Finding You

The Good Ol' Switch-a-roo

"Oh. My. God." Jemma Simmons stared at the boy in front of her, jaw agape and eyes wide. "Who - Who are you?"

"Me?" He yelped. "Who are you?!"

It was a silent stand off - bright, frightened blue eyes boring into warm, confused amber. Two beats passed, then three, and it was then an air of recognition dawned on the boy's face.

"You - you're ... Simmons?" His jaw practically hit the floor as his eyes bugged. "But - your hair - thought you were shorter ..." He mumbled.

Jemma closed her mouth, not in the mood to attract flies. "Yes. And you're Fitz." She said softly, cocking her head to get a better view of him. "But not my Fitz,"

Fitz spluttered. "Your Fitz? But - I - you-"

"Can we please speak in full sentences?" Jemma sniffed, swallowing down her panic.

"This isn't the Academy," he changed the subject. "And you're not ... Simmons." Fitz's brow crinkled. "Well, you are, but you're not my Simmons. Not that we're ... Attached or anything."

"Only at the hip," Jemma muttered, beginning to piece together what was going on. "Let me guess, you're sixteen, and you've just met her - me - around four months ago."

His eyes widened. "What - how did you -"
She sighed. "That's when you went through your awkward I'm-Not-Dating-Jemma-Simmons-We're-Just-Friends-And-No-Not-With-Benefits-Milton stage."

He flushed. "To be fair, Milton was a-"

Jemma waved him off. "I know. We've had this conversation before."

Footsteps rattled out in the hallway before a second Fitz - an older, stubbled Fitz - ran in. Relief washed across his face at the sight of Jemma. "God, Jems. I thought the machine had switched you out with ... Her,"

Jemma sighed in relief. "Fitz! I was thinking the same thing - thought I'd lost you!"

They ran at each other, Older!Fitz pulling her to his chest and embracing her in a heated kiss.
Young!Fitz stared at himself kissing his lab partner. What the hell ... His eyes widened.
Another set of footsteps padded in. The couple seemed too intent on their activity to notice at first, so Young!Fitz took it upon himself to go investigate.

A young girl, short caramel bangs in her eyes peeked around the corner, eyes lighting up at the sight of him. "Fitz!"

"Simmons!" He ran to her and scooped her up in a hug. "I bloody thought ..."

"... This man looked like you-"

"- just older -"

"- so handsome -"

"-very beautiful, I'll admit -"

"- but he wasn't you -"

"Thought I'd lost you!" The both finished simultaneously, breathless but relieved. Simmons pulled him back into another hug, eyes open this time.

Which granted her line of sight to include herself and another Fitz locked in a passionate embrace. She yelped.

"Fitz!" She spun him around and pointed. "Who's that? Is that - is that me? Us?!"

Fitz shuffled his feet awkwardly. "I, ahem, believe so,"

The two gaped for a long moment, their older halves seemingly oblivious to the fact that oxygen was a necessary part of survival.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, about that..."

The couple looked up sheepishly, Jemma's eyes widening as she smoothed down the front of Fitz's button up and then her own. "I ... I'm sorry." She cleared her throat awkwardly. "So, about returning you to your era?"

The two blinked back dumbly.