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

FZZT (32)

Upstairs, it was quiet. Ward was in the briefing room, looking on the screen what was happening downstairs in the lab. Many thoughts were racing through his head.
"Why are you not down there?"
He could see Skye, standing at the entrance of the room.
"I don't need an audience."
Skye turned back to the entrance, but Ward his word stopped her.
"You can stay.... If you want."
She went back into the room, and sighed.
"I hate this. I just feel so-"
"Helpless."
"Yeah," she replied.
It took a while before Ward said something again.
"I wanted it to be a person, some super-powered psychopath - someone I could hurt, someone I could... punish. That I could do. What I can't do is protect you guys from stuff I can't even see, or understand. "
"So, what do we do?" She asked.
"We wait," Ward responded. "And get ready."
"Ready for what?"
"For whatever it is we're called upon to do."

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Sanchez Crossed May halfway at the briefing room.
"Coulson had a talk with Blake?" She asked. May rolled her eyes.
"He doesn't want to make the call... Have you heard what Blake said?"
"I did," she responded. "Have you briefed Coulson about what I've told you?"
"Yeah. Do you know something more?" May asked.
"Yes," Sanchez said. "I've had contact with Asguard. If we're able to get a vaccine against this chitauri disease, they would love it that our world would share this information with their healers."
"You're meaning-"
Sanchez grinned. "When Simmons succeeds, her name will be known in all of the nine realms."

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"It's all right. Everything is gonna be fine."
Fitz kept saying it. To Jemma. To himself. But Simmons was getting more nervous with the seconds. Metal stuff that's floating around you doesn't work pretty good either.
"Please, stop saying that, I see you looking at your watch."
She continued her work.
"Are you sure you don't need my help? Just, ehm..."
"Are you sure that this thing even works?" Simmons replied a bit cranky, showing him the device he had made for her.
"Well, you know it does, my device isn't the issue. It's the vaccine."
"Antiserum!" Simmons shouted. "And, all I'm wondering is if you callobrated it correctly."
"Hey, it's not the device! Don't put this on me,  I was doing just fine tucked away in a safe, indoor, non-mobile lab at the academy! Then you had to go and drag us into this flying circus! Didn't even pass our field assessments, for God's sake!" He shouted to her.
"Oh please, as if I forced you to follow me anywhere," she replied back.
"You said, and I quote "Fitz, "it's the most perfect opportunity "for us to see the world. We'd be fools to pass this one up!" "
"I hate it when you use that voice. That's not even how I sound. And you were just afraid of going into the field-"
"I'm not afraid-"
"And don't you dare act like these last few months haven't been the highlight of your entire pasty life!"
"Pasty? Really?" Fitz shouted. "Well, when did you become so sun-kissed? Because I'm pretty sure that every minute of every day, You've been stuck in a lab right beside me. At the academy, at sci-ops, this plane. You've been beside me the whole damn time!"
They looked at each other for a few seconds, without saying anything. Simmons went back to the table in the lab, looking in the distance.
It was like they realised at this moment, how worse their situation was.
"You have to fix this," Fitz said.
"I don't know how, Fitz," Simmons sighed. " The anti bodies from the three fire fighters aren't strong enough to fight this virus. It's bond from alien DNA. There's no one to create an anti serum from, because no one has actually survived this. Except-"
Then they realised it.
"The chitauri."
"The bastard that actually woar the helm had the virus-"
"And managed to survive without letting any electrostatic pulse because-"
"He was immune!"
"Yes!" Simmons smiled. "She... She was just the carrier, like Ty Foyd Mary."
"Uh... She... Well... No, wait... That's... You don't really think that. Okay, ehm... Doesn't matter. So, if I could scrape some cells from the inside of the helmet we can create a vaccine."
"Yes! Anti serum! But yes!"
Fitz ran up the stairs, to the interrogation room. He took the box with the helmet, and crossed Coulson and Skye on his way back to the lab.
"Isn't that-"
"Fitz!" Coulson shouted. Fitz was to much in a hurry to hear them.  He ran back to the lab, opened the doors, and went in.
"No! Eh... You can't be in here!" Simmons said.
"Too late. It's done. Just... Trying your best to keep your hands of me, ja?"
"Fitz, I don't know what you think you're doing-"
"We do what we always do," he said. "We're gonna fix this. Together."
At the same moment, Sanchez emerged behind Coulson.
"So, the head act is going to start?" She nodded softly so he was the only one who could hear it.
He gave no response. But she already knew the answer.

