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

Repairs (44)

Skye knew that something was wrong. Definitely. When Simmons came into the briefing room as the last one, Sanchez started to straw salt on the full edge of the room, like she... She was being paranoid.
"Agent Sanchez will lead this briefing. I'm afraid we're having bad news," Coulson told them. Everyone was in the briefing room, except May, who was still trying to find a spot to land. Definitely after Sanchez and Coulson had told her the news.
"First: I'm not paranoid. Second: We're having a massive problem. Miss Hudgins isn't a telekinetic, but she's being haunted by a spirit."
That was when everyone started to talk.
"But Coulson-"
"Sir-"
"This is ridiculous-"
"They don't exist-"
"SHUT UP! EVERYBODY SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!" Sanchez shouted.
"Yes, spirits exist. Should we be surprised? No, because aliens exist too. And everyone needs to remain calm, because if we're getting to excited, he will now, and then we're all screwed. So, I will give you all a speed class spirit hunting."
She pressed a few buttons, and a few pictures appeared on screen.
"The only ways to get rid of a spirit, is to burn remaining pieces, or to shot him with salt. Salt is very important. They can't touch it, cross it, or whatever. The burn remaining pieces of his body part isn't going to work here, because we simply don't have that. There's also nothing left of the bodies of the victims, so we need to get rid of him with salt. A lot of salt."
"How are we going to do that?" Ward asked. "Blowing salt to him?"
Sanchez dropped a little box on the table.
"Salt bullets. Bullets filled with salt. I'm having a few salt shot guns at my bunk, at a few in a storage room. If we can get there without him noticing us, we should be good. Hannah is safe in the room, because of the electro magnetic stuff, and because of the salt in the walls-"
"It is a electro magnetic shield-"
"Yeah yeah, I know," Sanchez interrupted Fitz. "I want Ward with me to the storage room downstairs. Skye, you're going to find everything you can about Tobias Ford. Simmons, look at everything you've got about the particle accelerator explosion. I want to know why this spirit is being free. And Fitz... How good is your latin?"

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"Oh, this must be the coupling of the records. Oh dear, the technicians were right."
Simmons was looking through the holographic material of the explosion.
She turned around, to someone with a gass mask.
"Fitz, what are you doing? You should be reading the latin expulsion spells agent Sanchez has given you."
"You weren't even a little bit scared?"
She raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, come'on! Who says that these things are even working? I think it's still hard to believe that spirits exist."
"I know it is hard to believe, Fitz," Simmons replied. "I know that Sanchez isn't Coulson, but she's still a higher level than we are. We should listen to her. And yes, the mask is a bit dissapointing."
He took the mask of. "It's fine. I'm just workshopping here. And yes, I was listening to what you were saying."
He left the lab, and Simmons continued looking at the holographic reports.
"Well... That's odd."
She zoomed in on the holographic report.
"My god. Fitz, look at this. What are we seeing here? This is if the explosion has opened some window to-"
"To hell."
Simmons screamed, and she was just in time to avoid the wrench were the spirit of Tobias Ford tried to punch her with. She trew some salt out of her pockets to him, and he disappeared. Instead of her, the wrench had hit the holo table.
"Simmons! Are you okay?!"
Coulson ran into the lab.
"Sanchez was right, sir," Simmons said. "He's going to take action!"
"We're going to land," May her voice sounded over the intercom.
That was when all the light went out. Red light went on.
"What was that?" Simmons asked.
"Plane's lost power," Coulson said. "We're going down."

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"So... Can I ask... Why are you having shot guns in your bunk?"
Ward and Sanchez were walking back to back through the belly of the bus, to the special storage room.
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes?"
"No. I'm not going to tell you. It's not your business."
Ward mumbled something.
"I heard that."
After a few minutes, Sanchez pressed her hand on a certain spot in the wall, and a door opened.
"You're having secrets spots in the plane?" Ward asked.
"Jealous?"
"We're going to land," May her voice sounded over the intercom.
"Finely. It was going to be time," Sanchez sighed.
At exactly that moment, the light in the corridor went out. Red lights went on.
"Oh oh."
"The plane's lost power," Ward said. Sanchez cursed.
"He's taking action on us. That's really great," she murmled.
"Grab some nice toys for you and May, and get your ass to the cockpit. This is going to be a  lovely ride."
"Shouldn't you-"
"Just do it!" Sanchez yelled.
Ward took a few guns, and ran back to the lab. Sanchez sighed, and sended Dragon a quick text.
One of the world portals is open. Do your job and close it.
She took a hand full of weapons, and ran back to the cargo hold. Simmons and Coulson had their selves buckled up for the rough landing.
"Sanchez, why haven't you-"
"BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE THE FRICKING TIME!' She yelled back. She gave a few guns to Coulson and Simmons, and ran upstairs. She sat down at one of the chairs in the lounge of the plane, to wait until the landing would be over.
She had some time to think now.
"I know that you're here, pretty boy," she whispered. "I can sense you. A lost soul has never escaped from me."

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Without a lot of damage, the bus had reached the ground, with a good landing. They all met up downstairs in the lab.
"Well, if someone dares to say that spirits don't exist, I'll punch you in the face with a lot of pleasure," Sanchez said, while giving everyone a weapon with salt bullets.
"Because the ear coms are connected to the plane, we're gonna do it old school," she told them, while giving them special phones.
"I've seen the ghost," Simmons said. "It attacked me, but then disappeared."
"Because you've used your salt," Sanchez said. "That's good."
"May, is the cage still shielded?" Coulson asked.
"Most of the power runs to it."
"Good. It might be the one thing protecting her now from Mr. Ford," Coulson said.
"It is the only thing that protects her," Sanchez sighed.
"Can I be the one who talks to Hannah about all of this?"
Everyone looked at Skye.
"Guys, her life has been turned up-side down since we put her in that nightmare box. She thinks she's being punished."
"All right. I'll head upstairs, contacting the emergency transceiver and radioing HQ. Ward, take a firearm. Escort Fitz-Simmons downstairs, assess the damage, get us up and running."
"Only when we've done something about the spirit," Sanchez said. "When he's in the system-"
"Then there's nothing that works. I know," Coulson replied.