Part 2 - Cosplay
After an hour of back and forth between the trio, trying to figure out costumes for Fitzsimmons, it was finally decided that Jemma would be Amy Pond and Fitz would be Rory, on the condition that he got to be the Centurion variety. Jemma had joked that they should have a Tardis follow them around, and Fitz made a mental note to surprise her with that. Being the Doctor caused too much friction between the pair; because they both wanted to be the Doctor so bad. So, they decided neither of them could be the character and left it at that.
After the decision was reached, Skye helped them pick out some patterns. They asked Mack to roll in on of the smaller training dummies to use are a mannequin.
“Jemma, you should really be good at this, you’ve sewn up quite a few bodies,” Skye said, instructing her to sew a chalked line on a piece of fabric.
Jemma threaded the needle with ease, and had no problem with the knot. However, once she placed the needle on the fabric, things didn’t go smoothly. In fact, Jemma was terrible at sewing.
Skye stared in disbelief at Jemma’s ragged lines and twisted thread. How could something like that even be possible she wondered.
“I am so glad you didn’t sew me up like this,” Skye said, her hand brushed along an imaginary line on her stomach where she had once been shot. No gnarly scar there. She snatched the needle out of Jemma’s hands and put her out of her misery.
“Fabric is a completely different texture and weight then human skin,” Jemma said defensively. She wasn’t used to not being good at something, and bitterly sat down.
Skye rolled her eyes. It was a poor excuse. She crossed the floor to Fitz and held out the threaded needle.
“Your turn Fitz,” Skye said.
“What?” Fitz replied, looking up from the television screen where he was playing Halo with Mack.
“You better go Turbo, you have annoyed these girls too much already. Hell knows what you would be in for if you didn’t at least give it a try,” Mack reasoned, having heard about how difficult it was to get Fitz on board with this. To further encourage Fitz, Mack promptly shot Fitz’ character in the head. Sighing, Fitz shoved the controller off his lap and resigned to defeat. He shimmied off the couch, took the needle from Skye’s outstretched hand, and huffed on his way over to the makeshift mannequin.
With ease, Fitz displayed graceful and steady hands, sewing the spot Skye had designated. Jemma and Skye were impressed, and exchanged surprised looks with mouth’s agape.
“When did you learn to sew so well, Fitz?” Jemma asked, looked closely at his neat stitches.
She was a tad ashamed of her own inability to do such a simple task. Always striving for positivity, she shrugged it off. There were a lot of things she was much better at then every one else.
“My mum taught me because I ripped too many holes in my pants as a boy and she didn’t want to patch them up anymore,” Fitz shrugged.
Skye patted him on the shoulder.
“We found your job… Jemma, we’ll have to find something else for you to do,” Skye stated.
Jemma smiled deviously.
“I know what to do.”
Jemma moved over to the couch and picked up the controller Fitz had ditched.
“Alright, Mack, you’ve got a new video game partner for the next couple of weeks.” Jemma said cheerfully.
Mack nodded.
“Have you played this before?” he asked.
“Of course I can! No body tea bags better than the British!” she laughed.
“That’s debatable… remember the Boston Tea Party?” Skye called through clenched teeth. There was a strip of fabric hanging from her mouth as Fitz began taking over.
Over the next few weeks, Fitz became completely embroiled in making the costumes. It got to the point where he would yell at Skye if she even touched a pin. On the side, he was also building a working (well not traveling through time and space) Tardis. Jemma was unaware that he was building this, but wondered what he was doing with his spare time outside of the costume making.
In fact, Fitz got so wrapped up in the project that he wouldn’t let Jemma look at the costumes when they were near completion. He blindfolded her so he could fit it on her properly and make any adjustments. He even put the bright red wig on her head for full effect. It was two days before the comic convention.
“I am a genius,” he proclaimed.
“Well, with a Ph.D in engineering I’d hope so,” Skye said form across the room. She was blindfolded too, as Fitz had made her Captain America outfit as well and wouldn’t let her see it either. Skye had tried, and failed to convince Coulson to let her borrow his exact replica of the shield, but he did let her borrow a prototype that Peggy Carter had left in the basement, on the condition that she didn’t damage it at all. It didn’t even have a coat of paint on it. Fitz was enamored by the vibranium, it wasn’t a metal he ever really got to work with, or for that matter see.
