Fitzsimmons

Fitzsimmons Promises

Quick Note:

THIS IS THE FIFTIETH CHAPTER!!!

Sorry it's so late. I've been busy.

This one is sort of my prediction for some Fitzsimmons that will possible happen in season two. Enjoy.

Also, I might start another book you guys can follow if you want to hear about LeakyCon and/or Diagon Alley. Comment if you'd like that.

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It was late evening, and Fitz's hospital room was being lit by the sun setting visibly behind the cityscape. Jemma had some fresh flowers from the gift shop on the far lower level laid on his night table, not sure if he would wake before they turned wrinkled and dry and were discarded by staff. They were yellow tulips, and Jemma didn't know why she had purchased these particular ones. They had seemed hopeful. The orangish yellow hue filling the room made the tulips look like a sunset themselves.

Leo stirred in his bed, sheets drenched with color. Jemma flickered her eyes over to cautiously watch his face, ready for him to wake up. Another twitch of his eyelids and he awoke.

"Hey sleepyhead," Jemma managed to keep her voice steady and gentle. "How were your dreams?"

"Filled with you." Fitz replied so sleepily that Jemma knew he wasn't lying or being cliché. He slowly finished opening his eyes and smiled as he had opened them directly upon Jemma. "You're so beautiful, Jemma," Fitz whispered carelessly. He didn't know why he was afraid to be like this before. He knew that Jemma would never leave him. Why hadn't he told her sooner?

"Fitz," Jemma muttered like it was a complaint she mustn't address. "I can be honest with you, right?"

"Certainly." Fitz began to grow a bit anxious.

"I'm not sure I love you quite yet," Jemma whispered quickly and quietly. Fitz tried to restrain from letting his emotions show, but Jemma could see right through it. "I can't promise you I'll ever feel like that about you, Fitz."

"Why are you telling me this?" he asked with deepening breaths, attempting to control the heart beat monitor's sudden acceleration.

"Fitz, calm down," Jemma ordered nervously. She reached out and touched her hand to his and began tracing patterns on his palm. "Look at the sunset," she soothed. "Like something from a movie, right?" His heartbeat stopped increasing.

Once it had gone back down to normal levels, Jemma threw her head down next to Fitz in relief. "It's okay, Jemma. I'm fine." he assured her, not able to reach out and physically comfort her like he wanted to.

"Fitz, " Jemma began, her voice muffled by the sheets. She lifted back up and recomposed herself, then continued. "You have to promise me you won't ever do something like that again. It was selfish and I hated every bit of uncertainty about it," her voice started to quiver. "And you can't do it again." She looked expectantly at Fitz, whose face had shifted to something completely pitiful of her.

"You know I can't do that, Jemma." he said firmly. Now Jemma was struggling to breathe, and she knew her heart monitor, had she been attached to one, would have skyrocketed. She knew only one thing. She had to get out. Out of this room, out of Fitz's begging expression, and out of the guilt.

She stood quickly, and her chair's protest against the floor echoed through the silent room.

"Jemma, don't go." Fitz pleaded with her. "Jem, wait."

"I'm just going to get some air." she tried to assure him before zooming out the door and closing it harshly behind her. Fitz would have followed her if he could have. He started, through a grimace, to try and pull out tubes and get up. He managed to slip his right leg out of bed before the pain was too much, and he had to call a nurse to help instead.

By the time he had managed to do that, Jemma was already on the roof of the hospital, pacing around the circle of concrete where the helicopters would land. The light breeze felt like a twister up here. Jemma's hair whipped around her face, only somewhat restrained in her ponytail. Her vision grew blurry as she involuntarily thought of standing on the back of the open bus after she had contracted the alien disease. She swallowed hard at the memory.

She had been willing to give up her life for Fitz then. She hadn't asked him. He was passed out on the floor. He couldn't do anything to stop it.

She put herself back in that moment; stepped closer to the edge. She did what needed to be done. Never before tonight had she realized it was so selfish of her.

How appropriate. She had created Fitz's love for her when she had almost jumped. When she painted a reality of her not being there, then nearly fulfilled it. And now Fitz had spurred... something inside of her when he had almost left her side for good. They could physically not live without each other. And almost having to had revealed feelings neither of them had noticed before.

"Jemma!" Fitz burst through the doors, grimacing from the pain of being off morphine. Once a confused nurse had helped him off the bed, he was too determined to find Jemma to care about the electric sting coursing through him.

"Fitz, you idiot!" she cried out as she turned sharply. She didn't even think about it, but her feet sped steadily towards him, and she wrapped her shaking arms around him. Fitz visibly relaxed into her, muscles unconsciously tensed in strain. "You should've never gotten out of bed!" Two nurses appeared behind them in the doorway with a wheelchair to help Fitz back down.

Jemma helped the nurses lower Fitz into the chair with mutters of thanks, and the three all rushed him into an elevator. All the while Jemma whispered assurance in Fitz's ear and cradled his unbroken arm.

Once the weakened Fitz was back in bed and attached to morphine, and Jemma had swatted away the nurses insisting that she leave, the pair sat- or rather reclined alone. A comfortable silence filled the room, but both had many things to discuss.

"Fitz," Jemma started, then waited for the closed-eyed Fitz to acknowledge her.

"Jemma." he addressed. Though he didn't open his eyes, he made it clear that he was listening.

"I've been thinking,"

"Oh no." Fitz butted in with a sleepy smile. Jemma rolled her eyes.

"It's a fact that we both need each other," she began, surprised at how easily the words were coming to her. "It's also a fact that we value each others' lives above our own. And we'll do some stupid stuff for it." Fitz nodded attentively.

"So, although I can't promise you I won't die for you, and you can't promise me you won't die for me, I can promise you that I will do everything I can to stay with you. And I know you can promise me the same."

"Thank you." Fitz whispered with as much energy he could muster before falling asleep.

"No, thank you." Jemma whispered quietly, then swooped down to give him a soft kiss on the cheek.