#mickey fitz

@mickeyfiitz

she wasn’t sure if she was welcome. she wasn’t sure if he’d even want to see her. but Sebastian told her where they were, and Nathalie sure wasn’t going to be welcoming her into the fold with open arms any time soon, and... and they’d lost the egg as far as she could tell -- which they might not have if they had another driver and hacker on the case -- but they did. and no matter how she sliced it, every step of the way, Athena felt as though she were the one to blame. she chose Mickey, but didn’t find him, didn’t get to him, practically made things worse with her dumb birthday/Christmas gift. she didn’t choose the egg and pissed off her mastermind and deprived them all of resources... she was falling apart. she had messed up. and now she was worried the only thing vaguely resembling a maternal figure she had left was going to turn her back on her.

bad day in all.

her feet carried her all the way to the floor he was staying on, but she stopped outside, in the waiting room. what was she doing here? there was no one else from her crew around... it would just be the Vincents. and what did she even have to say to him? she came all the way here, so she might as well peek to see how he’s doing generally, but... well there was no reason he had to know she’d come, right?

“excuse me?” she turned to a nurse who was passing. “i’m looking for a man who must’ve been recently admitted? Mickey Fitz?” please don’t be using an alias.

“Michael?” the nurse scanned her over -- all sympathetic warmth and tender care -- and likely deemed her trustworthy... and suitably worried from the look in her eyes. “you poor dear. must’ve had a bit of a scare there with him. it’s not the worst i‘ve seen around here though. not by a mile. c’mon... i’ll bring you to him.”

as she walked, she just kept repeating to herself, just a peek in, then make an excuse. see him breathing and walk away. but that was shattered when the nurse, well-meaning though she was, burst into the room with a cheery smile, all but leading her in, careful in case Mickey were sleeping. “now don’t be any trouble now! he’s meant to be resting, and you can’t crowd him. but why don’t you sit down right on over here,” she gestured to a chair, “and stay as long as you’d like, we believe friends and family help the healing process here, so our visiting hours are 24/7. let us know if you need a cot, yeah?” a cot?! as in i’m sleeping here? but before the shock could wear off and Athena could protest, the nurse was gone, and she was alone in the room with Mickey.

“gave the team a scare there, Fitz...” she mumbled, glancing at him with the closest she could come to an unaffected facade.

a e s t h e t i c : owldog || owl goddess + the dog lord

Putting down her phone, she felt a pulse of pain behind her eyes. So he was scaling the fucking building?! Christ, did he know how to do anything without being the most extra person she’d ever met? Athena rubbed at the bridge of her nose and sighed as she flicked the lights on in her living room and hurried to the windows. 

She pushed up at the window sash and was immediately greeted with the cool night air. Already a headache was building up behind her eyes and Mickey hadn’t even arrived yet. Still, after waiting a few minutes, she called out tentatively, “Mickey? For fuck’s sake, Fitz, don’t die. I’ll never be able to explain it.” 

She collapsed into the couch by the windows, laying down to face the opening, waiting for him to crawl through. Eventually though, the waiting and her own concern (much as she would deny its existence) overwhelmed her, and she closed her eyes to press her fingers to her temples. She’d been through enough today. Mickey Fitz’s death was something that she could most certainly do without.

Daddy. That was the word that smacked her in the face, the one she stared at with dark eyes long after its owner had sauntered away leaving Athena Gañero with a fucking pulse writhing in her guts, heating her through. One glass of whiskey... hell, FIVE glasses of whiskey couldn’t do this to her... but one short dance later, and she felt her insides go all to shit. If I try to stand, and my legs are jelly, I’m never going to forgive myself.

It hadn’t even been focused on her! It couldn’t have been less about her than if she’d been absent from the bachelorette party all together. He’d danced with all the women, spun his special charm on all of them, so why did Athena still feel so fucking special? Why am I still having trouble catching my breath?

Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes found her outside the dressing room as the night wound down, waiting for him to come out, waiting ( pathetically, her mind screamed ) with a scrap of gray cloth in her hands. Her eyes were inscrutable, and she couldn’t even get a read on her own emotions. Irritation and anger at him for presuming so much [ or making her feel in such a way]? Arousal for obvious reasons? The sneaking thread of flattered pleasure that she was the one with the article of clothing in her hands? Disappointment because that was all he’d really taken off? Fuck emotions. Stupid fucking heart.

This was why she was a headcase, why she thought everything through, so she would never have to feel so off-kilter! But if anyone was naturally gifted at knocking her off her axis, it was Mickey Fucking Fitz.

The door opened without her expecting it, and she blinked at him for a moment as if into a bright light. The uncertainty of what she was doing there appearing on her face for a moment, and the urge to turn and run made the soles of her feet itch. But the moment was gone in a flash, and she shot him her signature half-smile, half-smirk, her eyes still dark. “I think you dropped something, Magic Mike.” 

Athena pulled her hair into a high ponytail, scrubbing sleep from her eyes. She’d just gotten up from a brief afternoon nap when she got Mickey’s text. At first, she was irritated, but the idiot had managed to stumble on yet another piece to the convoluted puzzle they were forced to put together. And he needed a Lyft. She rolled her eyes so hard, she almost fell back asleep.

But now, there she was, leaning against her car, hearing her stomach rumble, and waiting for the trademark fratboy to grace her with his presence. She almost wanted to demand that he find someone else, but that was the most frustrating part of this. Everything was above board. He was asking her because he found a thing and she was a driver and there was no reason why he shouldn’t ask her if they were professionals... So why did Athena have a nagging feeling this had nothing to do with professionalism?

the icebreaker job pt. ii || closed to @mickeyfiitz​

It had just taken a voice on the comms, the panicked inhale from the combined personnel of three crews, and the feeling of being robbed of something you didn’t even know was yours to begin with. Jana had never been hers. Hell, Jana had been more of a tolerable pain - like the ache of a well-worked muscle - than a steady friend... But this was still their crew, and even if you fought with them sometimes, even if they weren’t your favorite person in the world, members of the crew were still family. No one was allowed to fuck with Athena Gañero’s family.

In the space between one breath and the next, she was trying her best to run in her heels back into the palace, find someone who can reassure her that somehow this is part of the mastermind’s plan or that they’ve already located Jana or that the people responsible were paying through the nose. All she got was panicked calls of the same name over and over again along with strings of expletives.

Jana? Fuck. Shit. Jana! Answer us, dammit! JANA!

It was something to do, she supposed. Only halfway through her mad dash did she realize that one of the voices contributing to the melée was hers, and she had been hissing the linguist’s name too.

In the darkness and the midst of her panic, Athena rounded a corner and accidentally tackled a man, landing on his body with an oomph. “Oh no. I’m so sorry.” She said, trying to make out a face in the low light.

When Katya left and with Maisie distracted with her own car, Athena looked at the abandoned glass filled with cocktail with a bit of an aggrieved glare. “Stupid bartending pup.” She grumbled before draining the whole thing in one go. If anyone asked what she was doing in the mansion, she could say that a guest wandered out and wanted their dirty and empty glass taken care of. Shame that Maisie had decided to trash her own. Two glasses were better than one, after all.

In little time at all - of course, Athena had memorized the house’s layout - she found herself in the area where the bar was. Avoiding Nathalie and Aiden, she went over to Mickey’s side of the bar and plonked the glass down, her gaze icy. “Found out from one of your crew members that I missed your birthday. ‘Pparently you had a whole party with an announcement and whatnot. Anyway, figured if I didn’t get you anything, I’d never live it down. So, better late than never.” She dug a small box out of her pocket and slid it across the table to him, her tone and facial expression slightly apathetic. “Happy birthday. Also, for repayment for the bracelet.”