Fitzsimmons Fanfics

You Scared Me!

DISCLAIMER:  Yes, I know full well that they weren't together in seasons one or two, but I wrote this anyway. It's called a FANFICTION for a reason. It's fiction. Anyway, enjoy!

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Simmons walked into the lab, clipboard in one hand and a blood sample in the other. Her curled shoulder-length hair bounced as she walked. She sat down at her desk and opened up the blood testing window, ready to type in Skye's information. She really needed to figure out what was up with the girl, but so far she hadn't found a single thing. "One would think that being injected with GH.325 would have some sort of reaction, right?" She muttered quietly to herself as she entered the information.

She got a slide prepared, carefully using the eye dropper to collect a little bit of the girls blood from the vial and transfer it onto the glass rectangle. Simmons put a cover over the sticky red liquid and picked it up to put it under the microscope.

Just as she was about to slip the side onto the microscope, rapid footsteps were heard from behind her and then the sensation of lips on her neck startled her. She knew who it was even before seeing him. "Fitz!" The biochemist exclaimed loudly, dropping the blood sample in her surprise and whirling around.

He just had a smug grin on his face. The nerve he had to come in here and interrupt her in the middle of important scientific research!

"Why on earth would you do that!" She demanded, glaring at him as she began her rant. "Skye's blood is - was - in this slide and I was just about to examine it! You know better than to scare like this!" She had been inching steadily closer and closer as she'd been yelling, and now his face was mere inches away. She could smell oil on him and knew immediately that he had come from the garage of the Bus, where Coulson had probably asked him to do something with Lola.

The grin on his face faded, but only slightly. "I known you have more, Simmons, you wouldn't have used all of the last batch already."

"You're right, but -"

He cut her off. "But nothing. I felt like scaring you, and so I did. Simple as that. I'll leave now, since you're obviously just mad at me." His Scottish accent had taken on a playful, teasing tone. She knew it quite well.

Simmons took a breath to reply with something witty, but then she surprised yet again as Fitz's hand took her gloved one, and tugged her closer yet, his lips brushing hers.

When he stepped back a moment later and let go of her hand, it took her a few seconds to regain conscious thought. But by then he was halfway out the door of the lab. "See you at lunch, Jemma." He called casually, turning to give her a rakish yet tender smile before disappearing down the corridor.

Well.

She wasn't going to get much work done now, not after that. Although she did have to admit that she rather enjoyed his little surprises.