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With the company of a certain demigod in the background, Fitz worked on tightening the final screws to his latest project. He had offered his assistance to Ginny almost a week ago; promising her new technology for personal defense. She had accepted happily enough, leaving Leo awash in a series of projects he needed to complete within the week. Not that he was complaining; it was nice to feel needed, and his work was starting to show signs of more progress. Lifting up the simple bracelet, Fitz checked the overall construction of the piece. It was designed to be unnoticeable, but something Ginny could remember to wear whenever she felt like it. If she was to cover two specific sensors, it would project a small energy field around her. From what he programmed into it, the bracelet was perfect for protecting Ginny from anything that may be trying to get at her while alerting any agents of her location. It was simple, yet effective. 

After placing the band back down on the table, Fitz spun in his stool and looked at Loki happily. "Peter should be here any minute, I jus' wanted ta thank ya again for helpin' us with this problem. When he asked for help, I jus' couldn't stop thinkin' of the time he came ta visit me at the hospital. Peter's a good guy, an' I think ya may like him. I'm jus' sorry that ya have ta be Lugh ta do the most good." Feeling his smile slip down by the end, Fitz gave himself a quick shake and tried to resume his earlier cheer. 

Oh, thank you for that correction! I’ll update the Previously On now.

That day was especially hard for Fitz. He was asked to look into cloaking technology a person could wear for infiltrating a base; but he had run into numerous holes in the thought process. With his brain one step behind him at all times, Leo felt like he was straining against some glass wall while seeing through to the other side. He knew he should have more ideas, but nothing was coming to mind as he picked up and replaced objects on his workbench. After having such an emotional heart-to-heart with Skye the other night, he knew things weren't alright in his mind; but there was no way he would tell that to anyone else especially Jemma. So instead he tried to just plug along and attempt to force ideas to come to mind. The team didn't need to worry any more than they already were. 

Jemma was sitting on a stool, legs neatly crossed beneath her, staring at the image projected on the hologram. The three-dimensional model was a device Leo had designed a while ago, and though her specialty was in biochemistry opposed to engineering, she was still interested in studying how it worked. The more she knew, about his field as well as hers, increased the odds of her making the correct call while they were out in the field, and that was something she would strive towards regardless of what difficulties she had experienced lately.

Stepping out of the cab, Fitz nodded his appreciation to the driver and shoved his hands into his pockets. He wasn't used to the going around without a friend . . . or a specific designation in mind. But the lab was getting more stifling than enlightening, and he needed to find a way to deal with the latest problem in his health. What the hell was he going to do now that the doctors actually explained his recovery? It wasn't as if there was a way to ward off the inevitable. And even if he could, how long would it take before the problem came back?