Fitzsimmons

Rage

Quick Note: Fitzsimmons make out. Jemma is so angry with him. Fitz is very very confused.

Hey I'm trying out a new style of Jemma so please be patient! This is not part of the Stars series. More like an alternate ending I have for it.

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When Jemma had finally managed to claw her way out of the black thickness of the Kree rock, she was so done with containing everything inside her. She'd given blood to an alien species. She'd fought her way home, armed with nothing but a foreign weapon she hardly knew how to use, and she needed to bloody shout at someone, dammit.

So Jemma marched down the empty main hallway of HQ, dirty Doc Martins thumping the floor, leaving dusty black footprints behind her. On a different day she might've cared about muddying up the floor, but now she was furious, unable to care about anything but expressing her unbridled rage. Her bruised fists clenched at her sides as she stomped, ready to unleash the fierce storm of feelings that had been building up ever since Fitz had gone into his stupid coma. She was sick of holding it together for everyone else when she felt like crumbling inside. Let them deal with their own damn feelings. She wasn't obligated to any of them.

Simmons passed the lab and caught a glimpse of her reflection in the glass. Black ash was smeared across her face like war paint, and a bright red gash ran from her right temple to the bridge of her nose. Her shirt was tattered and spotted with her dried blood. She could see a yellowing bruise through a hole in her jeans. She resolved to patch herself up later, knowing the rest of the team was incapable. As always. It spurred her anger further, and she accelerated to the end of the hallway, hoping there would be someone there to tell off.

Jemma rounded the corner lividly, her face burning with bitterness, before running directly into Fitz. And God, he smelled good.

"Jemma?" he asked, shocked and in disbelief, and now she was pissed beyond measure. And she was finally doing something about it.

"Bleeding idiot!" Jemma shouted in response, savoring Fitz's confused look before grabbing the collar of his shirt and slamming him against the nearest wall. A little twang of sadness struck her at his small 'ow' when his head thumped against the wall. Then she remembered why he was up against the wall, and her anger and her feelings for him melted into something indistinguishable.

Jemma kept hold of his shirt collar and pulled him down to her height before shoving her mouth against his. Fitz froze at first, fingers digging into her torn-up shirt in half-protest. Then she slid her hand up to his hair and tilted his head up almost roughly, and nipped at his bottom lip. He started kissing her back, slipping his hands through some of the holes in her back and anchoring her to him.

Jemma's fingers worked at his hair, slowly ranking through his tangled curls, as her lips ravaged his. Fitz's mind seemed to be catching up with his mouth, however, and she could feel his pulse pounding against her forearm as his body stiffened and his lips slackened. Jemma took advantage of his open lips and ran her tongue against his, to which he responded just as earnestly. She was still angry as hell. She was just taking it out on Fitz right now.

Suddenly, Jemma pulled away and threw her hands to her sides. "Where were you?!" she shouted, voice raw and breathless. Before he had the chance to even comprehend her question, she was on him again, cupping his cheeks this time. Fitz was so confused, but also very thrilled to fell her pressed hard against him. But so, so confused.

She pulled away again, leaving Fitz disheveled and breathing hard against the wall. It was hot, but Jemma decided she would come back to that later. "Where's Coulson?!" she raged instead, then got irritated when he didn't answer immediately. "Know what?" she continued through gritted teeth, then jabbed a finger towards him. But apparently, she didn't know what, because she turned quickly and stormed down to Coulson's office. Fitz was so, so, so confused.

"I'm not done with you, Leo!" Jemma shouted angrily from about fifty meters away. Fitz lifted his hands to his head shakily, still unsure as to what just happened, but looking forward to seeing her again. Maybe. Jemma looked like she was going to murder someone, and it was a bit scary. Then again, she had just shoved him against a wall and made out, and Fitz kind of wanted more. Did that make him insane?

Then he heard her shouts of "Bloody hell! Where is he?!" down the hall and smiled to himself. He'd always known she was locking up fiery rage behind her placid exterior. He knew it was unhealthy, keeping everything secret, and he now understood why he loved angry Jemma. It was because she was unabashedly angry, finally looking after herself. He could deal with fits of shouting and her hot red cheeks if it meant her mind was processing things well.

"Coulson, get back here, you ultimate git! We need to talk about why you left your smartest scientist stranded on an alien planet for months!"