Sometimes things are more magical than you know ~ Agents of SHIELD #wattys2015

T.A.H.I.T.I (64)

"So, let me get this straight. Quinn shot me because the Clairvoyant commanded him to, and now I'm dying, and I'm also having an 'out of your body' experience, with you as my guide, the Norse goddess of life. And it is up to me-"
"Which way you'll choose. Exactly."
Sanchez had explained everything to Skye. Well... Almost everything. The part that she would forget everything Sanchez had told her, after she would have made her choice... Sanchez had forgotten to tell that. Sort of.
"Your future... I'm not gonna lie to you. It's kinda messed up. You're going to be betrayed, you will be hurt, you're going to find what you're looking for, and nothing will ever be the same again."
"It can't be worse then I had imagined," Skye said. Sanchez grinned her creepy grin.
"Believe me sweetheart. It is. That's why I'm giving you the choice. If had been up to the people upstairs, they wouldn't have let you. They would have dropped you in the middle of it, without you even knowing. But we're gonna start by the first part."
"And that is?"
"Betrayal."
"Excuse me?"
Sanchez clapped in her hands, and they weren't in the plane anymore. They were in a waiting room, where Fitzsimmons, Coulson, May, and Ward were waiting on... Something.
"Where are they waiting for?" Skye asked.
"News about you. You're in the OR, doctors are trying to get the bullets out of your stummick."
"Why didn't I stop her?" Fitz said to himself. "I could have-"
"As if you could stop Skye from doing anything she has set up her mind to," Simmons said.
"I should have done at least something. What was I thinking?"
"It is not your fault," Ward said. "She shouldn't have been there. I'm here S.O. It's on me."
"And this is the interesting part," Sanchez said. "The way he's acting... Nothing more then lies."
"My body is dying in an operation room. Ward is just being worried, just like the others."
Sanchez rose an eyebrow. "You think, sweetheart?"
They had left the waiting room. They were now in a sort of bunker. A very modern one, actually.
"You should go to the living room. It's kind of funny."
Sanchez pointed Skye in a certain direction.
"Come'on. You definitely want to see this."
"And you aren't coming?"
Sanchez made a face.
"Uhm... It might be better if you're gonna see this for yourself."
Skye went in the direction were Sanchez had pointed her too. She came back within five minutes.
"How is it possible that-"
"I'm still not quite sure if he's faking this or not. But you should see the store room."
"But-"
"Shut your mouth and come with me. There are some more things you need to know," Sanchez said.

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"He deserves to die. Not her."
May had been beating Quinn up like hell, and Coulson couldn't blame her. But first, there was something else he had to talk about with her.
"Before you go back to piloting the plane, there's something we need to talk about. Upstairs."
They went to his office, and Coulson closed the door behind them.
"Did you know that-"
"Sanchez is back? Yes, I do."
"That doesn't surprise me at all."
"But something tells me you aren't happy about it."
Coulson was silent for a while. Damn. May knew him better then he knew himself.
"She was there. All the time."
"Where?"
"At the compound. She was there, seeing how Skye bled to death, doing nothing. But that isn't the thing what concerns me mostly."
"It isn't?" May asked. She hadn't expect this reaction from him.
"When I came back to my office, she was here, and we had an argument. She also said..."
He sighed.
"It would be better if Skye died. It would make everything a lot easier. That's what she said."
"Where ever Skye goes-"
"Dead follows. I know," Coulson replied. "That's why I don't like this situation at all."
"Phil," May said. "I know that somewhere, you're blaming Sanchez. I know you too well for that. But she also has the burden to know everything what is gonna happen to every single one of us. What if she means that dead would only be a help for her?"
"It would be her own choice to make," Coulson said. "But anyway-"
"May, can you come to the cockpit?" Ward's voice sounded over the intercom. "We might have a problem."

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"So, Ward is gonna betray every single on of us, Garrett turns out to be the clairvoyant, but we're gonna catch them anyway. That's actually pretty good, right?"
They were walking through a SHIELD base, which Sanchez had introduced to her as  'The Playground.'
"It's how you want it to be," Sanchez replied. "But have I told you about the Fitzsimmons incident?"
"No, you haven't."
While Sanchez told Skye about what had happend to Fitzsimmons, her mouth fell wide open.
"O my god... That is... That is..."
"Horrible? Poor Fitz horrible? Yeah, I know girl. But it's going to happen anyway, doesn't matter which choice you gonna make."
"Choice? But-"
"For the so maniest time. It's all up to you, if you choose to live or to die."
Skye gave no response. They went into one of the offices. Sanchez pressed some buttons on a keyboard, and a wall appeared.
"What the-"
"You're seeing the cravings on this wall? Remember them."
"Who made this?"
"Coulson. He'll go a bit coo-coo later. Fury's fault."
"Why-"
"Because of the illigal resurrection of course! And I've told you before, I'm the one who talks. You are the one who listens."
The surroundings changed again. Now, they could look into a car. A man was driving, while a woman and another man were sitting in the back. The woman was in a lot of pain, and she had something in her hand what seemed to turn her hand into stone.
"You're seeing that thing in her hand? That bloody thing is going to ruin her life, your life, and the life from a lot of others."
They were back into the Playground.
"For now, the rest isn't that important. You're gonna have personal issues, you're gonna be betrayed, again, but we're also having the fun part now. And now you may ask-"
"What's it?"
Sanchez grinned.
"Your dad."

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"Quinn shot Skye, for nothing. The place we're going, the doctors who threated you, they don't exist."
Coulson was holding a briefing with May and Simmons in his office. Their situation wasn't looking good. At all.
"Maybe they exist somewhere else," Coulson said. "This is SHIELD. There are always secrets."
"That's my fear, sir," Simmons said. "Your file is filled with secrets. Experimental drugs, surgical procedures we have never heard of. Frequently, Fitz and I only understand seventy precent of what's in here."
"Even if we do find where they threated you, and we are able to replicate the procedure, there is the other obvious question," May said.
"Which is?"
"Whether we should," Simmons said. "What you'd experienced, sir... Even if this file is specially accurate-"
"I'm not suggesting that we should submit Skye to everything where I went through, but if there is something in here, a drug, a threatment that can save her... We need to find it. Figure it out."
"Yes sir," Simmons replied.
"You disagree," Coulson said to May when Simmons had left the room.
"No... I think we need to do everything humanily possible to safe Skye. But we need to acknowledge that doing so, might give the clairvoyant exactly what he wants."
"That is a risk we have to take."

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Skye had asked Sanchez to send her back to the bus for a while. She needed time to think about her horrible future. Past. Whatever.
Ward would betray her and everyone else on the team, her dad was a psycho, her mother was cut to pieces by a hydra psycho because of a certain gift she had, and Coulson would go nuts.
That was... Great. Fantastic. Horrible. Frightening.
"If you could only hear me," she sighed.
Her body was so... Pale. God. She was dying. Simmons and someone else she didn't know were watching over her.
"You guys go back a ways?"
"Not really," Simmons replied. "A few months. We have nothing in common. Couldn't be more diffrent."
"But you can't imagine a life without her."
It hurt Skye, seeing her friend like this, all worried because of her.
Sanchez had told her the choice was up to her. If she choose to live, she would have the beautiful future of meeting her psycho father. But if she took the other way... She would have nothing more then rest.
"A bit sad making, isn't it?"
Sanchez stood next to her.
"Come'on. I have one last thing to show you. Then it's time to make up your mind."