after (or during, was it during?) the date.

Next, he walked giddily to Coulson's office to ask for the night off. Coulson's sat at his desk and nodded as Fitz asked nervously for permission. He pulled out the paperwork and handed over a signed form, but pulled it back when Fitz reached for it.

"Are you going on a date? With Simmons?" he asked with a knowing smile.

"Yeah, well, we're going out for dinner," Fitz responded, panicking suddenly.

"You'll do fine, Fitz," Coulson assured him, changing his tone completely. Was this how his dad would've sent him off to prom? If Fitz had had a normal life, where he actually went to prom?

"Thanks, sir," Fitz answered sincerely, then took the papers and turned to exit.

"Fitz," Coulson stopped him. He turned around again, feeling dizzy already.

"Wear something nice," he called, not looking up from the open file on his desk.

"Yes, sir," Fitz said enthusiastically, then ran out of the room, practically shaking with anticipation.