[Agents of SHIELD] Platonic Soul Mates
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dontwantmebackTitle: Platonic Soul Mates
Fandom: Agents of SHIELD
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Length: 565 words
SHIELD came out of nowhere. A pair of agents in suits had just shown up on Jemma's doorstep and said she'd been accepted into some academy she'd never heard of. She'd been hesitant to go. Of course she was. It was some enormous secret organization and it was in America. She'd never even been anywhere but London and home. But they promised her the chance to learn, the chance to expand on her research, and for a young woman like Jemma Simmons, two doctorates and barely twenty, the chance to learn more, to know more, was too good to pass up.
So she'd packed up her research and went. She stepped through the doors of SHIELD's science academy and for the first time since she could remember, didn't feel like a complete freak.
She was still the youngest there, but not by nearly as much as she'd always been. She wasn't surrounded by people twice her age and still smarter than them by leaps. She was on even footing with people in their twenties too, and from the first class Jemma set foot into she knew she'd found the place she was meant to be. SHIELD was exactly what she needed. She'd never have a better opportunity, a better place to work, or a better group of people to be with.
After her second week, one of her professors came to her, said there was someone she wanted Jemma to meet, someone she might want to work with if she was willing to adjust her research stream. And since she didn't really think there was any more to learn, she'd been working on the same project for what felt like ages. Even if they couldn't work together, if the professors thought they should, perhaps they could at least be friends.
The young man she was introduced to as Leo Fitz and Jemma recognized the name immediately. She'd heard it dozens of times through her childhood. Of course she had. By all accounts he was as smart as she was, though he'd gone a different way with it. Jemma had always hoped to have a chance to meet him some day, knowing they would understand one another. Believing in it despite absolutely no evidence. She was ecstatic to have the opportunity, surprised to find that he was actually a rather attractive man. In her mind he'd always been rather plain. But she didn't show any of that, she'd just met him and that wasn't really her anyway, so she just smiled and shook his hand.
"Doctor Fitz."
"Doctor Simmons," he answered and there was a sort of playfulness in his eyes that made her instantly comfortable.
They were put into a special program, the elite of the academy they were told, but Jemma wasn't sure she cared much for the idea. Weapons development was their ultimate goal, though anything else they might come up with along the way was of course accepted. She didn't like weapons, didn't agree that violence was a solution and it wasn't until Fitz suggested they work toward something non-lethal, a new sort of stun gun or something of the sort that she actually got excited about it.
They took one another to the library that evening, with little cups of soup and bigger cups of tea, and biscuits from home that Fitz had gotten in the mail, piles of books and notes strewn about while they bickered the pros and cons of subduing a target by electric versus chemical means.
Before they'd even noticed it was morning. Jemma was astounded that anyone would so completely keep her attention that way, keep her interested and be interested in her and from the moment that sunk in, that Fitz not only kept up with her but actually seemed to enjoy doing it in a way she'd never seen before, she knew they would be friends.
Newly changed schedules meant that they spent all their class time together, and all their free time was devoted to research. Jemma posed ideas and Fitz drew up designs, she quickly gained a fair understanding of engineering and he quickly caught up with her biotech babbling, and in between it all they became friends. More than friends. They understood each other in ways no one else ever had, they knew how one another thought and it quickly became apparent that more often than not they didn't even need to speak entire thoughts aloud. A few words, a questioning look, and they were on the same page. They were two halves to a whole, and everyone else could see it as clearly as they did. The pair quickly earned themselves the collective nickname Fitz-Simmons, they were talked about in the singular, like they were one person.
Jemma told her parents about him at the end of her first month with SHIELD. Her mother tsked and asked why she didn't just come out and say the boy was her boyfriend. And for the first time where Fitz was concerned, Jemma actually stumbled.
"Don't be silly; we're friends. He just understands me," she tried explaining, and she could almost hear the expressions on her parents' faces over the phone, exasperated and affectionate. "I know you're making those faces. Stop it. We can just be friends without any of that ridiculous romance nonsense mucking it up."
