Fitzsimmons

"Tell me you aren't H.Y.D.R.A."

Simmons turned her head sideways, utterly confused. "What?" She asked.

"I said, tell me you aren't H.Y.D.R.A" Fitz replied quietly. Fitz had lost a lot of his composure over the last few days. He hasn't been his normal, humorous, childish self lately. Simmons could see him tearing at the seams, and wished she could help.

"I'm not H.Y.D.R.A." She told him. He didn't relax.

"Good," He replied quickly. "Cause I'm not either and I don't know what I would do without you." He was still tensed up.

"You'll never have to find out." she said calmly, then reached over and patted his knee. He smiled the slightest bit. Simmons smiled back.

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The team was crowded into the two adjoining motel rooms they had scrapped up enough cash to buy a night in. Coulson, Triplet, and Fitz were staying in one room and Skye, Simmons and Hill were staying in the other room, but the door connecting the two rooms remained open throughout the night.

At 2:36, Fitz woke up, or rather sat up from his bed. He hadn't been able to sleep; he was still tense over Ward's betrayal and unsure if he could trust the rest of the team. He wandered over to the screen door that led to the pool, and opened it, making an echoing screeching sound. He hoped it didn't wake up the team. He slipped out the door in his pajamas (checked pants and his S.H.I.E.L.D. training shirt) and felt the nighttime air all around him. He made his way over to the edge of the pool where Simmons and him had sat earlier. He rolled up his pajama pants and dipped his legs into the cool water. The distorted light from inside the water cast luminescent patterns onto his face.

He thought. Could he really trust his team? Ward had been his friend. What if Triplet or even Skye was H.Y.D.R.A., too? He hadn't realized the wetness of his eyes before, or the tightness of his throat, but now he did. He was confused most of all. He hated not knowing, and not being able to know before something dangerous happened that put himself's or Jemma's lives at stake. He let out a strangled sob.

"Fitz?" asked a small voice.

"Jemma?" he replied.

"Yeah, what happened to you?" she ran his way, her worry seeping through.

"Nothing, I was just thinking." Fitz said, trying to recover himself. Simmons rolled up her sweatpants and slipped down next to him, ready to comfort him. She knew he had seen a lot. She knew he had felt much more than anyone else on the team. That was part of the reason she loved him; he was still the Fitz she knew from university, still vulnerable and open. She hated seeing him sobbing by the edge of a crappy motel pool like this, but it also reminded her that he was still Fitz.

"Hey," she started. He had given up on trying to stop crying. "You have been through a lot, and you have seen betrayal. You have felt more than any of the other agents have, Fitz. That's why I like you; you are still prone to showing emotions. You don't hide it for when you are alone, you confront it right there. You have every right to be sobbing hysterically right now." She put her arm around him, and he smiled through his tears.

They soon became tired, and they moved up to two of the plastic pool chairs pushed together. They tried to out-science each other by seeing who could name the most stars. Jemma waited for Fitz to fall asleep first, then closed her eyes soon afterwards, hoping he didn't dream about Ward or H.Y.D.R.A.