AoS/LG crossover drabbles I

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1) Arriving

"And who are you supposed to be?" Tamsin, a member of the Toronto Police Department, (and also a Valkyrie of the Seelie Fae), asked the new arrivals in the streets, even as their hired movers, well, carried in and unpackaged their belongings, all fair and square, right in the open, but after her latest fight with Bo Tamsin felt like being difficult herself, hence – this confrontation, (quite unnecessary, BTW).

"We're the owners of this place," the man of the couple smiled slightly with fairly little humor. "I'm Grant and this is Kara. And you are?"

"I'm Tamsin," Tamsin blinked – she was still sure that the newcomers were not Fae of any sort, but now she actually had doubts. "Err; I'm one of the local police officers. I came over to introduce myself?" she finished rather lamely, in part because the couple were looking at her with impressions that suggested that she either cleaned up or get fed her police insignia, and in part because she wasn't very confrontational, not with humans, not really.

"Nice to meet you, Tamsin," the woman of the couple shook her head, smiling warmly, (though not quite). "I'm – Kara Palamas, and this is Grant Douglas. I am the new gynecologist in the local hospital; Grant Douglas is a professional translator slash interpreter. Your district doesn't need one of those, does it?"

"I'll ask," Tamsin muttered, freeing her hand from a too-enthusiastic handshake. (She had heard something about a new doctor moving into the neighborhood, but not any particular details – the Fae had their own doctors anyhow, and this one was a human one… Never mind). "Um, welcome to the neighborhood; I'm sure that we'll get along."

"The same goes for us," Grant Douglas nodded solemnly. "Oh, and BTW, you're not British?"

"Oh, Hell no!" the (formerly) Norse Valkyrie spat vigorously. "I hate those island cunts-"

"Great!" the pair said brightly. "Then we'll get along just fine. Now if you will excuse us, we need to unpack for real-"

And they were gone.

Tamsin blinked and asked no one in particular:

"WTH just happened?"

2) Worrying

The next time Tamsin ran into Grant and Kara…she actually ran into Grant first. The big man was standing nearby the hospital's entrance with a packed lunch, waiting for his partner (or his fiancé – Tamsin still was not sure what it was). He was waiting patiently, but was clearly nervous, and while Tamsin was busy with her own business, (and frankly since the two of them were human, probably, she would let other police officers deal with them if the need arose, cough), she decided to be a good neighbor and approached him all the same:

"What, big day for you today?" she asked brightly, not sure as to WTF she was doing here.

"Kind of, yes," the man nodded, clearly recognizing and remembering her. "Kara's meeting with her new bosses and wants to make a good and proper impression very badly, pardon the pun. We're not strapped for cash yet, and I got a job lined up, but she really does want to work here and everything, yeah?"

"I'm sure that she'll do fine," Tamsin muttered, discreetly looking upwards for the escaped linnorm that was actually the reason why she was here – she was looking for it, to subdue and capture…or to kill the feral semi-dragon if it will not comply. The chances for the latter outcome were high…unlike Tamsin's estimates of her succeeding in one on one – the linnorms were notoriously hard to kill. The tor linnorms as the one that was out, especially so.

"Who'll do fine? Who's she?" Kara asked as she came outside. "Oh, hey honey! Officer, nice to see you again! Is it a day off or are you just happy to see us?"

"Um, nothing, is that a giant flaming dragon in the sky?" Tamsin blinked in the face of such overwhelming good cheer and fled, leaving the couple exchange looks that were more thoughtful or concerned rather than confused.

3) Bliss

Tamsin was happy – blissfully so, (cough). There was no fire in her blood, no pain or anything, just sheer happiness and warmth. Tamsin found someone who cared for her – really cared; she found a place where she could belong – truly belong; and what more a Valkyrie could ask?

Well, perhaps to fall in battle and/or get matched with an einherjar, but if Tamsin had been that sort of Valkyrie to begin with, she would've never moved to Canada; here people were atypical, (from the Norse P.O.V., anyhow), and not just ordinary humans, but also Fae; and Tamsin had no intent of going back to Valhalla, Bo's little tour and/or rescue attempt of Kenzie regardless…

"Hey, Tamsin! Earth to Tamsin!" someone called out. Okay, Tamsin knew that someone – it was Dyson, cough. "Are you okay?"

"Mm…yes; I mean yes!" Tamsin snapped herself out of her warm stupor and looked around. "Err, was there a linnorm around, or did I just dream it up?"

"No, there was one, for almost two weeks now," Dyson gave his friend, (sort of, still), a look. "Did you get it?"

"Do I look as if I'd fought a linnorm?" Tamsin snapped, as memories began to surface through her former haze of golden bliss. "Won or lost, regardless – answer me!"

"No," Dyson snapped back, his inner wolf surfacing for a moment. "You look as if you had a sex dream in your car-"

"Well, I didn't! It was just a happy dream, not all happiness is based on sex!" Tamsin glared. "So, about the linnorm?"

