#fitzsimmonstag

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Day 25-

Fitz didn't think he could feel anymore scared than when he had watched Jemma being swallowed by that rock on the monitor, so many months ago. But he was wrong.

Oh he was so very wrong.

Time at the hospital blurred into a series distinct moments.

Arrival. He remembered them arriving at the hospital. Snapping at the Director and the relief in Jemma's face when he said he wasn't letting her out of his sight.

The birth was all a blur. He'd been separated from Jemma so he could be put in medical scrubs and sanitised. The sounds of Jemma screaming would haunt his nightmares for months (if not years) to come. Then he was next to her, feeling useless as he held her hand, giving her words of comfort and not able to do anything else just before she was drugged and taken to emergency surgery. Why the hell couldn't he do anything to help her? 

The next moment he can actually remember is when he saw her for the first time. She was just so small. And red. And wrinkly. And covered in things he'd rather not think about. And squirming in a wild and jerky movement. And he couldn't take his eyes off her. She was perfect. Like he could expect any different from Jemma, but still…

When the cry escaped her tiny lips Fitz felt his world reduced to just her. She had Jemma's nose, he couldn't help but notice.

His heart swelled and in that instant he knew there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for this tiny squirming person before him.

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Hope you all have a happy Christmas day however you choose to spend the day.

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FitzSimmons Advent

Day 24-

"I'm in love with you, Leopold Fitz. I have been for longer than I think I could ever really admit. Especially to myself."

Fitz held her face in both his hands, tears glistening in his eyes; a smile dancing on his lips.

"I love you," he breathes. "I'm in love with you, Jemma Simmons."

His next words are cut off by her lips clashing into his, both pouring all their joy at the other's words into the kiss. Her tongue ghosted across his lips asking for entrance which he gladly gave. Her arms snaked around his waist pulling them flush against each other as one kiss turned into another, then another. Fitz's left hand dropped to her back and held her close.

When they finally separated gasping for breath both their faces were split with unflinching smiles.

"Do you think that broke the curse?" Jemma asked, a tease dancing in her eye. Fitz just looked her dazed till she clarified, "Isn't true love's kiss supposed to break curses?"

Fitz laughed. His first real, true laugh in possibly years.

"True love?"

"Do you really think we could be anything else?"

"No," he agreed, pulling her in for a quick kiss. "Definitely true love."

Jemma bit her lip around her grin.

"Maybe…" A blush rose on her cheeks and Fitz's brow crinkled in question at her look. "Maybe we should really make sure the curse is broken."

Another laugh bubbled out of Fitz as he nodded eagerly at Jemma's suggestion until it was cut off by her lips.

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FitzSimmons Advent

Day 23-

Coulson reached down and helped Fitz back to his feet.

"So, if you think I'm going to leave this place without him having two black eyes and a broken jaw; you've got another thing coming."

"I wasn't having an affair," Fitz defended himself. "I swear on anything and everything that could be considered sacred. That's not what was happening!"

"Oh, so what other reason was there for another woman to be walking around your apartment in nothing but one of your shirts? After 10 at night? Huh? Let's hear the excuse you've had months to come up with!"

Hunter pushed against the crowding agents attempting to get in Fitz's face. The group may be shocked, but they remained protecting their own.

"It's…it's a bit complicated," Fitz finally said in answer to Hunter.

"Complicated," Hunter scoffed. "That's just a men in suits excuse when they don't want to say that they were in the wrong. I can't believe I thought you actually deserved her."

Hunter continued to insult and try goad Fitz from behind the wall of agents that were now taking Hunter into custody. For disturbing the peace they told anyone who asked; not many did. They were nearly all the way to the secret entrance before Hunter got a shot in that caused a flare in Fitz's ire.

"Here's to hoping Jemma has a girl, though. God forbid there's another Fitz boy who ends up exactly like his father."

Fitz launched himself at Hunter and the guards escorting him. Anticipating the move Hunter ducked out the guard who was holding him and landed a harsh blow to Fitz's face. Fitz went into the wall before he hit the ground and stayed down.

