Leo Fitz (
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I would break the laws of gravity
Who: Leo Fitz and OPEN (log is for all, some closed starters in comments)
Where: Checkerboard Hills
When: August 9th, just past midnight
Rating: PG+
Summary: Man returns to Wonderland after two months at home under heavy stress. Man throws toddler-level tantrum in public space. As adults are wont to do.
The Story:
[Apparently, the stories are true. When one leaves Wonderland, one is thrust back home without memory. There's nothing to prevent the mistakes he should know to avoid, no way to apply the emotional developments he's earned. It's just the harsh progression of time, doing what time wishes. And there's no way to stop it from bringing them back before they're ready to come back.
When Fitz arrives, it's facedown into a patch of eternally-manicured grass. The memories hit all at once, but they're not memories he wants. He doesn't need to know about a ridiculous fantasy dimension holding people hostage. He was kind of in the middle of something a little life-or-death...!
It's too much to hold, and far more than he can process. Instead of wandering back to the mansion and settling back into his personal space, he stays where he is, pulling himself up to his hands and knees and tearing at the grass in open distress, shouting out at nothing and everything all at once.]
Not now! There's no time for this!
[Some people hit pillows. Right now, he's technically landscaping. And he's definitely not tearing up. That's probably all the dirt he's dislodging.]
Where: Checkerboard Hills
When: August 9th, just past midnight
Rating: PG+
Summary: Man returns to Wonderland after two months at home under heavy stress. Man throws toddler-level tantrum in public space. As adults are wont to do.
The Story:
[Apparently, the stories are true. When one leaves Wonderland, one is thrust back home without memory. There's nothing to prevent the mistakes he should know to avoid, no way to apply the emotional developments he's earned. It's just the harsh progression of time, doing what time wishes. And there's no way to stop it from bringing them back before they're ready to come back.
When Fitz arrives, it's facedown into a patch of eternally-manicured grass. The memories hit all at once, but they're not memories he wants. He doesn't need to know about a ridiculous fantasy dimension holding people hostage. He was kind of in the middle of something a little life-or-death...!
It's too much to hold, and far more than he can process. Instead of wandering back to the mansion and settling back into his personal space, he stays where he is, pulling himself up to his hands and knees and tearing at the grass in open distress, shouting out at nothing and everything all at once.]
Not now! There's no time for this!
[Some people hit pillows. Right now, he's technically landscaping. And he's definitely not tearing up. That's probably all the dirt he's dislodging.]
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[She pushes herself up and out of bed, towards him. She isn't going to forget to get the story out of him.]
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[To say nothing of the fact that was quite awhile ago -- nearly a year now. After all, it was really more his wheelhouse than hers.]
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Have you found much difficulty trusting me since you've been here, Jemma?
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[Of the two of them, it's usually herself that she opts not to trust.]
But of the two of us, I'm also not the one who's been secretive about what they're doing.
[She's not throwing it in his face, or blaming -- but he has a pattern of not telling her things. And it's hard to feel as though the pattern is going to continue, now that he knows things she doesn't.]
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[Is he blaming her for something she hasn't even done yet? He might be. The dual memories are still a little new and confusing.]
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If I handled it poorly there [you know, where she isn't] then I'm sorry. It's -- surely you must know it was complicated. I know how I would feel if you asked me what I've clearly asked of you.
[A lesser man would walk away and not look back.]
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Jemma, you need to talk to someone. If not me, then -- Darcy, or Daisy, or someone. At home, you've been spending a lot of time with Dr. Garner. Or -- you were -- you know what it doesn't matter -- What I'm trying to say is that you've been improving so much when you've taken time to help yourself. And I don't think I've seen you do that here.
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I'm not suffering -- not any more than anyone else around here, and usually for Wonderland-induced reasons. I told you about Will, and what... happened...
[Is this that? Is this that being new and fresh for him, having experienced it again, at home, like an old hurt being made in new and interesting ways?]
I'm sorry this is fresh for you. But -- it's been almost a year, for me. I can only know how I feel here. Now.
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[He speaks over her when she tries to tell him that she's over it. There's no getting over the things they've learned.]
He's not -- bloody well would've been a lot easier if he was... But the funding, the mission, everything that sent him there. It's all been Hydra.
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Of course it was. It's always goddamned Hydra.
[She is going to light them all on fire.]
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[He returns his attention to his notes, just to have a more comfortable focal point.]
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[That thing -- Will only ever called it It, and he'd known enough to give it a wide berth -- and was crazy enough to hold it off as she ran to Fitz, ran to home.
She swallows. Maybe she isn't as okay as she'd professed.]
It will always be them, won't it?
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[He presses his lips together.]
Things aren't going well at home.
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Like a bad penny, that one.
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Klaus doesn't think he's here anymore, at least. I asked him to check again last night just to be sure of it.
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... That he's not here. Not what Klaus did.
[That's actually a pretty big favor. But it's not enough to calm the agitation, and the feeling that she should be able to help this. But none of that is Fitz's fault.
She comes to sit by him, close and uncertain at first.]
So what do we have to do here?
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Right now I'd just like to keep touching you. If that's all right.
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That's perfectly all right.
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I'll always come back to you.
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And I to you.
[She pauses.]
Though I suppose in practice, that's been more "I'll try, and if it doesn't work, you can come get me."
[It's supposed to be a joke, but it's a little too self-deprecating to be funny. Oh well.]
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Like picking you up after a long party.
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Precisely that.
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If... I've done something terrible.... Would you forgive me?
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