Her parents just 'yes dear'ed her and never really let it drop.
Fandom: Agents of SHIELD
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Length: 565 words
SHIELD came out of nowhere. A pair of agents in suits had just shown up on Jemma's doorstep and said she'd been accepted into some academy she'd never heard of. She'd been hesitant to go. Of course she was. It was some enormous secret organization and it was in America. She'd never even been anywhere but London and home. But they promised her the chance to learn, the chance to expand on her research, and for a young woman like Jemma Simmons, two doctorates and barely twenty, the chance to learn more, to know more, was too good to pass up.
So she'd packed up her research and went. She stepped through the doors of SHIELD's science academy and for the first time since she could remember, didn't feel like a complete freak.
She was still the youngest there, but not by nearly as much as she'd always been. She wasn't surrounded by people twice her age and still smarter than them by leaps. She was on even footing with people in their twenties too, and from the first class Jemma set foot into she knew she'd found the place she was meant to be. SHIELD was exactly what she needed. She'd never have a better opportunity, a better place to work, or a better group of people to be with.
After her second week, one of her professors came to her, said there was someone she wanted Jemma to meet, someone she might want to work with if she was willing to adjust her research stream. And since she didn't really think there was any more to learn, she'd been working on the same project for what felt like ages. Even if they couldn't work together, if the professors thought they should, perhaps they could at least be friends.
The young man she was introduced to as Leo Fitz and Jemma recognized the name immediately. She'd heard it dozens of times through her childhood. Of course she had. By all accounts he was as smart as she was, though he'd gone a different way with it. Jemma had always hoped to have a chance to meet him some day, knowing they would understand one another. Believing in it despite absolutely no evidence. She was ecstatic to have the opportunity, surprised to find that he was actually a rather attractive man. In her mind he'd always been rather plain. But she didn't show any of that, she'd just met him and that wasn't really her anyway, so she just smiled and shook his hand.
"Doctor Fitz."
"Doctor Simmons," he answered and there was a sort of playfulness in his eyes that made her instantly comfortable.
They were put into a special program, the elite of the academy they were told, but Jemma wasn't sure she cared much for the idea. Weapons development was their ultimate goal, though anything else they might come up with along the way was of course accepted. She didn't like weapons, didn't agree that violence was a solution and it wasn't until Fitz suggested they work toward something non-lethal, a new sort of stun gun or something of the sort that she actually got excited about it.
They took one another to the library that evening, with little cups of soup and bigger cups of tea, and biscuits from home that Fitz had gotten in the mail, piles of books and notes strewn about while they bickered the pros and cons of subduing a target by electric versus chemical means.
Before they'd even noticed it was morning. Jemma was astounded that anyone would so completely keep her attention that way, keep her interested and be interested in her and from the moment that sunk in, that Fitz not only kept up with her but actually seemed to enjoy doing it in a way she'd never seen before, she knew they would be friends.
Newly changed schedules meant that they spent all their class time together, and all their free time was devoted to research. Jemma posed ideas and Fitz drew up designs, she quickly gained a fair understanding of engineering and he quickly caught up with her biotech babbling, and in between it all they became friends. More than friends. They understood each other in ways no one else ever had, they knew how one another thought and it quickly became apparent that more often than not they didn't even need to speak entire thoughts aloud. A few words, a questioning look, and they were on the same page. They were two halves to a whole, and everyone else could see it as clearly as they did. The pair quickly earned themselves the collective nickname Fitz-Simmons, they were talked about in the singular, like they were one person.
Jemma told her parents about him at the end of her first month with SHIELD. Her mother tsked and asked why she didn't just come out and say the boy was her boyfriend. And for the first time where Fitz was concerned, Jemma actually stumbled.
"Don't be silly; we're friends. He just understands me," she tried explaining, and she could almost hear the expressions on her parents' faces over the phone, exasperated and affectionate. "I know you're making those faces. Stop it. We can just be friends without any of that ridiculous romance nonsense mucking it up."
Her parents just 'yes dear'ed her and never really let it drop.