I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, but it bears repeating:

[vitally]

(Possible spoilers in comments)


Everything's going to be all right.

Somehow. [Offers an encouraging smile.]

Now sit down and stop fretting while you look forward to the next season. You should make yourself some tea and go finish that book you've been meaning to look at for weeks instead of going over worst-case scenarios in your head.


Lovingly,
Jemma

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[ourlittlemonkey]

I will never change my mind about monkeys.

[There are a few constants in the world. Leo Fitz being obsessed with monkeys will always been one of them.]

[vitally]

I know this for a fact. But I'll persuade you to let the matter rest when you wake.


[She'll indulge him despite all the talk of making him change his mind. As much as having a monkey in the lab is ludicrous, her secret heart hopes that Fitz gets a monkey anyway. It would make him so happy.]

[ourlittlemonkey]

's a deal then.

[Because that means he's going to wake up, and Jemma's going to be there, and they'll be talking again. And all that knowledge is worth more than a monkey anyway.]

[vitally]

Perfect. Come home soon, you hear? Don't make me miss you too much.

[Just come back well, she says in her head. Prospects aren't totally hopeful because of the oxygen deprivation Fitz suffered, but as Agent Triplett had just said, stranger things have happened. There's hope yet. Jemma's gearing up for possible cures and supplements needing invented. Though she's more open to change now, she just didn't want things with Fitz to change. She didn't want Fitz to change. The possibility that he returns unable to function as well as he used to terrifies Jemma. She fervently prays that he comes back generally unscathed, considering everything.]

[ourlittlemonkey]

I'll try my best, Jemma.

[He's just as scared as she is, scared about everything. He's never been good with change at the best of times. But right now he just squeezes her hand a little tighter.]

[vitally]

There's a good Fitzy.

[She holds on to his hand a little more tightly than she'd like, and she wishes this were something she could kiss better. Sometimes she wishes she'd wake up and everything would be back to normal, just the way it was. Fitz happy and whole. She finds herself grieving quietly again, but she refuses to let it show. Other times she wishes that Fitz didn't do anything to save her. She was alive, but at what cost?]

[ourlittlemonkey]

Hey.

[He may not be good at reading expressions (okay, make that extremely terrible), but he's had enough practice with Simmons. He reaches out, just a little, to touch her shoulder. His fingers curl into a few strands of hair sitting there.]

's alright.

[vitally]

[She looks up at him and remembers that moment before the window to the underwater pod burst open. Romantic feelings aside, Fitz has always been hers, and to even think of leaving him there had broken her heart. She couldn't leave him there, wouldn't. He's her best friend, the sometimes prickly but always enthusiastic Fitz who loves monkeys and is defenseless against pretty girls. She doesn't want to lose him.]

I know. You'll pull through. We still need to have a proper conversation about... you know, things.

[ourlittlemonkey]

Yeah. We should... do that.

[Not something he'll be looking forward to, anyway.]

[vitally]

...Nothing too serious, just a chat to um, clarify things.

[Awkward face, maybe, but she's still holding on to his hand.]