"It's gone – right back to its' lair," Dyson muttered. "Whoever, or whatever, had stirred it from its' slumber is gone now."

"Good," Tamsin looked away first. Some unwanted but confusing memories of fighting the giant fiery beast lingered in her mind all the same.

4) Meanwhile…

Bobbi Morse looked away from her latest online research and looked at Skye, or Daisy, as the younger woman would rather be called. "Can I help you?" she asked a trifle curtly before catching herself. "Sorry, you just caught me at a bad moment-"

"Which is what I kind of want to talk to you about," Daisy confessed. "Ever feel like you've been missing something? Like you lost something and you don't know what or where, but that you do? Because I think that you do, as do the FitzSimmons and the others."

"Lance doesn't," Bobbi muttered crossly.

"Lance is – distracted. By you," Daisy would not be swayed.

"Yes, well, it takes two to tango-"

"Yes, which is why I am asking you without him around," Daisy pointed out. "Just – we're worried about you; you aren't exactly forgiven for your part in the entire mess with agent Gonzales, but still, you are one of us-"

"Thank you, and yes, I've been feeling under the weather, some," Bobbi confessed. "What about you? You and the new guy-"

"I don't want to talk to you about Lincoln," Daisy muttered. "Lance already did that-"

Bobbi groaned and decisively got onto her feet. "Come on, then," she told the other woman. "Let's have yet another confrontation with that idiotic man of mine."

Daisy groaned.

5) P.O.V.

"The way I see it," one of the Koenig siblings was telling the other, "is that our brother is dead, and we don't even know why or how he died."

"Amen!" the second echoed. "We have tried to uncover the truth by following the crumbs and all we got was a base in Canada stripped and destroyed by a U.N. military unit that is now defunct and assimilated by the U.S. government – a government that isn't friendly with S.H.I.E.L.D. right now, BTW – and Maria Hill being all shifty and unreliable and avoiding. Neither end of the road is promising, brother!"

"You said it!" the first sibling nodded. "Coulson and May would blame it on Hydra, but the way I see it, and you see it? It looks more as if he had fallen victim to one of our department's own SNAFUs. This probably isn't as bad as if it was Hydra's doing, but-"

"It is still bad," the second nodded. "We need to figure out where it went wrong, when and how and then adjust our strategy accordingly!"

The twins clinked their bottles of beer and exchanged looks of triumph – they had achieved resolution!

6) Intermission

The forgotten portal between the two dimensions (and two countries, and etc.) pulsed in the now-abandoned vault D, its mystical (or occult energies) shielding it from any natives of this dimension; they couldn't see it directly or via machinery, nor could they sense it anyhow, in any other way – only those with the right type of blood could, and they were few and far between in here.

The portal was forgotten, but it continued to pulse and shake and twitch with the eldritch energies that powered it – the portal could run forever, in fact, given its current conditions & circumstances, it probably would…

"Fury?" Maria Hill muttered into her comm.-link as she observed it quietly and made some calculations of her own. "We might have a complication, here."

7) Artemis

…Tamsin's week was going back to worse, once more, and it was all the linnorm's fault, again, albeit indirectly, this time. Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, (also known as Diana), was in the city and she was not happy to hear that the linnorm had been dealt with already – sort of.

"What do you mean, it has gone back to slumber?" she shouted, looking at Dyson (and Tamsin, but primarily at Dyson, let us be fair), as if it was his, (okay, theirs), personal fault.

"That's what we mean," the werewolf muttered at his superior. (Technically, Artemis was a full-ranked goddess, but the relationship between the Fae and various gods was more convoluted than the gods liked to admit – and now was so not the time to remind Artemis of this). "Yes, some of its' effects continue to linger, but the linnorm itself has gone back to rest. There's no reason for you to get involved, and nothing for you to get involved in!"

Artemis' glare intensified – the goddess of the hunt was never fond of werewolves anyhow, and Dyson's respectful but firm attitude was not helping the lycanthropes' case any. Tamsin closed her eyes – the goddess was about to explode, when-

"Tamsin? We mean – officer Tamsin? Hi! Or are you on duty?" a familiar voice sounded. (Well, one of them did, anyhow.) Tamsin looked in that direction, and sure enough, Kara Palamas, as well as Grant Douglas, were cheerfully waving in her direction.

"No, I'm not!" Tamsin replied just as cheerfully, aware that while Artemis didn't usually smite mortals as her father Zeus did, she still could, most likely, and Tamsin would rather not have those particular mortals smitten, (and in a bad way, too). "A former member of our police district was in town, and we were playing catch-up, but Dyson can handle this just fine by himself! Let us go somewhere! Were you looking for a night on the town?!"

"No, we were just walking our new dog," Grant raised one eyebrow, (suggesting that he was calling out Tamsin on her bullshit, here), and pointing to the canine in question. The latter said "Arf!" and smelled Tamsin's trousers in an enquiring way.

