He's Alive (A FitzSimmons/AoS Story)

I Trust You

I'm sorry for the long, long wait, but I have finally finished.

Thank you for being so great and patient. I hope you enjoy!

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-M

Part Fifteen- No Personal POV

Months later

Leo looked at the woman he was falling in love with. She stood in the doorway, looking adorably tired, her eyes ready to close at any given second. Strands of hair had escaped from her ponytail and the engineer was consumed with the nagging urge to tuck them behind her ear.

"You should've woke me," Jemma spoke to him, her voice weak.

Leo had seen how she worked the entire day, her day off, for him. He stood up and walked toward her, "You look so peaceful sleeping, I didn't want to."

Her eyes widened ever so slightly, but he noticed. He noticed everything about her.

Jemma thought back to when she heard him say those words and sighed. She had been working all day and was so exhausted; she didn't need this from him as well. She had to fight through the pain it caused her, just like she had been for the last five weeks. Five weeks without recalling a single memory. Jemma wasn't proud to admit that she had thought of giving up, and finally accepting the old Fitz as gone, like everyone else had. Everyone except Jemma.  She could never forget the Fitz who held her when she cried and knew her well enough to finish her sentences.

The Fitz who loved her.

She knew when she started these experiment drugs on him that they may not work. The chance was slim for a serum to actually work. Simmons knew she should not have been so hopeful, but she needed it to work, thinking Fitz needed it more than her. Now, looking him in reality, Fitz was healthy. He was learning everyday from his final tinkering with Lola.  Fitz was happy.  Jemma didn't know if he really did need it as badly as her. Today, she decided then and there, with Fitz staring right into her eyes, after months of working on it, Simmons made the last serum. It broke her heart, but a lot of things had lately and she was getting uncomfortably used to it.

When her gaze fell upon the serum, the clear liquid on the counter in the syringe, so did Fitz's.

"You can stop, Simmons. You need not to work so hard for me, okay?" Leo told her, trying not to make Jemma upset by saying he didn't want to remember, because he did. He really, really did. She sometimes spoke of their memories, like when they were dancing and many more since then, and he had trouble trying to tear his gaze away from her soft expression as she reminisced, lost in the moment. That same expression made Leo ache to remember. But right now, she threw him a confused, pained look, and he mentally cursed himself for giving her any reason to feel that way.

"Fitz?" Jemma bit the inside of her cheek, a habit she annoyingly picked up. "Do you..." She didn't want to pressure his choice. Him coming back wasn't her decision to make, "Do you want to remember?"

Jemma reminded herself of the fact that this was his chance to start over, to do anything he wanted, go anywhere he wanted, even if it was away from her. She couldn't bear to think it, but the thought remained in her mind. As much as this filled her with unease, Jemma wouldn't be his burden or tie him down if he wanted to leave. It was the thought that if he did, how would she ever move on without him. Fitz was all she ever truly knew. The very thought of him leaving broke her heart. It had done so ever since they were seventeen years old in the dorm rooms of S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy when Simmons realized the fact in which you only ever need one person in the world to really understand you.  And she had been lucky enough to find him, her home, pitying the people whom never could find who they were looking for.