Fitzsimmons

Fitzsimmons Halloween!!!

Quick Note: Happy Halloween! I wrote some of this while handing out candy! I'm keeping tallies of popular costumes...

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Whispers drifted around the Boiler Room as soon as the engineer entered the room dressed in the exact same costume as the biochemist. Everyone had assumed they hated each other, for they avoided each other in public, but apparently they had been close enough to coordinate costumes, or at least that's what everyone was thinking. That was not what had actually occurred. They had both dressed up as the Doctor by both a mutual love for Doctor Who and complete coincidence.

It was unbelievably awkward. Jemma was confused as to why her nemesis was wearing the same costume as her, and Fitz was working on building up courage to speak to her. Jemma, holding a full bottle and standing with a few friends in the corner, scrunched her eyebrows together as she struggled to comprehend why Fitz would copy HER costume. Was he trying to mock her?

"I think you stole my costume idea," Fitz rehearsed to the wall. Yes, it was pathetic that he was practicing talking to someone, but he wanted to take no chances with her. If he mixed up his verbs, or said an incorrect pronoun, she would never bother with him again.

He nodded at the wall, then swiveled around and strode straight to Simmons, knocking over a chair in the process. Of course his clumsiness drew all the attention in the room, and as he took the last few steps towards her, he became red and flustered with embarrassment. But he was still standing in front of her, making it extremely noticeable they were wearing the exact same costume, and biting his lip as he mentally screamed at himself for being such an idiot.

After a too-long moment to catch his breath, he opened his mouth, only to realize he had forgotten what he was going to say. Simmons stood a foot in front of him, staring at him with a puzzled expression, while he pulled words out of his mind to form a coherent sentence.

"We match costumes," Fitz said. Simmons nodded carefully. A feeling of pity overcame her, so she tried to give her stuttering rival a chance.

"I didn't know you liked Doctor Who," she made conversation easily. "Who's your favorite Doctor?"

Fitz sighed silently in relief. Then he was struck with nervousness when he realized he was having an actual conversation with Jemma Simmons. The science goddess of the academy.

"Yeah, um," Fitz started fairly normally. "My favorite Doctor's definitely twelve, but his outfit isn't that cool to cosplay."

"Is it because he's Scottish?" Simmons asked jokingly. Fitz, after a moment of taking her seriously, laughed.

"I like the alien quality he brings to the show. He's somewhat disconnected, like I'd think the Doctor should be." Fitz stopped talking abruptly, hoping he hasn't gotten too obsessive-sounding.

"I agree, but I'd say my favorite doctor is Ten," Simmons replied, relaxing Fitz the slightest. "I can't get over David. His acting was brilliant, and all the emotions you could see throughout his era. He was mostly friendly in nature, but he would break sometimes."

"Rose Tyler," Fitz said with a sad smile. Simmons smacked his shoulder.

"Too soon," she explained. They kept their tones joking, not really offended by each other. "Rose was my favorite companion."

"Mine, too," Fitz said with a grin. Then he spoke cautiously, "I shipped Tenrose a ton."

"So you're into the fandom?" Jemma exclaimed excitedly. She loved meeting other Whovians.

"Ever since I started watching it. What do you ship?"

"Obviously Tenrose. Amy and Rory. Clara and Eleven. Madame Vastra and Jenny, even though they're only side characters."

"This is great," Fitz said happily. "What other fandoms are you in?"

They spent the rest of the night discussing books and movies and TV shows. This fictional character and that setting, and what if it hadn't happened. They could go on for days, but when most of the partygoers were either gone or scattered asleep around the room, they agreed to exchange numbers and study together some time.

Fitz held the door open for her as she left. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver model as he began to walk her back to her dorm in the dark, lighting it up every other minute so he could see where he was going.

"That's mine over there, Fitz." Jemma pointed at a brick building across the street. She pouted.

"I don't want to go," she said sadly.

"That's cruel. I'm not over David's regeneration, okay?" They laughed sleepily, then Jemma began to walk away.

"Bye Jemma!" Fitz shouted after her.

"Bye Fitz," Jemma called back, not even looking over her shoulder.