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FitzSimmons Advent

Day 21-

Daisy felt her throat tighten as a spike of longing zapped through her. She did miss her mini-FitzSimmons. Eyes as blue as his father's that always looked at her with complete trust and unconditional love. A smile as bright and welcoming as his mum's that easily gave way to bubbly and infectious laughter, in the way only the young and innocent can. A mop of curly brown hair that would often come flying towards her for a bear-hug that felt like he was literally pulling her broken pieces back together.

"He doesn't stop telling stories about you and your adventures together to his baby sister," Bobbi added her tone as calculatedly calm as Fitz's as she moved to stand next to the scientist.

It took a moment for Bobbi's words to sink in.

"Sister?" Daisy practically whispered.

"Yeah," Fitz laughed. "Jem and I have a daughter now; she's eighteen months old. Thank goodness she has Jemma's temperament. You remember what a nightmare it was with Jake?"

Tears burned behind her eye as her mind took her back to when Jake had just been born. He'd screamed the base down near constantly. Everyone took turns pacing the corridor with him after Jemma had practically broken down and blamed Fitz for giving their son his grumpy Scottish temperament. Much to everyone's surprise, and Jemma's delight, the baby calmed the best in either Daisy's or May's arms. As he got older if the boy wasn't with either of his parents he most often was found around the base following either the trainee specialist or her SO. (The only exemption was 'naptime' in Papa Coulson's office.)

"Come home, Skye."

"That's not my name," she choked out. Fitz looked at her confused.

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FitzSimmons Advent

Day 20-

"Hate to interrupt," her mum butted into the conversation and put an arm around Jemma, "but I have to steal Jemma away. There are some other people who have come a long way to meet with her tonight. Can't have you wasting her time Mitchell."

Once the man and his crude conversation were left behind Jemma let out a sigh. God, why was she working with people who didn't have two brain cells to rub together?

"Be careful of your own feelings Jemma," her mother warned her softly. "I know how to read past the mask I taught you. Your feelings for the boy are becoming too strong. If you aren't careful he could be viewed as a weakness- or a liability."

"He's too brilliant of an engineer for anyone with any intelligence to think killing him would be worth it," she dismissed her mum's concern. "It's an intellectual collaboration between us. Nothing more. At most I consider him a good close friend- that I'm keeping a life changing secret from," she couldn't stop from finishing bitterly.

"Jemma…"

"Don't let them order me to sleep with him," she whispered. "I can keep these feeling separate, but having sex would blur those lines too much. For him… and… and for me."

"Are you falling for him?"

"I could," she softly confessed to her mum.

She pushed away that nagging feeling that had been growing the more time she spent around Fitz to the side; the feeling that maybe she already was falling for him.

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FitzSimmons Advent

Day 19-

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Hunter pipped up, breathing heavily through his own fright reaction.

Fitz panted through his tears and the other agents all looked at him in concern.

"I'm sorry. I won't give up. I can't give up," he gasped out, barely fighting off his tears.

"None of us want to, Fitz," Skye agreed, her pain at this-both the reminder of her missing friend and the desperation of her friend before audible. "But-"

"Our first mission in the field, sir." Coulson looked at Fitz confused. Fitz ran a hand through his hair, his exhaustion making him struggle to articulate his thoughts. "Our first mission you- you said… you said; not to ever tell you there's no way. It's on us; Get. It. Done. That's- that’s what I'm doing. I'm-I'm getting it done. I can't give up. Not on her. Never on Jemma."

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FitzSimmons Advent

Day 18-

"But it's been months," Coulson incredulously pointed out.

"Yeah," Fitz quickly agreed.

"She could be long gone from wherever this thing dropped her."

"Yeah."

"She could be dead."

"No." Fitz bit back strongly. "She isn't. She couldn't be."

"Fitz-"

"I know she isn't."

"How?" Mack pressed gentle but resolute. "How can you say that with confidence, Turbo? There's an abundance of evidence that points otherwise."

"Because his soulmark hasn't stopped aching, has it?" Bobbi pipped up.

The silence in the office thickened at her words.

"Jemma's your soulmate, so you know that wherever this portal-wormhole-vortex-thing has taken her, she's still alive."