He's Alive (A FitzSimmons/AoS Story)

You Remember Me

Part Eleven- Simmons's POV

I looked at myself in the mirror, fixing my hair into a low ponytail. Embarrassed about the black circles underneath my eyes, I dabbed the skin colored liquid powder, trying to conceal them. Two, almost three, weeks and the nearest thing to closing my eyes to sleep was blinking. During the night, I laid in my own bunk, trying to fall asleep, but every time I shut my eyes, I saw Fitz, lying in that bed with tubes in his nose and mouth, marks under his eyes from the tape that had once held the skin together, no chance of every waking up again. It was my one recurring nightmare. If I thought I wasn't faring well enough without seeing him, then I was miserably wrong. It seemed that seeing him made me more anxious, worried, and distressed. Maybe it was because after I had seen him, I actually saw how close he was to death; Fitz was on the brink of it.

I thought pulling him up the ninety feet of water would help him, now I wasn't sure. Either way, it seemed, I would be living without him. And maybe, in the condition he is in right now, death would be preferable. But I was selfish. I was too selfish, putting my need of him in front of his welfare. If Fitz knew what I did, would he still feel the same way about me? I wouldn't.

Making my way to the lab, I noticed the lights were on. Someone was on the plane besides me. At first I thought it was May or Trip, but when I moved nearer, I could insure it was neither. Skye was hovered over a laptop, resting her elbows on either side of it, eyes glued to the screen.

"Okay, ready. Go," She spoke to someone that wasn't me, probably on Comms, "What?" Skye looked up to me quickly, without expression, then looked back down to the screen, "Damn, you are good, May. She's here," The hacker reached out to me, an earpiece in her hand.

I put it on, "May?"

"I'm here too, Simmons," I heard Trip's low voice, loud and clear, through my head.

"Hi, what's going on?" I picked up my lanyard I must have left on the metal table the night before, and hung it around my neck.

"Fill her in, Skye," May spoke and I looked to where she stood, clearly angry and trying to ignore me. I didn't blame her. 

Skye barely looked up at me when she said, "May came to me and Trip and told us about Fitz, so we worked all night, and by we, I mean I, and found a simple solution. I found the online blueprints for the Playground by hacking into it, which was not an easy job, and found a few places or rooms he could be in. Right now, May and Trip are crawling through the air vents, looking into the different rooms while I killed the security lasers and air sensors up there," I didn't know where to begin with all of that. "Yeah, you missed a lot, sleepyhead," If only she knew.

"I don't know what to say. Thank you so much for helping me with all of this," No one really could understand how grateful I was. I knew we would find him together, as a team. We always worked better that way.

Skye gave me a hard look, "We aren't doing this for you. We're doing it for Fitz,"

"I know. Thank you. Fitz would have appreciated all you're doing for him," She was more than upset, more than angry. Skye was hurt. Hurt because I hadn't asked for her help, or mentioned what was going on, two weeks ago, hurt because of Fitz's condition? It could have been any of those reasons, none, or all of them. I didn't know and it was killing me too. She was my friend and I had no right or reason to shut her out like I did.

"Well, isn't that rich, seeing as he doesn't even know who we are?" Skye faced me with a condescending smile, "I could be monitoring the surveillance for a terrorist right now, doing my job, but I'm looking for someone who doesn't even know I exist," I took a deep breath, as her tone sent my blood cold, "How is that right?"