Fitzsimmons

Thunderstorms

Quick Note: There are literally infinite amounts of fanfiction I can write. Literally infinite.

THAT PROMO THOUGH!!! I really don't want Fitz to be angry and upset the entire season. HE'S FITZ FOR GOODNESS SAKE! FITZ ISN'T ANGRY, HE'S GRUMPY! AND CUTE!

Iain De Caestecker.

I was going to write more there, but it seemed perfect already.

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There was high amounts of turbulence on the Bus the night the team was flying to the Hub. Mainly because, yeah, they were in a thunderstorm, but Jemma liked to believe it was partially some supernatural being bouncing them all along the clouds. Fitz was in her room watching a movie or something. She couldn't quite remember what he had initially came in for. That's what happened often. Fitz would end up staying the night in her pod.

Tonight was no different, besides the fact they were flying through rolling, electrically charged storm clouds. Jemma, wide awake at two a.m. for some unknown reason (like one is), decided to glimpse behind the shade of the single window, for nothing more than a scientist's curiosity.

She suddenly thought differently about the turbulence as she felt a sort of reverse vertigo squeeze her stomach. Sucking in a small breath, she sat up, rustling the covers, and closed the blinds quickly.

"Jemms? You awake?" Fitz asked, disoriented. Jemma swore he could sleep through anything, even Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part Two.

"Yeah," she answered a little too loudly for two in the morning. The panic was seeping through her forced tone. She knew Fitz had picked up on it, so she shakily decided to explain. "It's just the storm..."

"Are you afraid?" He sounded alert now. Jemma could hear him standing up from where he was laying on the floor.

She didn't dare respond, and she didn't need to. Fitz understood her, crawling freely under her sheets and barely fitting beside her. She laid silently back down, turning to put her head on the indent between Fitz's arm and his chest. He was not surprisingly pillowy. She wasn't going to tell him that, though.

He scooted closer to her, so their legs were touching, and breathed deeply. As soon as Jemma had calmed a little, Fitz began to hum what she believed to be twinkle twinkle little star. Fitz was a terrible singer, and possibly a worse hummer, though, so Jemma couldn't help the laugh that escaped her.

"Hey, I'm trying to help," he defended, causing another sleepy laugh.

"Just shush then," whispered Jemma, feeling her eyelids droop. The team wouldn't even notice if they woke up early enough. She could always push Fitz to the floor if someone walked in on them. Or not. Fitz was comfortable, not to mention warm, and...

Knocking on her door. She had forgotten the alarm. Fitz screamed the lightest bit as she pushed him, barely awake, off the bed, then landed with a thump.

"Who is it?" Jemma called, her voice rising terribly high like it did when she lied.

"Skye. We landed earlier this morning, and Coulson wants to know why you're both still in there." Jemma shot a panicked look at Fitz. They knew. Before Jemma could hastily deny Skye's claim, she took a moment to think clearly.

"I just told him that it's perfectly normal for friends to-"

"Nope." she interrupted before Skye could take it too far. She was not even blushing like Fitz was.

She came to the conclusion that nobody really cared about their relationship, and whether it was friendly or romantic. In S.H.I.E.L.D., any sort of connection to your team members was important, and would be respected.

"Give us a minute?" Jemma asked.

"Oh my God, you're actually in there, Fitz?!" Skye nearly yelled from the other side. Fitz was extremely red throughout this whole exchange. When a set of footsteps from the hallway stopped at Jemma's room, he grew redder.

"Are they?" Ward's voice asked.

"I think they are!" Skye responded astoundingly loudly.

"Nope." Jemma yelled again, then stood up and helped Fitz do the same.

"You okay? Sorry for pushing you." Jemma asked this more quietly.

"Yeah, fine." Fitz was too flustered to get out more than two syllables. Jemma was going to ask him to leave, but, judging by the current cherry-like quality of his face, decided he was too embarrassed to leave with all those people watching.

"Skye, Agent Ward," she began sweetly. "Could you both please leave my door now?" Ward mumbled an agreement before exiting the hallway. Skye's feet stayed firmly planted, though, so Jemma spoke again. "I promise I'll tell you everything later." Skye thanked her and left, leaving the doorway open for Fitz to leave.

"Thanks for, erm, handling that." Fitz muttered before rushing out of the room. Jemma held in her laughter at his embarrassment until he had closed the door behind him.