Fitzsimmons

Insomnia

Quick Note: This new creating section of the app is confusing and I may have messed up the order of the earlier chapters when I was trying to scroll down. Oh well. Here's some panicked Fitz and then, just a warning, some Skitz. That's Fitz and Skye. Romantic-ish.

Part six of Stars.

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"Sir, is there any way I could go into that room? I could just set the dwarfs up quickly and-"

"Fitz, that room is staying quarantined. We're sealing it up, permanently."

Fitz looked down at his anxiously bouncing knee, then ruffled his hair.

"I know, but could I just finish some readings on it? Um, maybe I'll find a way to stabilize it and I could-"

"Fitz, I'm sorry, but it's done." Fitz's leg was thumping away now, and he stared up worriedly at the ceiling. "I know how much Jemma meant to you," Coulson said, his voice dropping to a soft, sympathetic whisper. "I miss her, too. She was a big part of the team."

"She still is," Fitz objected. "She's not dead, you know."

Coulson swallowed, but didn't reply. "Take the day off, Fitz. Take the week off. Mack can run the garage, and you need time to think things through. To come to terms with..." Fitz glared weakly at him. He wouldn't even begin to accept that Jemma was dead, because he knew she wasn't. She was still out there fighting, for the entire team. And for him. They were going to dinner when she got back.

"I'm gonna go watch Doctor Who," Fitz mumbled, then left the room. He was out the door before Coulson could say another word.

Fitz stayed in his bunk all day, half-watching nine's season, half-planning restaurants for his first date. It was more work than it should've been, so Fitz felt unbelievably stressed. Soon it was midnight, and Fitz decided he should at least attempt sleeping, so he shut off his laptop and put down his notebook, and flopped into bed. He was still wound up from thinking about date locations, so he couldn't quite close his eyes. Then he bumped his head against the wall while trying to get comfortable, and probably woke half the team with his shout. Feeling quite bad, Fitz laid straight on his back, staring at the ceiling, trying not to make another noise. Once he was certain he wouldn't disrupt anybody, he started to relax a bit.

So of course, his mind drifted to Simmons. And of course, he found himself feeling restless and lonely.

"Heard you couldn't sleep." Skye said, her voice still heavy with sleepiness. Fitz found her standing in the doorway, huddled over a tub of ice cream.

"Yeah, just thinking about some things," he replied, leaning his cheek against his palm. His hair probably looked terrible from tossing and turning on his pillow, but it was dark enough in his room not to care. Fitz sat up and scooted to the pillow side of his bed, patting the space beside him. Skye took a seat and handed him a spoon.

"What things?" Skye asked while opening the carton of Ben and Jerry's.

Fitz dug his spoon in thoughtfully, then shoved it into his mouth. Skye smiled sleepily before eating her own spoonful.

"Jemma said some things, before, you know." He cleared his throat and took another bite to keep his watering eyes from spilling tears. Skye looked down and away, her own throat tightening with sadness.

After a moment or two of silence, Skye nudged Fitz gently with her elbow. "What kinds of things?" she pried, genuinely curious.

Fitz immediately broke into an almost grin, which shocked Skye to the core. Fitz glanced around the room quickly before scratching behind his ear. "Yeah, she, uh, told me there might be... a possibility of, um, loving me, too."