Author's Note: Here's the first part of the sequel! Thank you to everyone who left reviews for 'Simmons' Secret', it was great to get such wonderful feedback!

Disclaimer: I do not own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., I wish I did.

Fitz had gotten up early that morning, even earlier than Simmons, he wanted to be able to talk to Ward and figured that the only time he could have a private word with his fellow agent without looking suspicious was when Ward came down for his morning workout breakfast. Knowing Simmons for so long had it's advantages, he knew she wouldn't be down in the lab (and in view of where Ward did his workout) until after she had eaten breakfast.

He just sat there tinkering on his new prototype for a new weapon (the name was still in the works) when Ward came down at 8:30 for his workout.

'So predictable,' thought Fitz.

"Fitz, what're you doing down here? You're usually not up for another half hour."

He was right. Fitz hated mornings, he much preferred getting up a little later and then staying up until the wee hours of the morning working. 'Just another way to prove I love her, I would never willingly be up this early for anyone else.'

"Well, I actually needed to talk with you... Well, um, more like ask for help." Fitz shifted from foot to foot nervously.

Now that was suprising. What problem could Fitz possibly have that he could possibly help with?

"Alright, shoot."

If anything, Fitz began to look more nervous. He continued shifting from foot to foot and was now stuttering and mumbling to the point where Ward could not for the life of him figure out what Fitz was saying.

"Look, if you're not going to tell me, then let me get back to my workout."

"I screwed up with Jemma," he whispered.

"What?" Ward wasn't sure he had caught that right.

"I said, 'I screwed up with Jemma,'" Fitz repeated only a little louder.

"What, she find out about the sandwich?"

Fitz winced at that, it was one of the few times in the years he had known Jemma that he had lied to her and even though it was only a little white lie to spare her feelings, Fitz still felt guilty about it.

Ward had noticed the wince. Had him throwing that sandwich really gotten Fitz into that much trouble?

"Look, I can straighten it out with Simmons, I'll explain the situation and explain how I was the one who threw it away, not you and everything will be fine." He usually wouldn't get in the middle of situations like this, but he had been the one to throw the sandwich and even though it had been a life or death situation, if it got his friend into the dog house with Simmons he felt bad (not that he would ever admit it).

"It's not about the sandwich."

"Well then what is it about?!"

"Shh... Will you quiet down? Do you want to alert the whole bloody plane?" Fitz checked the doorway to make sure no one heard Ward's outburst.

"Look, I overheard Skye and Jemma talking the other night-"

"You eavesdropped on them."

"I was coming up the stairs from the lab. I stopped when I heard my name."

"And you listened in to see what they were saying."

"No! Yes... Look, that's beside the point."

"Then can you get to the point sometime today?"

"Jemma said that when she was falling, all she could think about was me." Fitz looked at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world. He could feel his ears getting hot.

"She said, and I quote, 'I've heard people say that your life flashes before your eyes when you're about to die, but all I could think about was him.'" Hearing her say that had made him blush and now just remembering her words was making his face red all over again.

"And that's a bad thing?"

"No, it's what she said next that's the bad part." Fitz looked down and closed his eyes.

"She thinks she's not good enough for me," he whispered.

"What?!"

"She thinks she's not good enough for me! She thinks I only see her as a friend, thinks that I could never see her as more than a friend, thinks she's not pretty enough for me even though I think she's beautiful-"

"Woah, woah Fitz, slow down!"

"Slow down? Slow down! I made the woman I love more than anything in this world feel no better'n dirt an' you want me to slow down?" Ward could tell that Fitz was getting more upset as his Scottish accent got thicker and his voice got rougher.

"Look, I'm just saying that I can't help you if you don't speak slow enough so I can understand you."

Suddenly, both men heard movement around the staircase.

"Come on." Ward whispered.

"What?" Fitz looked confused.

"My guess is that's Simmon's coming down, so unless you want her to hear this conversation, I suggest you come with me."

AN: I was originally just going to make this a oneshot like 'Simmons' Secret', but decided I'd like to get some feed back before deciding whre to go next with the story. So, if anyone has any ideas how Fitz should fix things with Jemma, send a review! If I like the idea, I'll gladly use it and give credit to the reviewer! Thanks again for reading, now just go down to that little box at the bottom of the page, and leave your mark!