Now I can’t stop thinking about it, I hate you. She can’t find another partner, no one has the talent she’s looking for, but truly no one knows her like Fitz does. Fitz who knows what her limbs will do before she does, who knows each breath and heartbeat and flutter of the eyelid, who’s been right beside her the whole damn time. And then there’s Fitz, whose whole identity has been shattered like the ligament and bone in his left foot, who can’t touch ice without feeling his heart restrict a little, his stupid body betraying him, betraying them. And he avoids her because the whole reason they were, it’s because they worked well together. He lives in the illusion that if not for their parents thinking their height matched enough for them to be well paired, they wouldn’t have known each other, there would be no Fitzsimmons. And she wants to stick with him, she does, but he can’t, he can’t stick around because it would be too much - all these things he wants and can’t have.
I don’t know how she goes into solo figure skating, because they were going to win this Olympics before retiring and he shows up at practice. They choose choreography and songs and maybe they had been lying all along. (this fic must feature a lot of pre-drama shenanigans where all the journalists and the media and their friends keep thinking they’re a couple or should be a couple and they just deny it and act like dorks. Become especially friendly with Team America during the 2010 Olympics, and Skye decides it is her business to make this thing happen ffs. Also many references to Blades of Glory, for reasons)
