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Leo Fitz Imagine-Thinking Clearly

Imagine trying to get Fitz to talk to you after the accident and not babying him about it.

Warning: yelling??

"Fitz, just talk to me please," Jemma begged, as Skye and I walked by the lab.

"Just get out Jemma," Fitz yelled. Skye and I shared a look as Simmons out of the lab and I walked in.

"She's just trying to help Fitz," I scolded.

"Well she's not," he snapped, "she's, um, she's," he started snapping his fingers at me to finish for him.

"You have something to say, spit it out," I rushed him. He looked at me, scandalized. "I'm not babying Leopold Fitz, you're always complaining how people never let you talk, well here's your chance. Out with it," I ordered, pursing my lips and raising my eyebrows.

"S-s-st-stormi, I-I-I'm, um, trying," he stuttered.

"See, less 'ums', you're not broken Fitz, you're just-"

"I am! I am broken! My m-m-m-mind is in p-p-pieces everywhere! I can b-b-b-barely tell my left f-fr-from my r-ri-right anymore," he shouted in frustration. I grabbed his arms which were above his head.

"Hey, now don't Hulk out on me. But you're already improving speech patterns Fitz. You have to hear yourself," I smiled looking into his eyes. He stared back for a while before returning to his work. He stared at it for a moment, then spoke again.

"My mind is still soup, and not the kind your mum makes and you look forward to. It's a mess of statistics and algorithms and memories," he sighed hopelessly, throwing a pen on the table in front of him. I peeked at the notepad full of scribbles. I couldn't even read Leo's chicken scratch now. He had neater handwriting before the accident, but I wasn't about to tell him that.

"Fitz, everything will fall into place. Healing takes time," I reasoned.

"B-b-b-but I-I-I'm us-s-seless right now," he growled in defeat.

"Fitz," I yelled, taking him by surprise, "You and Jemma were in an accident a few months ago! You also risked your life to save hers, in case you forgot. God's sakes Fitz, stop wallowing, if you want help getting better, fine. I'll help you, but you can't get frustrated every time you can't find the most intelligent word to describe something," I huffed. There was a silence as we both stared at the pad, Leo in thought, and I, in anger.

"There is one thing t- t- tha-that s-st-sticks out in my memory vividly,"  he started, I looked at him to proceed, "you always used to call m-meh-me L-l-Leo and n-no-now it's-s Fitz. W-w-why is t-th-that S-S-Stormi," he cocked his head to the side like a lost puppy.

"To maintain a professional level," I replied stiffly. He shook his head.

"W-we-we've known e-e-each other s-s-since we were 12," he noted, and I sighed. He had painted me into a corner.

"Okay, you got me. I liked you a lot, and when I found out that you liked Jemma. I just put on my big girl pants and went on with my life, and maintained our friendship," I admitted. An awkward silence hung in the air, neither of us speaking for a good 30 seconds.

"M-m-me l-l-like Jemma? N-n-no way," Fitz denied, shaking his head rapidly.

"Okay, you don't have to-" I was cut off as Leo's lips landed on mine. We pulled apart, Fitz laying his forehead on my own. "Was that your jumbled brain telling you to do that," I asked, slightly breathless.

"T-to b-be honest, t-th-tha-that was the c-c-clearest thought p-p-pr-process I-I-I've had since the accident," he smiled, his lips touching mine again.

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A/N: Okay so this one is for hunter-in-thetardis who is helping through a really tough time right now and I honestly don't know what I would do without her. Explode probably. I love you sweetheart!!