Learning to Breathe
Author: @eclecticmuses and @mrsleopoldfitz
Rating: Explicit
Chapter: 15/?
Relationships/Characters: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Bus Team, Antoine Triplett, Lance Hunter, Bobbi Morse, Alphonso Mackenzie, Others
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Season 2 AU, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst, Fluff, Some Humor
Summary: In the wake of being dumped at the bottom of the Atlantic, Leo Fitz faces a long road to recovery. Fortunately, he has Jemma by his side for support. But it won’t always be easy, and forces from both within and outside S.H.I.E.L.D. seem to be conspiring to keep them apart. The line between the oath they swore to the agency and the promises they made to each other is starting to blur, but it may be too late to escape with their lives before they lose each other for good. A season 2 AU and sequel to Begin Again.
It was quick work, thanks to the fact that they’d basically done it all already, meaning all they really had to do was compile it into one, organized folder that could be handed over to Coulson. They left it on May’s desk and tucked into bed themselves, wrapping around each other for a fitful night’s sleep. Fitz recognized that it was because he was worried about Skye, and he wagered Jemma’s tossing and turning could be chalked up to the same reason.
When it became clear that restful sleep wouldn’t come and the clock finally ticked over to a time it was acceptable to be out of bed, Fitz slipped into the kitchen to make them tea. He wasn’t a morning person by any means, but he could see why May, Jemma, and the other early risers on the team liked the quiet that pervaded the base. It made it easier to think, and he found his mind picking at the idea of what Skye had become. By the time he had their mugs ready and on a tray, he had ideas about tech that could be built to both accommodate and enhance her apparent earthquaking abilities, although it would all depend on what she was actually capable of achieving. He made a mental note to talk to Jemma about it once they were in the lab for the day, and let himself into their room.
“Mornin’, Jemma,” he greeted her, smiling as he held up the mugs. “Though’ we might need these. If May gives Coulson that folder first thing, I’m bettin’ we’re called in by 9.”
