This was inspired by a tumblr prompt I received after I posted that my headcanon is that Kaylee is a future descendent of Fitzsimmons (it makes sense, doesn't it?)

"Simmons, can you pass me the spanner?"

Simmons turned to glare at her partner. Well, the only part she could see of him, which was his curly hair sticking out of what appeared to be a giant metal box.

"Fitz, honestly, some of us have actual work to do! Coulson wanted these reports an hour ago, and if you're going to insist on keeping that monkey here with us-" she pressed on, not wanting to hear his indignant protests of 'his name is Abu!' "-if you're going to keep that monkey here and expect me not to tell anyone, you're going to have to help me with these reports!"

"Fine," Fitz sulked. "I'll just ask Abu. Abu can you be a good little monkey and bring that shiny silver thing to daddy? I'll give you a pretzel!"

The little monkey chattered at him before slowly getting up and ambling along behind Simmons' microscopes.

"Fitz! He's going to contaminate my samples!" Simmons huffed before getting up to get the spanner for him. As soon as her fingers closed around the cool silver metal though, Abu shrieked and launched himself at her, knocking her straight into Fitz and sending them both toppling into the metal box. A brief flash of white light, then darkness.

"Uhhhgghghhbbblub…" Fitz said groggily. He became dimly aware of a weight on his chest, and slowly, slowly managed to prise open one of his eyelids. There was a shapeless blob sitting on his chest, looking back down at him. Beside him he heard someone else stir.

"Whuhuhwee?" it mumbled.

"Huh?" he managed back (he was much too preoccupied with the blob on his chest that was slowly becoming less shapeless).

"Whuh are we?" it tried again.

"Abu!" Fitz exclaimed, jolting backwards. The little monkey chattered at him disapprovingly, the loosened threads of Fitz's favourite jumper still clutched tightly in his adorable little paws.

"Fitz! Where are we?"

He turned around quickly, almost slamming his face right into Simmons'. He blushed, trying to move away, but the lack of space within the box meant there wasn't much room to move.

"Uh, I'm not entirely sure…" he trailed off, looking sheepish. Upon another death glare from Simmons he added "Well, you see, this is a time machine. And it uh- it wasn't quite finished yet. But when we fell in we must have pressed a button or triggered something…"

"What, there's just one button that says 'ooh, press here for 1204, is there'?! You didn't think to build in any failsafes just in case?"

"Well don't look at me! It was you who fell in and probably pressed the button!"

"Because of your monkey!"

"His name is A-"

Before Fitz could finish his sentence, however, the lid to the box swung open to reveal eight figures standing dramatically around them, silhouetted by the blue-ish light.

"Huh." The one closest to them said.

"Gorramit, why are there always so many people in boxes?" a gruff male voice to their left said.

"Well, it's not my box this time." This voice was more eloquent, obviously wealthier and well educated.

"No shootin' though this time! No shooting's always good." A cheery female voice, from somewhere behind the first voice.

"Hey guys, what's going on? Anyone?... Hello?" a voice crackled over the intercom.

As Fitz's eyes adjusted to the sudden influx of light, he noticed the strange shapes of the boxes surrounding them; the futuristic look of the case Smart-Rich-Man was holding, which was emitting the blue glow.

"I don't think we're in 1204," he whispered to an equally bewildered Simmons.

Abu chattered happily, tossing the spanner around.

Every time someone reviews, Fitz receives another monkey! (Well in your imagination he can. I don't think I can work any more monkeys into the storyline, sorry).