#it took me over 45 minute to upload to ao3 because i honestly forgot how to do it

[besidemethewholedamntime]

hello! it has been a long year but i’ve finally written something again! i hope it’s in character and my rustiness isn’t too evident but i’ll let you guys be the judge of that :p i hope you enjoy!

no less of a devil for that

Summary: 

“Actually, sweetheart-” and at the slow, careful tone his blood freezes. “I have something to tell you.”

“Oh.” His heart starts to race, panic ensuing. He runs through the checklist in his head. Jemma’s upstairs with the twins. Alya’s at school. Marnie’s at nursery. His mum is on the phone. She sounds strange but not hurt. It’s okay, he tells himself. It’s alright. Everyone is fine.

“It’s about your dad,” his mum says, and for a second Fitz thinks she’s talking about someone else. It takes him a second to make the title match the man. “I’ve seen him.”

There's the possibility for Fitz's father to make an unexpected return. Post-series featuring emotional conversations and four adorable Fitzsimmons children.

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Fitz’s stomach now rolls when his phone rings.

It’s involuntary, a sympathetic reaction to too many years of deception and separation. Ironic, really, that a simple device used for bringing people closer together inspires such a fear of being pulled away, but it’s just one of a long list of ironies in his life that he doesn’t think of it anymore. Besides, it’s been four years since he left SHIELD, and there’s only a very select few who have his number. Like a lot of things, he’s learned to live with it.

All the same, the nausea usually dissipates when he sees who it is, especially when, like now, he sees that it’s his mum. But today it doesn’t. In fact, it intensifies.

“Hello,” he answers, holding his phone between his shoulder and his ear as he folds the washing. Now a father to four children, it seems to be never-ending.

“Hiya, sweetheart. You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he says, somewhat distractedly despite the ever-growing unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“That’s good, that’s good,” his mum says, though it sounds like she hasn’t really listened to him at all.

There’s a long pause. Fitz sighs in frustration. Alya’s red sock has somehow found its way into the whites load and now the twins have nice pale pink t-shirts and jumpers and hats and towels and… the list, like the washing, feels endless.

“Look, Mum, can I ring you back in a bit? It’s just I’m in the middle of-”

“Actually, sweetheart-” and at the slow, careful tone his blood freezes. “I have something to tell you.”

“Oh.” His heart starts to race, panic ensuing. He runs through the checklist in his head. Jemma’s upstairs with the twins. Alya’s at school. Marnie’s at nursery. His mum is on the phone. She sounds strange but not hurt. It’s okay, he tells himself. It’s alright. Everyone is fine.

“It’s about your dad,” his mum says, and for a second Fitz thinks she’s talking about someone else. It takes him a second to make the title match the man. “I’ve seen him.”

“Oh,” he says again, feeling his hand start to shake. He puts the washing back in the basket and lets his shoulder drop from his ear. His voice comes out strangled. “Where?”

“At my work.”

“Your wor… what, was he like a patient or something?” His head is spinning. He feels sick. All of a sudden he’s ten years old again and afraid of the dark.

“No, not like that. He… well he came to find me.”

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#aosficnet2 #fitzsimmons #fitzsimmons fic #aos fic #fanfic by moi #oh gosh it has been a hot minute hasn't it #this has been finished for nearly two weeks #or practically finished #but i've just been too nervous to post it so i've procrastinated for too long #even so i hope you enjoy my rusty attempt to get back into writing again! #it took me over 45 minute to upload to ao3 because i honestly forgot how to do it #but hopefully it's worth it!