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Oct. 31st, 2014 03:16 pmHe's damaged goods now and everyone knows it. Just walking through the lab full of scientists, Fitz can feel how invisible he is to everyone. They're either not paying attention to him because he doesn't matter anymore, because he's about as valuable to all of this as an old boot, or they're trying not to look at him because they're trying not to look at him like a freak.
He's not sure which is worse.
Fitz, everyone here knows how valuable you are to the team.
Simmons insists things are still the same. He's sure they're not. Her talking to him like this is evidence of that.
He gets up from his desk and she follows, through the lab, like a ghost. This isn't their lab, it's a lab. He feels useless, extraneous, and despite what people keep telling him, Fitz is convinced that any day now, they're going to relocate him to some other facility, out of the way. He's no good here.
Perhaps they need our assistance if they're looking for a way to neutralize Creel's ability, Simmons says, and it's a good point, he can't help but think. Especially because--
"No one has our experience with gifteds," he says, because he and Simmons have been looking into them, researching them for ages now. Or rather, they had been. But--
Of course we can't just hijack the project from them. That would shatter their confidence,
"Do not want to do that...Or, do we?"
But it's a silly idea, he hasn't got anything to contribute here. And even if he did, it's not as if they're keen on coming to him for his experience on the matter. Experience which is quite vast, mind you.
Fitz starts to stretch with a sigh, when something sitting in one of the printers in the lab catches his eye.
Look, there's a packet of research they just left laying about willy nilly for anyone to see, Simmons says, and of course she's seen it first. She always seems to notice these things before he does.
"It's Creel's DNA results." It's a logical test to have run, but it's going to take them ages to work this out, unless--
Interesting, shall we see what we can do with these?
He's ahead of her this time, and Fitz is already removing the results from the printer and holding them close before she's finished speaking.
"Yes we shall, Simmons. Yes we shall," he says, and he turns to head back to his desk, this time almost thankful that no one's paying him any attention or will notice that he's the one who's taken the print-out.
Only when Fitz turns, there's a train coming right at him and he can't move.
"Simmons... why is there a train in the lab?"
He's not sure which is worse.
Fitz, everyone here knows how valuable you are to the team.
Simmons insists things are still the same. He's sure they're not. Her talking to him like this is evidence of that.
He gets up from his desk and she follows, through the lab, like a ghost. This isn't their lab, it's a lab. He feels useless, extraneous, and despite what people keep telling him, Fitz is convinced that any day now, they're going to relocate him to some other facility, out of the way. He's no good here.
Perhaps they need our assistance if they're looking for a way to neutralize Creel's ability, Simmons says, and it's a good point, he can't help but think. Especially because--
"No one has our experience with gifteds," he says, because he and Simmons have been looking into them, researching them for ages now. Or rather, they had been. But--
Of course we can't just hijack the project from them. That would shatter their confidence,
"Do not want to do that...Or, do we?"
But it's a silly idea, he hasn't got anything to contribute here. And even if he did, it's not as if they're keen on coming to him for his experience on the matter. Experience which is quite vast, mind you.
Fitz starts to stretch with a sigh, when something sitting in one of the printers in the lab catches his eye.
Look, there's a packet of research they just left laying about willy nilly for anyone to see, Simmons says, and of course she's seen it first. She always seems to notice these things before he does.
"It's Creel's DNA results." It's a logical test to have run, but it's going to take them ages to work this out, unless--
Interesting, shall we see what we can do with these?
He's ahead of her this time, and Fitz is already removing the results from the printer and holding them close before she's finished speaking.
"Yes we shall, Simmons. Yes we shall," he says, and he turns to head back to his desk, this time almost thankful that no one's paying him any attention or will notice that he's the one who's taken the print-out.
Only when Fitz turns, there's a train coming right at him and he can't move.
"Simmons... why is there a train in the lab?"
