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

FZZT (29)

Good *******. That season premier, omyfreakinggoshh. MY POOR BABY FITZ - I'm a shipper ehehehehe - . And Ward, and just AAAAAAAAAAAAAH. WHEDON, YOU DID IT AGAIN MY EVIL WRITER FRIEND DIRECTOR STUFF THING.

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Okay, that was my fangirling part, mes amis. Now we go serious. To start: WHY AM I JUST AT FZZT? I'm having sooooo much inspiration for the season two part. Second: Everything I'll write from new on will include the line - sort of- from season two ofcourse. Just following the guide lines Whedon and his partner in crime will give me.
And to talk about FZZT right now... I hope you love it :)
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As usual, Sanchez had been minutes before the others at the crime scene. The death body was flying in the sky.
Yegh. This day had not started well, and it wouldn't end like something good too, in most of the way.
She was doubting. Doubting about a lot.
In exactly five minutes, the others would reach the place with the death body, and every single move of her would affect the future.
Some things were necessary to happen. Some things weren't. And it was the art, to let everything perfectly fit.
"So sad a man had to die like this."
Fitzsimmons had reached the location, followed by the others.
"Sanchez, how is it possible that you're always faster then us?" Fitz asked. He got a grin as response.
"You just need to be fast, Fitz," she said. "But enough talking. When we're back on the bus, Simmons needs to examinate the body."
"Any idea what could cause an effect like this?" Coulson asked. Sanchez moved her lips a bit.
"At first, I would think about a assassination by a witch coven. I've seen assassination's like that before. Because of the mark on the victim's head, I leave that thought behind."
"Fitzsimmons?" Coulson asked.
"There's the soliton hypothesis-"
"Well, okay, judging by the horizontal... "
"Perhaps nanobatteries..."
"...electrical discharge could be... "
Coulson made a sign with his hands.
"Time. Let's try again. Any idea what could cause an effect like this?"
"Hell if I know," Simmons responded.
"Uh, no. No clue," Fitz answered.
"At least, one thing is clear," Sanchez said. "It's nothing supernatural."
"That's good," Coulson said.
"Maybe a new high-tech weapon?" Ward insisted.
"Or someone from the index?" Skye asked.
"Didn't you hear my 'no supernatural stuff' part?" Sanchez nodded.
"We need to make sure that this can't happen again," Coulson said.
Fitzsimmons started a talk were even Sanchez couldn't get wiser from. When Simmons approached  the body, Sanchez could see it gave her a electric spark.
She swallowed. This was just the beginning, and she was the only one who knew.
The body fell down on the ground.
"Freaky," Fitz said.
"Freaky."

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"You found something on Cross?" Coulson asked to Skye.
"Many things, actually. But... You already knew that. Thanks to my fancy SHIELD house arrest guismo, tracking my every key swipe, my online activity, my closterole... I wish I had him in an other color, and that he came off..."
Ward and Coulson gave her a look.
"The victim," Ward said.
"Adam Cross, single, no kids, originally from Eerie, Pennsylvania, not far from here."
"Been there," Coulson nodded. "They have a nice little strawberry festival in the Spring."
Both Skye and Ward gave him a look. He went further.
"Occupation?"
"Phys-Ed teacher at the local high school and varsity baseball coach and troop leader and volunteer firefighter. This guy makes Captain America look like "The Dude," Skye grinned.
It took her a few seconds to see that they had no clue where she was talking about.
"The Big Lebowski?"
No response.
"Seriously?"
"What about a criminal record?" Ward asked her. "Restraining order. Something that might give us a suspect."
"Nada. Not even a parking ticket. I skinned all his posts, links to his pages, hoping for crazy acts, or a super power stalker. It's clean."
"Everybody looks clean on their first go-round."
"Ward's right," Coulson responded. "We're missing something. Digg deeper."
Without saying something, Skye left the room. But Coulson could see a gilmpse of sorrow on her face.
"You've been pretty tough on her," he said to Ward.
"She lied to us," he answered. "Contacted the rising tide when we where on a mission. If she wants our trust back, she's got to earn it."
"The back ground she ran on Cross is a good start. Put it up on the server. I want May to have a look when she's done with her interrogation."

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She could feel how every muscle in her body froze.
Oh no. Not now.
Ah lab. Not the lab on the bus. Just a lab. Not a regulary one, a SHIELD one.
Fitz, working behind a desk. His hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah Simmons, I... uh... uh... know it. I'm almost there."
She shook her head to get rid of the view.
"You were thinking about something?" Simmons asked.
"No, it's nothing," Sanchez replied. "I just don't understand why Fitz is scared from a death body."
"She left his liver next to my lunch!" Fitz shouted from the other side of the doors. As soon as they had brought the body into the lab, he had left.
"Come, tell me about what you know from the victim," she smiled softly.
Fitz would come into trouble.
Maybe not trouble.
Or maybe.
Fitz stuttering and no Simmons?
"Ofcourse," Simmons answered.
The door went open, and Coulson came in.
"Ah, sir. Excellent timing," she said. "I've been analising internal images of the victims brain-"
"What's Fitz doing out there?" Coulson asked.
It was hard for Sanchez not to grin. The interaction between the two scientists... It was so much fun sometimes.
"He... detected a strange energy about the body," Simmons replied.
Sanchez gigled.
"He's scared, Simmons. You can just say that."
"It's the smell!" Fitz shouted back.
"But there's no shame in it, Fitz! It's perfectly natural to be afraid."
"No, the only thing I'm afraid of is putried became flesh corrupting my prestean work-space. Do you remember the last time you brought a dead thing into the lab?"
"Oh, not the stupid cat again!" Simmons shouted.
"The cat - "
"Tell him about the cat!"
"And it's 'our' lab Fitz, not 'your' lab."
"You left his liver next to my lunch!" He yelled at Simmons.
"Guys-"
Simmons turned back to Coulson and Sanchez, the last one with an enormous grin on her face.
"Can we please-?"
"Yes sir," Simmons answered. "As I was saying... This is the victims brain."
They all turned to the screen.
"It looks like a burnt baked potato," Coulson answered.
"Logic, when a storm hits your head," Sanchez nodded.
"Double the power of a lightning bold!" Simmons said.
"The kid's clean," May said. She just had came into the lab.
"You figure out why the body was floating?"
"Not yet... But the molecular density of the victim was temporarily altered by an unknown energy source. I'm hoping to shed some light on its effects once I extract a brain-tissue sample."
"It's happening again!" Fitz shouted from the other side of the door.
" It's science, Fitz! I have to dissect something," Simmons replied a bit cranky.
"No, the satellite is picking up another electrostatic event, not twenty kilometres from here!"