Chapter One (Why Are You Here?)
Fitz walked down the hallways of Coulson's new base. He was all alone, everyone else was off doing something else. And no one really talked to him anymore.
'Fitz, where are you going?' Simmons asked from behind him.
"Do I have to have a certain, ah, destination?" Fitz asked, not stopping.
'No, but I find it strange that you're walking the halls."
"Maybe I want to." Fitz retorted.
Fitz came to a dead end hallway, lined with six doors, three on each side each marked with 'Vault' and a letter from A to D. "What are these doors?" he asked.
'How am I supposed to know, Fitz?" Simmons asked.
"I don't know, Simmons. But I'm going to see." Fitz replied, trying all of the doors, only to find them all open except one, Vault D. "This one's locked, what do you think is behind it?"
'Probably something that you don't need to be snooping into.' Simmons replied. 'There's a reason why it's the only door locked, and why it's labeled as a vault. There's probably something dangerous in there.'
"I want to find out." Fitz said.
'Don't. There's a reason why it's locked.'
"But I can probably, ah, ah, ah,"
'Hack into it?'
"Yes! Hack, that's the word." Fitz said, his face twisting in frustration. "I can hack into it and unlock it."
'Fitz, don't,' Simmons began, but Fitz had started tinkering with the lock anyways. She sighed in annoyance, Fitz would not listen to her anymore.
A click and a series of beeps a few minutes later signaled that the door had been unlocked.
Fitz smiled, standing up and looking at Simmons, "There, I, uh, did it."
Simmons rolled her eyes, 'Just a quick glance. There's no telling if it's alarmed or not.'
She followed Fitz into the room, and down a staircase into a massive room. They stopped and frowned as the lights turned on. A man laid on a bed on the other side of the room, facing the wall.
'This must be some kind of prison cell.' Simmons said. 'There has to be some kind of laser system to act as the bars over there in front of that chair. We need to get out of here.'
"Who do you think it is?" Fitz asked. "Why would Coulson have someone, uh, locked up here at base?"
'I don't know, but like I said we need to get out of here now. That guy's probably dangerous.'
"But who is it?"
But Fitz spoke a little too loud, for the man stirred in the bed and sat up. He turned around to see who could be possibly in the cell. Fitz froze when he saw who it was. Ward.
Ward froze as well, confused to why Fitz was in the room.
Confusion and just a bit of hate filled Fitz, he stormed forwards towards the chair.
'Fitz, don't!' Simmons exclaimed.
Fitz stopped by the chair and pointed at Ward, "Why the hell are you here?!" he exclaimed. "Why are you here?"
Ward gulped, slowly getting up from the bed and taking a few steps forward, "Keep it down, please. They'll think that I'm attacking you. And I don't want to know what Coulson will do. But, I don't know what you mean." he said.
"You know what I mean, why are you, uh, uh, at this place?" Fitz asked. "I thought that you were in a prison far away."
Ward frowned, "They didn't tell you?" he asked.
"Nobody tells me anything anymore!" Fitz exclaimed.
Ward's gaze shifted, "Coulson had me brought here to, uh, 'help' with finding other Hydra members."
"But why didn't they tell me?" Fitz asked. His face fell, "They all think that I'm, uh, uh. What's the word?"
'Worthless?' Simmons asked, frowning.
"Yes! Worthless!"
Ward frowned, "What do you mean worthless?" he asked.
Fitz frowned, "And it's all because of you! I can't think straight anymore because of your little, uh, plan back at the Bus with Garrett!"
"What?"
"My brain's messed up because you threw us in the ocean." Fitz said.
Ward's face fell. He took a step back, "No, no. I didn't mean for that to happen. It was supposed to float, I didn't think that it would sink." he said.
"Well you didn't think hard enough. You should've even brought us back on the plane to start with! If you had just left us alone, I wouldn't be like this!" Fitz cried.
Ward shook his head, "I-I didn't know. And I couldn't let you go, Garrett would've shot you. You would be dead if I had of let you go." He looked down, "The pod was supposed to float. I didn't know."
'Fitz, be careful of what you say towards him. I think that we should go.' Simmons said, but Fitz ignored her.
"It's your fault that I'm broken. It's your fault that everyone thinks I'm useless, unable to do anything anymore. It's just that it, ah, what is it? It takes longer and it's harder to think clearer." Fitz said.
"Fitz, I didn't know that all of this would happen, I'm, I'm sorry." Ward said.
"Yeah, sure you are. You're not sorry that I'm broken now."
"Don't worry, I'm broken too." Ward said, his voice barely a whisper.
Fitz raised an eyebrow, "What?"
"Nothing. It doesn't matter. No one listens anyways."
'Come on, Fitz. We need to go before someone else shows up.' Simmons said.
"Not now, Jemma." Fitz said.
Ward frowned, he didn't see Simmons. Did Fitz have an ear piece in?
"Well maybe someone would listen if you hadn't been such an, an, ass." Fitz continued. "And don't ever expect me to forgive you, ever."
Ward balled up his hands, "I don't expect anyone to. You don't have to." he said, his voice low.
"Good, because I'm not." Fitz said, turning around. "And I'm leaving now, don't expect me to be back."
"It doesn't matter to me." Ward muttered.
"Come on, Simmons, I'm going." Fitz said, going back up the stairs and out the door, shutting and locking the door behind him.
Ward sank back to the bed as the lights greatly dimmed. "What exactly did I do to him?" he asked himself quietly.
Author's Note: I don't own AoS, Marvel does. Oi, trying something new! This is gonna be a fic about Fitz and Ward helping each other out with their problems since no one else will. I didn't make Ward sound as creepy as he did in 2x01, just because I didn't like it.I hope this story does work, all my other ones haven't done very well. And remember, there's a reason why Simmons' dialogue is in italics, she isn't there. I really hope you enjoy! Keep reading and PLEASE review! ~AwakeAndAliveSpartan.