Before You Go

We're One, But We're Not The Same

Agh, this chap was so hard to write for some reason :P I don't even know why . . . It's mostly filler.

Hope you enjoy it nonetheless :)

"Any current conditions?"

". . ."

"Fitz," the voice repeated, a hint of warmth and exhaustion present. "Could you please recite any current conditions?"

"Oh, right, um . . . memory loss. I think she's got a bit of a sinus problem right now. And . . ." Please forgive me. "she's pregnant,"

There was a collective intake of air from the staff around. But then there was a squeal from Skye, and immediately the congratulations from everyone.

"Knocked her up again, eh Fitz?" Skye clapped him on the back.

Fitz groaned, resting his forehead in the hospital sheets of Jemma's bed. His hand was clasped with hers, despite the fact she was unconscious.

Bobbi just grinned at them and scribbled down another note on her clipboard. "Alright, thank you,"

Lincoln finished his own assessment, looking up with a small smile on his face. "So, I think we've gotten to the base of it,"

Everyone crowded in the med bay looked up at him expectantly.

"She's fine," he clarified at Fitz's worried look. "just had a panic attack. Caused her to black out from stress of her situation. Nothing major, but because of her state of mind you might not want to crowd her for the next few days. Give her a chance to adjust. Make sure this doesn't happen again." he tore off a sheet, which he handed to Fitz. "Especially because she's expecting, that's a lot of stress on her system."

"Got it," Fitz glanced down at the sheet in his hands. "What's this?"

"That," Lincoln flipped through a few leafs of paper on his clip board. "is Jemma's medical record from Sci Ops. It appears she suffered from anxiety back in her younger years, so I thought maybe you'd want a bit of research on that,"

"Anxiety?" Fitz looked up, puzzled. "She never said anything about that,"

"According to her file, it was mostly before she started uni. Nothing major, but I'm thinking this might have been a flare up."

He nodded, scanning the paper once more before folding and stashing it in his pocket. "I'll keep it in mind," he held out his hand. "Thank you, Lincoln,"

The Inhuman grinned. "It's my job,"

Just then, the padding of little feet filled the room as Lizzie ran in. She went straight for Fitz, who scooped her up.

"Daddy, Uncle Hunter showed me how to shoot his gun!" she beamed up at him.

Fitz's face fell. "What?"

"Yeah! It's easy. You just -"

As Lizzie went on in great detail on how to load, aim and fire a side arm, Fitz turned his gaze to the merc leaning in the doorway. Hunter just grinned his signature grin and raised his beer bottle in salute. Apparently it was never too early for a drink.

Bobbi held up her hand as Fitz opened his mouth to let her husband have it. "I'll take this one," she pursed her lips, handing a passing lab tech her clipboard. Hunter turned his eyes from Fitz to his approaching wife, and without a word, slipped quickly back out the door.

"Is Mum okay?" Lizzie had finished her training story and refocused on her still mother.

Fitz looked down at his daughter on his hip. Her eyes were wide and blue, frightened. His heart broke for her. She reminded him of when his mum had to tell him his father was gone. "Daddy has to tell you something, okay, monkey?"

Lizzie nodded seriously, curling her head into the crook of his shoulder. "'Kay,"

Daisy stepped aside to allow them room to pass out into the hallway. Without a word, she took up Fitz's place at Jemma's side.

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"So she doesn't 'member me?" Lizzie asked sadly after Fitz finished his explanation.

He gave a small sigh. "No, jus' when she was, ahm, little. She doesn't even remember me, baby,"

Lizzie's eyes welled up. Fitz jumped to pull her into his lap. "Shh, don't cry, Liz. It's gonna be okay,"

"I jus' want Mum," she sobbed into his shirt. Her slight British accent became more pronounced in her sorrow.

"I know," he stroked her back. "I do too, sweet. But first she has to wake up, okay?"

Lizzie nodded into him, still crying into his shirt.

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The world faded into focus slowly. First came the beeping of medical equipment, followed by the cluttered din of voices. Next was the feeling of starched sheets before the bright glare of artificial lighting.

Blinking groggily, Jemma sat up slowly. She was on a medical gurney, hooked to a single heart monitor.

The room was empty with nothing but a few drawers and cabinets. The walk to her right was just a panel of glass, the bottom half frosted with an emblem of a bird of some sort.

On the other side, the brunette girl from earlier paced, poking fun at lab techs passing by.

Jemma was just starting to lift herself out of the bed when the girl turned around.

"Hey! You! Back in the bed!" She cried, a grin on her face as she burst back into the small room.

Jemma jumped, scrambling in her haste to get back in the sheets. The brunette just burst into laughter.

"Man, you are totally mini-Simmons, aren't ya?" She cackled. "M'names Skye," she stuck out a hand.

Jemma hesitated before shaking. "Hello,"

Skye just grinned. "This is so cool!"

Jemma gave a pained smile. "That's one way to put it," she sighed.

Skye deflated. "Sorry, it's just . . . You're kinda you, but you're kinda not?"

Jemma shrugged. "Yeah, that would pretty much cover it."

They lapsed into a bout of silence for a few minutes.

"I, um . . ." Skye tucked a short lock of hair behind her ear. "Do you remember the BUS days?"

Her brow crinkled. "BUS? I worked out of a bus?"

"No, it was actually a-" Skye sighed. "Never mind."

Jemma frowned. "Oh,"

Skye inwardly panicked. "So," she began, changing the topic. "Heard you're gonna pop soon,"

She froze before the memory came crashing back in. Fitz telling her she was pregnant. That she had his child inside her.

"Hopefully not soon?" Jemma offered a flimsy smile.

Skye copied her grin. "Yeah, maybe not soon,"

Jemma ran a hand through her hair. "This is all so strange." She breathed softly. "Yesterday I was putting the finishing touches on my project, and today here I am with a daughter and a husband."

Skye grinned. "And this isn't even the strangest thing that's happened to you two," she chuckled. "Probably not even top three,"

Jemma had a vaguely horrified look on her face. "Top three?"

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Because I'm positive FitzSimmons have a running list for top three ;)