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

The Well (40)

"Why did it take you so long to get out of the plane?"
"It's even difficult for me to get in Seville without the others catching me up," Sanchez replied. Dragon was talking to her through an earpiece.
"Is their location unchanged?"
"Sort of. Still wondering around, searching for the pieces of Don Juan. Surprinsingly, he still hasn't met me."
"That's not for long anymore."
"Like I don't know."
"What about the situation of Coulson and the others?"
"I don't know, still in the crypt I guess? I'm not here to babysit on them."
Like an old lady, she was sitting on a park bench, looking at the group of illegals.
The group was still looking for one of the pieces of Don Juan's little present.
"Ehm... I guess you should leave your post."
"Why would I?"
"Don Juan is in the crypt."
Sanchez cursed.
"Shoot. If Don Juan's here, it's not going to take long-"
"Before the illigals find him. I know."
It was already to late. Randolph appeared across the corner, passing the group of illegals. When they turned around, Sanchez appeared next to him, just like someone out of the crowd.
"Don't turn around. They have their eyes on you."
When Randolph looked at her face, he froze for a minute.
"Surprised to see me here, Don Juan? If you were clever, you would know that it would be wise to shut your mouth, or I will make sure that you won't reach the valhalla."
He said nothing, and ran to his car.
After putting his car key in the lock, he looked up.
No Sanchez.
Instead... Illigals.

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"He can't just disappear. He has to turn up some-"
A shout. And a car on his back, in the middle of the street.
"Where. There we go. Block south of the church."
Coulson ran to the parking place, finding Randolph, on the ground, dejected.
"Professor."
"I screwed up."

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"This is ridiculous."
"It's anything but," Skye replied. "Ward, you passed out. You were acting not right."
"Coulson ordered me to give you a full work up, so that's exactly what I'm doing. Now, um, before you passed out, were you feeling... claustrophobic?" Simmons asked.
"Why?"
"She's ruling out a panic attack," Fitz told Ward.
"I don't panic. Ever," he growled.
"Wrong."
Sanchez came into the lab, slightly irritated.
"By the way, you better stop with your check up. It's the greatest piece of bull shit you can do right now."
Both Fitzsimmons made appearances to say something, but a simple look from Sanchez made them forget that.
"Thank you, Sanchez," Ward said. "Finally someone-"
"Did I say you could leave this lab? Oh yeah, I did not. Grant Ward, shut your mouth, and sit down again."
Ward was this much surprised about her reaction, that he immediately did what she asked.
"Did you touch the staf?"
"What is-"
"Did you?"
"YES I DID!" He shouted angrily to her.
"I guess you also remembered some stuff from your past? Something you want to forget?"
He looked like he could punch her in the face any minute.
"Just like I thought."
"This is nonsense."
He took his arm out of the device of Simmons, and went to the screen.
"But Ward-"
"QUIET!" He shouted. "I want to hear this."
On the screen, they could see Coulson interrogating Randolph.
"One of my men is hurt. The staf is gone."
"I didn't want any of that to-"
The screen went dark. Ward looked at Simmons.
"What are you doing?" He hissed.
"A few side effects of the staf. You're getting anger issues, you're not acting like yourself, and your turning into a dick," Sanchez told him.
"Don't worry, it will go away. After a few eras."
Ward's jaw quivered.
"Let me warn you, agent Ward," Sanchez hissed. "You might be higher in level then me, but as the supernatural specialist on this mission, I will promise you that with one episode, I will drive a injection right into your neck. You will be unconcious for at least two weaks. Have I made myself clear?"
Ward his eyes narrowed.
"Bring it on."
Sanchez sniffed, and left the lab, going upstairs.

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"I have no idea how they've found it. They might have the original texts. I wasn't involved. You know, it was just a chance to uncover something that the gods had brought down from the heavens."
Coulson his face spoke enough. He believed that the man was telling bull shit.
"Aliens brought it. From space. I've spend some one on one time with aliens before. Didn't work out to well. So, cases like this, they're personal for me."
"That's all I know," Randolph replied.
The door of the interrogation room went open. Sanchez came in.
"Coulson. Do you mind if I borrow or guest for a few minutes?"
"Sure. I was done with him anyway."
He left the room, and closed the door behind him.
Sanchez took her coat, dropped him over the surveillance camera, and made a few movements with her hands.
"That's better."
"I should have known. You left to earth even before I did."
"Oh, shut your mouth," Sanchez responded. "Let's pretend we're just our real selves now. We're not having long. I respect your love for the live on earth, Don Juan, and Coulson isn't going to hear the truth from me. Neither are the others."
"You're still calling me that?"
She rolled her eyes, and sat down against him.
"I call you like I want. Besides the fact that we're both pretending to be someone else, I'm the one sitting in this room as the interrogator."
"You're not interrogating me, Lady Andromeda. We both know this is a conversation for your own good," Randolph said.
"Still this clever?"
"You should know. You're the one that knows every Asguardian."
"Why are a few illegals this interested in your staf?"
"I don't know. A goddamn priest in the middel ages wrote my story down. That someone is looking for it now, especially some immortals, that's just bad luck."
She narrowed her eyes.
"I know it when you're lying."
"It's the truth."
"Tell that to Coulson. He's doubting about you being human."
And she left the room again.

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"A moment sir?"
"Come in."
Coulson was in his office, when Ward came in. Randolph was still in the interrogation room.
What was he going to do with this guy?
"I'm concerned that my exposior to this weapon has compromised my abillity to do my job."
"Go on."
"You're familliar with my family history?"
Coulson nodded.
"It's over obvious reasons. I don't think back to childhood. Ever. There are things I put away. A long time ago. On lock down. Because to do this, I have to be focused. Tactical. I can't be distracted. Specially by things that happend a life time ago."
"You're saying, touching the staf unlocked certain memories," Coulson said.
"My worst memory. The first time, I felt... Hate. And it won't go away. I don't trust myself. The way I went off with Fitzsimmons and Skye in the lab... It was that Sanchez-"
"Grant. You telling me this, makes me feel I can trust you. Him, on the other hand..."
They both looked at the screen.
"I can't get the professor to talk. Even Sanchez tried. You've got some rage build up. Maybe it's time to let it out."

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"You need to start talking."
Ward came in into the interrogation room.
"I told agent Coulson everything I know."
"You're lying," Ward said. "Tell me what that thing did to me, and how to fix it!"
"I swear, I don't know," Randolph answered.
"Okay then."
Ward took a knife, and appeared to stab Randolph. But Randolph took it in his hand, and broke it.
The door went open, and Coulson came in.
"You were right," Ward said. "He's asguardian."
"Good thing," Coulson said. "Otherwise, that would have been awfully emberassing."