#fitz finally makes his apperance

[sadbi-hours]

hit me, baby, one more time  ( not a true drabble, 700 wrds or so)

by everythinghappensforareason17 | everythinghappens-love

Pre-Fitzsimmons/Pre-FSK and Bioquake + “I fucked up”

a/n: okay, this is the first time i’m posting a drabble that’s not really within the guidelines. it’s still less than a 1000 words, but it isn’t a true drabble. i figured it would be okay to add it to my july challenge collection.  i just couldn’t help myself...i had to write another little (if you count 700 words as little) taste of ‘lucifer is lonely’  or at this rate i like to call it, my vastly growing future FSK multi-chapter piece. haha!

this was originally around 2000 words or so...and i really trimmed it down, but couldn’t make myself cut it apart any further without losing the tone i was trying to go for. so, here’s 700 words of it i guess. this more then likely won’t be the final cut that i add to the story if i do decided to fully flush it out...but i never know. 

so enjoy some more angst with a choking amount of tension...it’s what i seem to do best:) 

p.s. the gif i’m showcasing here really isn’t mine...i couldn’t find the op and would really like to. so if anyone knows, please inform me. i refuse to take credit for a gif that’s not mine. 

written for @aosficnet2 for the july true drabble challenge

“Don’t strike me as criminals…as assassins. You’re both too pretty…stick out like sore thumbs.” Leopold muttered, head down…voice timid. His delicate hands slick with Daisy’s blood, his fingers graceful…movements frenzied with experience…skillful …as he continued to mend Daisy’s wound.

Her wound. It was still red and inflamed and seeped in pus… definitely infected…but Jemma wasn’t worried anymore. Leopold Fitz came equipped with the best medicine S.H.I.E.L.D. could buy.

He was The Doctor after all.

He glanced at her, watching her reaction to his prodding. His expression leery...but curious and full of silent questions. Jemma inclined her head, giving him permission to continue with his observations. She owed him that much. He was saving Daisy’s life.  

He nodded and went on. “Look too normal to be holding a brain injured S.H.I.E.L.D. agent hostage for misplaced vengeance.”  

Jemma cocked her gun at that, a tad offended. He knew that wasn’t how things had went down. They were in this situation— trapped in an underground hydra base…with a fucking cerebral hypoxia damaged war criminal and a bullet hole in her shoulder and a critical inhuman partner with nowhere to go— because of his prat of a father and because—    

Blood…tears… panic… and a beautiful male voice whispering to her in the darkness of her sorrow of watching her best friend slipping away from her.

“It’s gonna scar…” He soothed, his dainty fingers brushing against her cut.  

She grabbed his hand, pushing it away. “I don’t care. I’ll live. Save my friend.” –She couldn’t kill him. Not with Daisy’s life on the line.

Leopold held his hands up. “Sorry, didn’t mean anything by that. Let’s just drop it.”

Jemma shook her head. Fuck him. He’d poked the bear and now he was going to face her wrath.

“Maybe that’s what makes us good at our jobs, being underestimated…overlooked…” Her temper flared…eyes blazing brown fire. “Besides, what else can an ex-Hydra agent and an inhuman do in this world?”

Nothing! Not since S.H.I.E.L.D. took over and wiped everyone on the opposing sides of their beliefs out! She felt like yelling, but left that unspoken. Wouldn’t do any good to say her hypocrisies out loud. She’d once been exterminating anyone not fitting into her ideals too—especially inhumans.

“You’re inhuman?” He asked, breathless…his hands trembling. Jemma shifted in her seat. She knew the beginnings of a panic attack…seen Daisy have more than enough of them to last her a lifetime…only his wouldn’t potentially level an entire country if gone unchecked.

So she let him be. “No. Ex Hydra.”

“She is?” He pointed at Daisy's unmoving form on the bed.

Jemma tightened her hold on the gun.

“Do anything to jeopardize her recovery and I will personally be the one to put a bullet in that prodigal head of yours. We clear?” She growled, her tone venomous and deadly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” He barked back, sounding betrayed.

Jemma cocked an eyebrow. “You didn’t need to know.” She replied, feigning nonchalance. It wouldn’t have helped save Daisy. He couldn’t be trusted. He was the enemy. Plain and simple.

“Bullshit!” He yelled, slamming his hand on the end table. She felt her heckles raise. Every instinct rioting, calling for her fight or flight response. Jemma aimed her gun for his head. She never chose flight. “You were afraid of what I’d might do…afraid I wouldn’t have saved her if I’d known.”

Bloody hell. He had her there. She’d been terrified…would have done anything to get him to work his medical magic to save her best friend. “Would you have?” She asked, turning his accusations around on him…putting him in the spotlight…hoping to watch him burn.

“Doesn’t matter. The choice was taken from me. She’s going to live.” He spat.

“So sorry. I fucked up.” She mocked, unapologetic for her actions. She wasn’t here to appease his hatred. She just wanted her best friend to come out of this alive…and she’ll do anything to achieve that goal.

“Don’t lie to me again.” He warned. “You won’t like the consequences.”

Jemma scoffed, stretching her legs out. Taking his malice at face value. She refused to make promises she more than likely wouldn’t keep…not to him.

It wasn’t in her nature to make bargains with the devil.

the end.