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

The Bridge (47)

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All the files told her something diffrent. When would she finally find-
Someone knocked on the door.
"Hey. What are you doing?" Sanchez asked.
Skye closed her laptop faster than humanily possible.
"Surfing on internet. Being bored a bit."
"Hm. Cool."
"But what can I do for you?"
"What I wanted to ask, have you heard something from Hannah her status?"
"Yeah," Skye replied. "She moved to another state, to start somewhere over."
"The poor girl."
Skye looked right into Sanchez her eyes, and she could swear-
"Sanchez... Is there something wrong with your eyes?"
"What would be wrong with them?"
"They seem... No, it's nothing I guess."
Suddenly, Sanchez looked like she was in a bit of a hurry.
"Ehm... Yeah. So, I guess I should go again. Teasing Fitzsimmons or something. Whatever."
She turned around, in the direction of the lab, and Skye opened her laptop again.
That was close.
"Hey. What was it with-"
Coulson had just passed Sanchez, on her way back from the bunks.
"I don't know. I thought I had seen something weird in her eyes, and she didn't know how fast to get away."
Coulson narrowed his eyes.
"Hm. Mission briefing in five."
He saw what was on the screen of Skye her laptop.
"Catherine Shane?"
"Do you know her?" Skye asked.
"We ran a few obs together back in the nineties. Smart. Resourcefull. Soft spot for true love movies."
"Easy there, charm school," Skye muttered. "According to these files, Agent Shane could be my mom."
"Even if Shane was the agent who dropped you of at the orphanage, it doesn't mean she's your mother," Coulson said.
Skye started to explain the entire system she had created, to search for possible agents who could be her mother. Coulson knew it wouldn't work.
"You're still looking at a long road."
" It would be a lot shorter if I could access more files. Maybe remove my internet nanny. I'm talking about my track bracelet."
"I got that," Coulson replied.
"So you'll take it off?" She asked.
"No. But I asked May to look into SHIELD's more restricted files."
" I was kind of hoping to keep this private," Skye sighed.
"Agent May specializes in private," Coulson responded.  He turned around, and went to the other side of the plane, to Sanchez her bunk. The door was closed.
First, he knocked. No response.
"Sanchez?"
He opened the door, to find Sanchez on her bed, arms around her knees, and her eyes... They were glowing white.
"Nyla?"
She shivered. No response. Coulson didn't know what was happening.
"Nyla, what's happening?" He asked. She was still shuddering.
"It's okay. What ever you're seeing, you're not there. You're here, on the bus."
"Something... Something bad is coming. Something very bad," she whispered.
"What is it you're seeing?"
"I... I..."
Her eyes turned, and she fell unconcious on her bed.
For a weird reason... Coulson didn't panic. He wrote a little note for her, left it on her cupboard, and left her bunk.

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"At 8.00 hours, three men infiltrated the havenworth federal penitentiary."
"Infiltrated? More like cannon balled," Skye said.
The mission briefing had started. Only Sanchez was missing. And she did not like it at all.
"In and out in less then two minutes. Left no prints at the scene. But, we do have one lead."
Coulson swiped something on screen. A screenshot from a certain part of the surveillance footage.
"Centipede?" Ward asked.
"Seems they salvated some of their research from Hong Kong."
"So we were right!" Coulson shouted. "Chan's plates solved their combustion problem. Now they can create super soldiers with no further exposure!"
"Maybe don't get so excited about it," Fitz said quickly to her.
"Two of centipede's labs are destroyed, but they keep popping back up. Now they have at least three of these guys. Maybe more."
"Who did they brake out?" May asked.
"Edison Po, former Marine, expert in tactics and rapid response. Fell off the grid in '08, reappeared 18 months ago at a diner in Boston."
"Where he stabbed a friend's eyes out.," Ward answered.
"With a steak knife and finished his meal," Coulson told them.
" That's funny. Po doesn't look crazy," Skye said.
Everyone gave her a look.
"I'm kidding. The guy's a walking mug shot."
"Which means he shouldn't be to hard to track down.  Finding Po and these Centipede soldiers is a top priority for SHIELD. We'll be running point. But we won't be working alone."
"What team did HQ send for back-up?" Ward asked.
"Not a team. A person. Someone who can help us fight fire with fire."
"Somebody we worked with before?" Skye asked.
"Not exactly," Coulson replied.

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After the briefing, everyone left the briefing room, except May.
"Why wasn't Sanchez at the briefing?"
Coulson made a face.
"Yeah... About that... I think we might have a problem."
"What's wrong?"
"Sanchez her eyes started glowing white, when she was in Skye her presence. She could get away in time, but Skye might be suspecting something. I found her back in her bunk, to check on her, but..."
He was silent for a while.
"But what, Phil?" May asked.
"She was seeing something," Coulson said. "I think she had a vision. But it wasn't good, May. She warned me that something very bad was going to happen. After it, she passed out. I left her in her bunk. Should we be worried?"
"I assume we shouldn't, because she hasn't had the chance to clarify herself," May said. "But I will check on her, if you want."
Coulson sighed, full of relief.
"Thank you."

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"You're awake. Good. Coulson was worried about you."
The first thing Sanchez realised by opening her eyes; She had a serious headache.
Slowly, she rose her head, but she decided that was a very bad idea.
"Easy. According to Coulson, you passed out."
In her mind, Sanchez could see everything happening all over again.
An explosion. Skye screaming. A burned body. Fitzsimmons shocked. Coulson taken away.
When Sanchez throwed her entire spanish curse vocubalary at May, she knew that Sanchez was going to be fine.
"Damn. The last time this happend, a bunch of frankish tribes tried to kill Caesar."
May knew that she meant the emperor.
"Coulson said you'd seen something-"
"NO. And no. And tripple no," Sanchez hissed.
She couldn't tell. Meant to happen. Something bad meant to happen.
She couldn't tell.
"Just-"
She moaned. When she had a headache, it never meant something good.
"Nyla, is there something I should know? What you've seen, has it something to do with Coulson?"
"Don't leave him. I'm begging you, May. Don't leave him alone for a second."
She shook her head, trying to get rid of her headache. It didn't work. It became even more worse.
"Sanchez, get back in bed. You're sick," May sighed.
"I'm not-"
She started to get dizzy. She fell back on her bed.
"Maybe. Maybe it's even better if I stay in bed for a while," she smiled softly.