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I paused mid-sip, lowering my cup as I looked at him-silent, but completely focused. He had my full attention. "When you weren't there," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "it felt like the pod all over again. You were my oxygen... but, I couldn't reach you. And it was killing me." His words hit hard, and I felt my eyes begin to sting. I always knew my feelings for Fitz were strong... but I hadn't realized how deep his were too. Author's Note: Hey everyone! I started writing this story a few weeks after the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Season 2 finale. I kept thinking, Where could Jemma have gone? That one question sparked the entire idea. Eventually, I was drawn to one of the most iconic cities in the Marvel universe as the setting. I later realized others had similar theories or storylines-but just to be clear, everything I write comes from my own ideas and imagination. I don't copy or take from anyone else. This story is my personal take on what might have been, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. #11 IN THE AOS CATEGORY #22 IN THE FITZSIMMONS CATEGORY #7 IN THE FITZSIMMONS CATEGORY #3 IN THE FITZSIMMONS CATEGORY [FITZSIMMONS] [ALL RIGHT FROM THE CHARACTERS TO MARVEL] [© Jemmafitzsimmons-2015]
chapter one [edited]