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Fitzsimmons started to work in the lab. In the meanwhile, May and Ward came down, just as nervous as the others. Skye started to walk the same path, to the stairs and back, and even Sanchez did not knew what to do.
The crucial moment was near. Would her defying task reveal itself, or-?
Or was Simmons meant to die?
No, it wasn't Simmons her day to die. She knew that. She had seen enough views of the future to know.
Time passed, an at a moment, sound came back again in the lab.
They were done.
"Third time is a charm," Fitz said. He locked the little cylinder with the serum into the device.
"May I do the honours?" He asked.
He went to the cage with the last rat alive, and took him in his hand. He gave the rat a little shock, and placed it back in his cage.
"I can't breath," Skye said.
Everyone was watching nervously.
A few seconds passed. A minute passed.
No flashes. No blue light.
"We did it," Simmons said. She started to smile, but a blue light appeared. And a blast.
Too soon.
"No..."
Skye looked like she could go start crying every minute. Simmons went to the door of the lab, and looked Coulson right in the eyes.
"Sir, I know the protocol in these... Circumstances. Could you please... Tell my dad first. I just think my mom would take it better if it comes from him."
Simmons her voice almost broke, but she could control herself.
"We're not there yet, there's still time."
" Sir, please," she asked. He nodded as a response.
"Would you mind if I had a brief moment alone with Fitz?" She asked.
May took Skye by her shoulder, and all of them went upstairs. Fitz was still working like a mad man behind the lab table.
"Try again, the electrostatic pulse from the rat seems more less, so, if... If we can reprogress... Callibrate the anti serum..."
"Anti serum, yes," Simmons smiled. "You finally got it right Fitz."
She was still trying to keep her tears inside.
"I'm so sorry."
She smashed him on the head with a fire extinguisher. He moaned, but afterwards, he felt down on the ground, unconcious.

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"Agent Blake is on the line, he wants to know what's going on. If you won't answer, he'll ask for Ward."
All of them, except Fitzsimmons of course, where in the briefing room, figuring out what to do right now. Coulson knew that there was still one option left.
"Sir, what are our orders?" Ward asked.
It took a few seconds before Coulson gave a answer.
"They're unchanged."
"Am I having permission, sir?" Sanchez asked.
Coulson looked at her, hoping this was about what he hoped it was.
"Whatever it is about. You're having it."
Immediatley, a alarm sounded through the room.
"What's that?" Skye asked, but Sanchez already stormed across her, out of the room, down to the lab.

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"Ah... What the hell?"
By coming back to conciousness, there was one thing Fitz knew for sure.
Something had hit him badly on the head.
Slowly, he got up, and-
The last rat was walking through his cage.
"Hey... It worked. The pulse just knocked the rat unconcious."
He turned his head to the door, and he didn't knew how to get up as  soon as possible.
"Jemma-"
Oh no. The ramp of the plane was open.
"JEMMA!!!"
She was going to jump.
Fitz screamed her name, over and over again, but she didn't seem to hear it.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! NOOOOOO!"
She turned around to him, for one last time.
"JEMMAAAAA, NOOOOOOOO!"
It was then, that the wind took her, and she fell of the plane.
"JEMMAAAAA!"
He ran back to the table in the lab, took one of the cylinders, put it in the device, and ran outside. He took one of the parachutes, talking to himself that everything was going to be fine.
At the same moment, Sanchez ran down the stairs, and took the device from Fitz' hands.
"The anti serum worked!" He shouted.
Just like Simmons, she jumped out of the plane.
But without a parachute.