He's Alive (A FitzSimmons/AoS Story)

Suit Up

Part Six- No Personal POV

"We're going where?" Skye asked.

"You have the coordinates, Skye. You tell me." Coulson answered, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, I know," Skye looked down quickly and threw her head back up to face Coulson. "But where is Nienstedt, Germany?" She questioned to no specific person and wrinkled her nose. "What is Nienstedt, Germany?"

"I haven't been to Nienstedt in a long time." He said as a ghost of a smile ran across his face. "I'm going to give May the location and coordinates. It looks like there is an open field not too far away where we can land." Coulson walked away as Simmons and Triplett joined Skye in the control center.

"How long until you think we land?" Skye asked as the hanger door opened revealing the night sky and the plane began to roll forward. The other agents shook their heads.

"Maybe an hour and a half?" Tripp guessed.

"Long enough for me. I'm taking a nap." Skye retreated to her small pod and shut the door.

Simmons covered her mouth as she yawned, "Sleeping sounds fun. What about you? It's late." She asked Agent Triplett.

"I'll sit this one out, Simmons. Go get some rest, I'll call for you and Skye when we get close." He told her.

Simmons nodded and followed Skye to the bedrooms, but instead of stopping at her own, she made sure no one was watching her and climbed back into Fitz's. She laid on her side, bundling herself up in his blankets that smelled like cinnamon and her own fabric softener when she did his laundry from time to time. Right before she fell asleep, the thought of Fitz smelling his own blankets as well, just to catch her scent right before he dozed off, was fleeting, yet it kept coming back to her, like she hoped for it. You're crazy, not to mention vain, Simmons thought to herself before dreams came and carried her away. That night, she dreamed about falling out of an airplane, but this time it was Fitz who brought her back to safety, not Ward. The way it should have been.

Skye flipped open her laptop the moment she was alone sitting on her bed. Her fingers danced across the keys until the hack was complete. She pulled up a video feed similar to the one she and Simmons were looking at of Fitz earlier. There were many differences of the two videos, but the main one was the subject that was being taped. She gasped as his eyes looked directly at the camera in the corner of his cell. Like he could see her as she watched him. Skye quickly shut the laptop and ran her hands through her hair a few times. She inhaled and exhaled deeply then collided with the pillows that caught her head. She needed to talk to him. To explain in detail all of the pain he was causing to everyone on the plane. Skye quickly decided against that, worried it might give him pleasure instead of guilt. "Bastard!" She swore a little more loudly than she wanted. Skye took one more deep breath and shut her eyes trying to take a nap in the little time she had left to.

Tripp had been relaxed in a chair and staring out the window at the star-speckled sky for a while now. He let his mind wander to the last time he was in Nienstedt, walking in the doors as a new agent along with two people he trusted with his life. He tasted the blood in his mouth before Tripp realized he was biting the inside of his lip.

"You've been there haven't you?" Coulson sat down in the chair across from him.

"A long time ago." The younger agent replied solemnly. He bent forward, rested his head in his hands, and rubbed his eyes.

"Garrett took you, didn't he?" Agent Coulson knew the answer to his own question. "With Ward."

"Yes, Sir." Triplett sat up and nodded, the betrayed feeling continuing to hurt him. "It was one of the first safe houses I visited. I was nineteen then."