This Is Your Time

Happy birthday to my actual favorite person born on this day, my fraternal soulmate, @onpenhollowlane, who asked for this ages ago and has been very patient. Bom &tc, favorite lieutentant sister!

  • Team FitzSimmons has won every major world championship they can—except Olympic gold.
  • They were too young to compete in Turin, no one could deny Rogers and Carter their swan song in Vancouver, and Romanoff clearly had the home country boost in Sochi. But no matter, they’re over it. This is their time.
  • Everyone says so, not just Scott Hamilton.
  • Their training partner, Daisy, says it’s so much their time that she shouldn’t even bother trying. Partly she means it. Partly she’s not looking forward to breaking in Lincoln, her third partner in as many seasons (Ward dumped her to skate for Canada. Trip tore his ACL).
  • Jemma urges caution—there’s still two years; we aren’t invincible—but no one listens.
  • They’ve never been better. Their artistry, their synchronization, their jumps, their lifts, their death spirals, their mirroring—sometimes, people watching them almost forget they’re two people.
  • Fitz looks at Simmons after executing a perfect throw triple axel and just grins: they may as well put our names on them now.
  • Ugh, Fitz, she chides. Secretly, she agrees. They really almost are invincible.
  • Until.
  • In practice one day, something goes horribly wrong—she never knows what, afterwards, only one second she’s up in the air and the next she and Fitz are in a crumpled heap on the ice and there’s blood everywhere and a bone sticking out of Fitz’s leg.
  • Compound fracture. Major surgery.
  • Jemma sits in the waiting room silent, staring, going over and over what May told her had happened: she was falling, and she was going to land hard and hurt herself badly, and Fitz lunged for her and caught her somehow. And ruined his life in the process.
  • May didn’t say that last part. But Jemma knows.
  • Why did you do it, she demands of his spectre the whole time he’s in surgery. Why?
  • When the question finally bursts from her, he lays back palely on the pillow. Better me than you.
  • She scoffs. As if there could be a me without you. You’re my partner.
  • Yes, but you’re more than that.
  • You don’t think you’re my best friend too?
  • No, Jemma, more than that.
  • It could be the painkillers, but it isn’t. She doesn’t know what to say. Neither does he.

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