Leo Fitz (![]() ![]() @ 2015-01-02 18:06:00 |
![]() |
|||
![]() |
|
![]() |
|
![]() |
Entry tags: | leopold fitz, poppet murray |
Who: Leopold Fitz and OPEN
Where: The Streets of Portland
When: Friday Afternoon
What: The damaged scientist ventures forth
Status: Open/Ongoing
Warnings: Possible talk of Mental Illness
It said something about Fitz's life recently that being sucked through a portal into some sort of parallel universe was not the first thing on his mind. He knew that before the brain damage, he would have been on top of getting out of here, at least collecting important information and data if not figuring it out completely. But now...well, the ideas were still inside his head, but they were so hard to get out, to put words to. He completely understood what anomic aphasia was, and he knew that his intelligence hadn't been the least bit affected. But his confidence had been, and having people stare at him like he was broken had made him feel that way. And then there was... Then there was Simmons. When he'd told her he loved her, he'd never expected that things could go so pear-shaped because of it. They'd been friends for more than a decade and completely inseparable. He'd thought that their friendship could withstand that and more. But apparently, he'd been wrong. And she'd left...left him alone when she needed him most, which was a loss that had hurt him far more than the brain damage ever had. If she'd been there, where she was supposed to be...he would have gotten better faster. But now he'd lost his best friend, and while he knew he was doing better than he had been in the beginning, he knew that without her he'd never be able to get completely better. Without her at least working in the lab with her as his partner, he'd never be who he used to be. If that was even possible anymore. Today, he'd headed out of Skye's house for the first time since he'd been here. He needed to get some supplies for the lab that he was putting together in her basement. While he knew that Skye would be glad to get the things for him that he needed, but it would be so hard to explain all of them that he'd rather do it himself. Knowing Ward was in town was making his heart pound, and was making his hands clammy, but surely he wouldn't have to face him on his first outing. And he'd said he'd avoid him. He hoped that he'd keep that promise. He knew that he wasn't a killer, that he'd never actually kill Ward, but he wanted to. He wanted to so badly that it terrified him. After checking out at the store, he started on his way back towards Skye's house, but stopped halfway, and changed directions, finally coming to a stop at a park along the way. He sat on a bench, putting his bag beside him, and staring out at the landscape. It was both comforting - and not so much - that he wasn't seeing Simmons anymore. The hallucination had been the Simmons he remembered, and the one who'd come out of that med pod was, like him, different. He didn't love her any less, it just made the whole thing a little more frightening. And a little more difficult. And the last thing he needed at this moment was more difficulties. He heard footsteps nearby, and turned around quickly, jumping to his feet and grabbing his bag of supplies. He kept his eyes on the ground, hoping not to make eye contact in the fear that someone would make him talk. He wasn't very good at that right now, and he didn't feel like making a fool of himself after using so much effort to go out and do things in the first place. But his weak hand was shaking, and the bag of supplies clattered to the ground. "Oh, bloody hell!" he cried in frustration, running a hand through his hair as he fell to his knees to pick the things up. |