Fitzsimmons

Not Enemies

Quick Note: Academy Fitzsimmons is so fun to write. Especially after those deleted scenes were released.
I WILL BE WRITING ANOTHER FANFICTION! IT'S GOING TO BE ABOUT HENRY HIGGS AND ELIZA DOOLITTLE FROM ABC'S SELFIE. KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR IT!
And my hundredth chapter is in progress. Message me if you want a special part in this momentous occasion. :)
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"Oh, this is so not funny!" Fitz shouted through the heavy door of the dark storage room. His unceasing pounding would probably give him bruises in the morning, but he refused to let the stupid upperclassmen get him stuck in the bloody storeroom.
"Let me out of here, or I swear I'll report you!" he threatened emptily. He wouldn't actually report anyone. He'd just glare and hope that karma would get to them. Fitz was too kind to actually follow through.
"They're not listening." Fitz jumped. He wasn't alone in the closest? Was there a demon in there with him?! He wanted to at least graduate before death.
"Who's there?" he asked shakily, like you do when you get that unsettling feeling that you're being watched. He shuffled backwards until his back was against the locked door.
"Calm down, Fitz, I'm in your Latin Class," spoke the voice. It sounded vaguely familiar, but Fitz wasn't risking letting his guard down.
"How do you know my name?" he asked, horror seeping into his high voice.
"You idiot," it muttered. "It's Jemma Simmons. Most intelligent and youngest at the academy? Studying biochemistry?" Fitz released a breath, relieved he wasn't meeting a brutal end at this point in his life.
"Simmons?" he breathed out. There was no point in hiding his terror. She had already witnessed his overreaction. "Why're you in here?"
"I was fetching a mop to clean up my spill in the lab, when those foolish upperclassmen pushed some poor bloke through the door. Traditional Halloween prank, I think," Jemma explained. "And now we are both stuck in here, since they probably locked it from the outside." Fitz pushed off of the door and paced a little on his side of the room.
"When will the janitor be around to clean?" he inquired nervously.
"Who knows." Fitz bit his lip.
"What about your professor? Will someone in your chemistry class notice you're gone?"
Simmons stayed silent. She seemed ashamed, and Fitz began to pull on his sleeves with worry.
"I wasn't at the lab for a class..." she said quietly. Fitz rolled his eyes.
"Bloody brilliant," he murmured. "Looks like we'll be stuck in here. Unless you know how to pick a lock with a bobby pin?" Simmons shook her head furiously. Fitz let out an exasperated sigh.
"I'll look for a light switch," Jemma said tiredly, then ran a hand along the wall. Fitz stood in the middle of the room, out of her way.
"Found it." Fitz heard a click, but the lights didn't go on. The click repeated several times as Simmons flipped it desperately.
"No, no, no!" she yelled at the switch.
"I think they were electrical engineers. I have them in some of my classes."
"Can you fix it?" Simmons asked hopefully.
"Not without putting a hole in the wall," Fitz replied, already losing hope that they'd be out before classes tomorrow.
After a moment of quiet, Jemma suggested they look for candles or a flashlight. They found nothing but cleaning supplies for awhile, but Fitz soon felt a flashlight.
"Found one," he announced, though his yelp of joy was enough of an indicator. A dim light shone across the room, briefly illuminating Jemma's flinching face, before Fitz set it upright.
"We should be fine for a few hours. Then the battery'll run out."
"I don't suppose you're a wizard?" Jemma asked with a rubbing of her temples.
"Yeah, I just left my wand in my dorm," Fitz snarked back.
Fitz sat down, his back against the door. Jemma, after trying to make a point by staying standing, followed his lead after a few seconds.
"How many classes do you have on your schedule?" Fitz asked, trying to break the horrible silence. He had always admired Jemma's intelligence, but she had a habit of shutting him out.
"Surely more than you could ever manage," Jemma retorted, her arms crossed.
"Hey, I'm trying to be nice here," said Fitz. Jemma huffed. "I'd just like to point out that we are the only two people in this locked room, with no idea when we will be found. There's no reason for you to act cross with me, seeing as we've never actually interacted before today, and there's no one else around to see you tarnish your reputation by talking to loser Fitz. How about we converse?"
"As if you don't hate me in all of your classes. We are constantly in competition, Fitz. It's not that I don't like you, it's more like I don't like your existence."
"Look, I think you're really smart, Simmons. I also think I'm really smart. Imagine the good we could do together." They stopped talking for awhile, while Jemma brushed some hair behind her ears.
"I'm technically smarter," she spoke after awhile.
"What?"
"I said I'm technically smarter," Jemma stated, waiting for Fitz's reaction.
He gaped at her for awhile, then threw his hands up in defeat. "Sure, you're technically smarter."
"I agree," Simmons said, smiling at the control she had in the conversation.
"Are we friends now?" Fitz pleaded.
"No," Simmons replied simply. "But we aren't enemies."
"I'm fine with that."