Fitzsimmons

Is it Real

Quick Note: Something big is coming next chapter!

Mom wanted me to find a way to make money off of this. I was like, "Mom, I can't. That's kind of the point of fanfiction. You just write for love of the show, not for profit.". That being said, I would love it if anyone wants to give me money. I like money.

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"You don't really believe in this stuff, Fitz." Jemma stated, not even bothering to ask Fitz's true opinion. She didn't understand these love songs that were constantly on the radio when her and Fitz were driving off campus on Saturdays.

"What stuff?" he asked, daring to question Jemma's thinking.

"This sort of 'I'll die without you' love. You don't really believe it, right?" Jemma answered with doubt. She had just assumed Fitz would have thought the same thoughts she did about love. They hadn't really talked about it much before.

"I don't think it's common, no," Fitz replied, trying to show Jemma that this would not escalate into a full-blown debate. That he agreed with her on some level. "But I do believe it happens."

Jemma stayed silent to consider this. "See, I don't think humans' brains are built that way. We can't possibly process enough stimuli to feel so extremely attached to someone not blood-related."

"You are such a nerd." Fitz, with a big grin, broke his concentrating stare on the road to turn and watch Jemma's reaction.

"So are you, Fitz," Jemma pointed out seriously before breaking a smile right back. Fitz laughed, then returned to driving. "I'm not saying I wouldn't like it to be possible. I would love if love were that profound."

"So why even bring logic into it?" Fitz offered another thought in his thousand-course meal of arguments. "Why wouldn't you just say, 'I want it to be possible' and leave it at that?"

"Because I'm me." Jemma said rather sadly. The energy of the conversation had drained from the car.

"I love that you're you, Jemma." Fitz spoke assurance softly.

"I really wish I could. It would be so much easier for me to become attached to people. I hold so much back." Jemma leaned her head against the cold glass of the passenger's seat window.

"I don't think you hold back around me." Fitz tried. How was he to know, though? Maybe she was so much more than what he thought before.

"You're different." Jemma explained it so simply. "Like an immediate link formed between us. We know each other so well. Trust me, you'd know if there was more of me. You'd be the first one I'd show. It's just," she hesitated. "Besides you, I've never met anyone I could see myself being with forever."

Fitz, after calming his heartbeat and somewhat making that feeling go away, said, "I could help you. If you wanted."

"No, I'm fine." she lied. "Just like Sherlock. I can't comprehend such complete devotion to someone."

"Jemma, you don't know you the way I do. I know you are so capable of that kind of love." He promised as genuinely as he could manage. Because I feel it for you. He added silently. When you like someone, they have to like you back just a little bit, right?

Jemma clasped his hand laying purposely on the glove box between them. "Thanks, Fitz."