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

Nothing personal (80)

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"Impossible," Fitz said. "It can't be. No. No, I don't believe it."
"Take a breath, agent Fitz," Tripp said.
"Don't tell me to take a breath," he replied. "Who are you? Really man, who are you? I don't even know the hell who you are."
"I just want this-"
"Don't touch me," Fitz hissed, when Tripp dropped his hand on Fitz' shoulder.
"My SO turned out to be a lying-"
"Well, not Ward, okay?! Not Ward. Do you know why? Because he's our friend. And Simmons will find something. Come'on, tell him Jemma."
"Fitz, you should let me work," she responded.
"Yeah, but tell him-"
"Let me work."
"Something else is at play here, sir," Fitz said. "Think about it, they're just trying to mess with our heads, to scare us."
"One step at a time, Fitz," Coulson said. "There are more options."
"But-"
"Simmons will give her report. That's the next step."
Coulson looked at Simmons.
"He died a proximumly ten hours ago, after May and Sanchez left the base. A thin wire was used to strangle him. His throat is crushed, particalary sliced through. It was done in a hurry. Based on the angle of the lessorations, the killer was at least 6"2", and strong enough to... Lift him into..."
She sighed.
"Ward did this," she said, full of hate.
Fitz started to freak out, and threw some plates and bowls on the ground. Also, the sound of an alarm clock sounded, out of the control room.
"Okay okay!" Coulson yelled. "We need to hold it together. Can you do that, Fitz? Right now, there is something on in the control room, and we don't know what it is. First, we need to check that out, then, we have al time to get angry."
Fitz hissed something, but he went to the control room, together with the others. On screen, there was one easy thing to read.

You've got one new video message

"Open it," Coulson said. Fitz hissed something, and opened it. But to everyone's surprise... Sanchez appeared on screen.
"When you guys are seeing this video message, you just got back from saving Coulson's cellist, and something terrible has happend. Because you're all having a WTF moment right now, I will explain some things to you. On moment of recording this, it's three days since we've saved Coulson out of the desert. You're not believing me?"
On screen, views of the bus appeared. Coulson as a zombie in his office. May in the cockpit. Fitzsimmons in their lab.
The view went back to Sanchez in her bunk.
"See? That's your prove. Now, first things first. When you're seeing this, you are in director Fury's top secret bunker called Providence. Your plane isn't there, hm?"
Simmons swallowed, and looked at the others. Yeah. That was true. Screen Sanchez was right.
"Yeah, I know I'm right," screen Sanchez continued. "Ward has taken the plane, together with Skye. May left, because she thinks Coulson won't listen to her anyway. And now, something all of you know right now, Ward is Hydra. He is a traitor, he murdered Victoria Hand, and briefed all our research through to Hydra. Right now, they are going with the plane to the place where Skye met Mike for the first time," screen Sanchez said.
"But now..." Sanchez sighed. "I think there is something else you need to know. About me. Fitz, I already know you're thinking this is going a specific way, but no. It isn't. I swear. However... I've been lying to most of you, not without reason. Skye had a search ran for me in the SHIELD database once, and she wasn't able to find me. Not weird. Because my name, Nyla Sanchez, does not exist. It was a cover.  Please, let your memories return, and remember. Remember how I saved Simmons by transforming into a dragon, how I did my best to save all of you. My real name is Lady Andromeda of Asguard, Goddess of the living, advisor of Odin, keeper of the living, avenger, friend Sif, and most of all..."
Screen Sanchez became silent.
"Most of all, friend of yours."
She sighed, and Fitzsimmons... Their eyes became hazy. In front of her, Simmons could see everything happen like a dream. Falling down from the plane and then... The roar. The roar of a dragon. And when she looked at Fitz... She knew he could hear it too.
"Probably, Fitz is all mad at me right now, Simmons remembers everything, and Triplett is going to beat me up when this is over. Can't blame the man. And... And... The truth is... I love all of this so much. Being on earth, acting like a normal human being. Earth is more a home to me then Asguard ever will. That's why I haven't told the truth. Specially, when Simmons started talking about cutting Asguardians open..."
Screen Sanchez made a face.
"Oh yeah, something else right now. Within twenty minutes, general Talbot will enter the base, with a team of soldiers. Good luck. And I  hope... I hope we will meet again."
The screen went dark. Fitz threw a mug on the floor, and left the room, without saying anything. Simmons was still on the bench, sitting like a statue.
"Simmons... Are you okay?" Coulson asked. When he saw that she holding tight to the bench... He knew she wasn't.
"She... She... I should check up on Fitz."
Before Coulson could ask anything else, she left the room.
"Sir, with all respects, is it weird that  I don't know-"
"Where all of this was going about? No, it's not," Coulson responded to Tripp. "There is something you need to know, but I will explain it while we're working. According to Agent Sanchez, we will have company very soon."