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

The Magical Place (54)

We are all Charlie. Dedicated to those who have fallen in Paris, on the seventh of january 2015. May we all be free to say what we want to say.

"It's clear that May has an axe to crime with me, but this was way out of line."
Skye had tried to hack into the system, but her bracelet had made that difficult. Very difficult.
Everything went on lockdown. Hand got cranky at her, and decided it would be better to get her of the plane.
"No one knows what's in May's had, except May," Ward said. "Don't worry. Coulson will make this right when he comes back."
"I can find him, Ward."
"I believe you," he said. "I've seen first hand what you can do. Even without SHIELD resources."
Someone pressed a paper back into her hands. Simmons.
"We have something for you."
"You made me a sandwich?" Skye asked.
" Yes, it 'is' that," she answered.
"It's a satellite phone damper resistant. You get one shot before your bracelet shuts it down," Fitz explained.
" So only call in case of emergency."
"Where do I even need this for?" She asked. "I'm going to spend the even next three days in a SHIELD broom closet and getting debriefed."
"That's right," Ward said. "A few agents are coming to pick you up for debriefing."
He looked around.
"In exactly twelve minutes."
Skye looked full of surprise.
"Good luck."
Fitzsimmons and Ward left skye alone in the cargo hold, surprised with her 'sandwich' and her bag. She walked away through the entrance of the bus. A agent was looking to Lola, full of adorement.
"Don't touch Lola," she said. The man looked up like he had seen a ghost.

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"Can you feel that?"
"Don't stop."
Tahiti was definitely a magical place. A local girl was giving him a massage. The skye was blue and clear, and the only thing he heard except the silence, was the sea.
Someone laughed. A guy from the staff, bringing some drinks.
"Listen to ihm. Who ordered this?"
He closed his eyes again. He-
He gasped, and his eyes went back open. For real, this time. Coulson tried to look around him, but everything seemed a bit... Hazy.
"It seems you passed out."
He could feel his heart rate rising. Looking to his left, he saw a man he knew all to well, drinking some bourbon.
Edison Po. They had been haunting him, to bring him in.
"Now you're maybe ready to share what for memories you're seeing?"
Behind Po, he could see... He saw Sanchez, who shook her head. His mind was clear enough to know that she wasn't really here.
"I saw... Jordan, hitting that game winner over Russell in the ninety-eight finals. So close."
"Agent Coulson, we're gonna put the machine back on, and open your mind. It's time to stop fighting it. And if you don't, you won't survive the process."
"You do know he's lying," Sanchez said. "I've abandoned the others specially to keep an eye on you. Dragon is taking care of them."
"I'll let you kill me before I give you anything," Coulson told Po. "Seems you have a taste for that anyway. Murdred Mr. Peterson in front of his own son-"
"Mr. Peterson choose that end," Po said. "We gave him his life, and his child, unscaved. You're just upset because the man's death is so close to home. Seeing a boy lose his father at such a young age... As you did."
Coulson looked at Po like he could kill him any minute.
"A defining moment. The clairvoyant saw that."
"I hate to bring it to you, but your telephatic friend is a fraud. Otherwise, he'd know all these answers and I wouldn't be here."
"Wrong," Sanchez' voice sounded.
"It's true. This is strange. My friend can see you died. You went cold. Your heart was torn to pieces. What the clairvoyant can't see, is what happend after. How they braught you back from the death."
"Just to be clear, it wasn't me this time," Sanchez said again. "You would have known."
"For some reason, agent Coulson, you're diffrent. Now, why is that?"
Coulson gave no response.
"So, we have to do this the hard way," Po said.
One of his men took something from his pocket. A taser.
Coulson swallowed.

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"May, you got a moment?"
Dragon came in into the cockpit.
"Any news?"
"Well..."
He gave her some photographs of arms, legs, and a back. Sanchez her arms, legs, and back.
"What... I don't understand."
"Because your the only person I can basically talk to right now, I'll explain you my theory," Dragon said. "I believe because of her passing out, my sister is in another dimension right now."
"So?"
"There are diffrent dimensions were we're invisible for humans. I think she's in one, looking over Coulson, where ever the man is, and she made sure-"
"They're torturing him," May said.
"Big shot."
He looked around, like he heard something.
"Got to go. Agent Skye blue is going to give  us some action."
May rolled her eyes, but he had already left the cockpit.

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"No, that's too much!" Simmons shouted. "I know the night-night rounds no longer affect the Centipede soldiers, but all we want to do is disable them, not kill them."
Fitzsimmons were going nutz in their lab. Really. There were agents everywhere who were supposed to do stuff for them, but they... They were just unable to act in a proper way. The Fitzsimmons way.
"I'm good with either, frankly," Fitz said.
"Fitz, you don't mean that. Those soldiers are just men who-"
"Who can smash your skull open with a single punch."
"But they're being controlled! Centipede is making them fight against their will!"
"Well, they took Coulson. I don't care what we have to do to bring him back, we have to bring him home."
"What's this guy doing, blowing Vanchat to sleep?"
Both Fitzsimmons looked at Ward, who was looking at the screen, what showed the interrogation room.
"I'm going in."

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It happened within seconds. They had braught him into the room, locked him to the bed, and the men of Po had left again.
"I'm sorry."
Sanchez stood against the wall.
"It's free to talk, you know. They won't hear you."
"You said I would understand, in the end."
"I knew you didn't trust the 'tahiti, it's a magical place,' stuff. I know you want the truth."
"Am I going to get that, ever? If I-"
"Co-operate, you give them exactly what they want? Maybe. Maybe not. Who will say it."
They were silent for a while. But something... Coulson could sense it. Sanchez was hiding something from him.
"Something is wrong. It is nothing with the team, because you would have told me by now. But you... If you could, you would have get me out of here. But you can't."
She started to laugh a bit nervous.
"Yeah, about that," she said. "You remember my former headache problem? Well, let us say it turned out in me passing out after you were taken, I woke up on the bus one time, with the beautiful rage inside of me to slaughter everyone on the bus. I passed out, again, and ended up here, with the knowledge that my brother is taking care of stuff on the bus, and will wake me up when they're coming to get you."
"That's great," Coulson said. 
"Yes. Yes, it is."