Jemma ran some tests on the vibranium to see what the metal was exactly made of, she wondered if she could figure out it’s metallurgic properties to scan parts of the world that might have the precious metal outside of Wakanda. She highly doubted it, but it was a fun little project to undertake.
When the day of the con rolled around, the trio lucked out that they were free for the day, and woke up early to get prepped. When the girls put on their costumes, it was the first time they were seeing them completed. And they were amazed by Fitz’ handiwork. Who knew he was quite the tailor?
“This is unbelievable Fitz!” Jemma said, twirling around as the kiss-o-gram Amy Pond. She remarked that she felt she had just walked off the television set. The black and white police uniform was spot on to the one Amy wears. It was wholly impressive.
Skye was in love with the Captain America outfit. Not two seconds after having it on, she called Coulson to come over. Like a proud father, Coulson snapped pictures and gushed over the accomplishment. He even texted one to Maria Hill, asking her if she could show it to Steve Rogers for him. Maria promised she would show Steve, because, Steve still thought/believed Coulson was shanked to death from Loki. Coulson even let Skye takes pictures with his replica.
Before heading out, Fitz made the big reveal. He whipped out his phone, pressed a button, and rolling outside of its secret spot was the Tardis. Coulson, in on the surprise, filmed the reaction.
“Happy birthday, Jemma!” Fitz said brightly.
Jemma didn’t know what to say. She just ran over to it, running her hands over the wood, the fresh smell of paint meeting her. She placed a hand on the door hand leaned pushed gently, opening the Tardis door inward. Giggling, Jemma stepped inside.
“It’s not really bigger on the inside, just a holographic cloaking device to give the appearance of such,” Fitz explained.
Jemma closed the door after herself and her muffled laughing could be heard from the outside. With the door closed, the interior of the Tardis, although cramped, was lit up to look just like console room.
“This is amazing, Fitz!” she called, still in the box. A moment later she stepped out, rand dashed over to Fitz, giving him another massive hug.
“I can’t believe you did this all for me,” she exclaimed.
“Well, I hate to admit this but I actually enjoyed doing this work, and look how cool we all look. Now, let’s get going, we’ve got a long day ahead,” Fitz wrapped his arms around Jemma in return. Amy and Rory.
The convention was like candy land for the trio. With the Tardis trailing behind Jemma and Fitz and Skye leading the way, they became an attraction themselves. Jemma basked in the attention as attendees stopped to take pictures. Skye went off to go and find some collector’s thing for Coulson (Captain America related of course) leaving Jemma and Fitz to do as they pleased. Jemma and Fitz hung around the BBC booth for a while before getting something to eat and sitting outside in the shade for a bit.
They were approached by a photographer who offered to do a photo shoot with them, citing that their costumes were too good to pass on the opportunity. At first, Jemma and Fitz just stood next to the Tardis and smiled, much to the dismay of the photographer. She was nice, and just looking to test out her photography skills and thought this Amy and Rory duo would be the perfect setting. Plus, they had their own Tardis.
“You are Amy and Rory Pond, for Christ’s sake! Act like it, have some fun!” She called out. Fitz and Jemma shared a nervous glance and stepped towards each other.
Jemma was the first to act, she planted a kiss right on Fitz’ cheek, and then stole his sword. Fitz chased her around the Tardis and finally caught up to her, nearly tackling her to ground. The photographer was cheering in the background, but Jemma and Fitz were having too much fun to notice. Fitz held her in his arms for an extended period of time, not wanting to let go.
“I waited. Two thousand years. I waited for you!” he laughed quietly to Jemma.
In the heat of the moment, Jemma twisted around in his arms to face him, and without thinking kissed him. Jemma’s kiss shocked Fitz to a point where he nearly dropped her, but instead he pulled through and dipped her for the romantic effect. With the photographer snapping pictures away happily, and dressed as some of their favorite characters in front of a Tardis… it was too perfect to imagine.