"How nice!" Tamsin replied cheerfully, while subtly looking up at the sky – fortunately, it was just early summer evening, the sun would not be down for about another hour or so, and the dog would not be able to smell Dyson's werewolf nature. "Does it have a name?"

"We're just calling it Dog so far," Kara rolled her eyes. "Don't be afraid of him!"

"Who's afraid? I'm not afraid!" Tamsin replied…perhaps a tad too loud and shrilly for a quiet early summer evening. She heard chuckles from behind and turned red – her humiliation was complete.

8) Quitting while you're ahead

"So, Tamsin," Dyson told the Valkyrie sometime later, after Artemis, mollified, (to a point, if not completely), returned to her hotel to plan…whatever it was that she was planning to do, which wasn't something that either of the Fae wanted to know. "Who are your new friends?"

"I told you about them," Tamsin pinched her nose as the two of them stood on the balcony of Dyson's apartment, observing the cloud crawling onto the sky and cover it all with its leaden-grey color. "Kara Palamas is a new doctor in our neighborhood; Grant Douglas, who might or might not be her husband, is an interpreter, translator…and a homeopath, apparently. I'm not sure about the last one, and neither is Grant Douglas, but he's legally clean, as is Kara Palamas-"

"Tamsin. They are humans-"

"So's Dr. Laurel and Evony these days," Tamsin glared. "You don't raise too many issues with them." She looked away and observed a large red-tailed hawk fly over the roofs of the evening cityscape.

"Yes, but, Evony used to be the Morrigan on one hand, and Laurel actually worked for us on the other," Dyson did not back down. "Yes, I know that it isn't as clear-cut as that, but still, Laurel in particular ended up working with us and for us, while they, well, don't."

"Exactly," Tamsin shrugged. "Don't see the problem if I just come over and say hi every once in a while, regularly or not. You have other friends in the force that are human themselves, yes?"

"With 'the force' being the key word here," Dyson continued to press his point under the darkening sky. "Aside from me sounding like a Star Force – I mean, a Star Wars character, my point is that they both can be helpful for our people and are mentally pre-equipped, more or less, to handle the truth. Your friends are neither. Getting involved with them can end up with them being dragged into our world, something they neither are prepared for nor seek to. Is it fair to them?"

Tamsin flipped him the bird and walked off.

"So, what are you fighting about this time?" Bo asked quietly, (as she had walked onto her friends while they were arguing).

"Nothing," Dyson shook his head. "Just – police things."

9) Hitting the (rock) bottom

"So, let me see if I've missed anything," Daisy sarcastically muttered to no one in particular, but especially Lincoln. "Simmons got eaten by an alien rock and we've no idea as to how to bust her out or how to help Fitz."

"Check," the other InHuman solemnly nodded.

"Our fellow InHumans are being snapped-up by ATCU, which just might be more of good ol' Hydra, albeit in a different clothing; the fact that DC is dating their leader just makes it worse."

"Also check."

"The Koenigs have gone rogue – the whole clan of them – due to the fact that Coulson is busy with the Mrs., May is busy, just busy, and-"

"Daisy? May called; there's some problem with Andrew Garner; she needs help!" Bobbi babbled as she and Lance joined the other couple.

Lincoln and Daisy just blinked. "May needs help?" Daisy carefully asked the other woman. "You sure that this isn't a prank?"

There was a pause as outside the S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and heavy rain began to fall. "Yes, there is a possibility that Lance and I have misunderstood something, but still," Bobbi said firmly. "Let's check it out, shall we?"

Reluctantly, the InHuman agents agreed.

10) I'm gonna cast a spell on you?

Melina May had many, many days better than this one, and this, amazingly, included the Bahrain incident, thank you very much. Andrew had revealed himself to be Lash, the monstrous InHuman who had plagued S.H.I.E.L.D. (and ATCU, okay) for the last few weeks and he was still in love with her.

Okay, the last bit was not so bad, or it would not have been, if Andrew had admitted that he needed help and would have accepted it – from Lincoln and Daisy primarily, but still – but no. Rather, he had kidnapped and was carrying her – um. Where was he carrying her?

"Where are you carrying me?" Melinda decided to pause in her struggles – she seemed to be incapable of overpowering Andrew at this moment in time anyhow, his new InHuman strength and other abilities had clearly given him an edge over May…for now.

"Back to the S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ," Andrew replied easily enough.

"…" Melinda carefully picked her words, even moreso than how she usually did, (because this was how she spoke, but anyways):

"Andrew. You have refused S.H.I.E.L.D.'s help, and decided to be an idiot instead. So now, either you've changed your mind – still in a very idiotic manner, but we can salvage this, or not – in which case you're still an idiot…"

"I'm sorry that you feel this way, but it doesn't matter now; soon you too will see the light and it will broaden your mind, believe me!" Andrew said brightly. "Now hush, we're almost at the vault D, all we now have to do is to avoid some pesky Koenigs…"

Melinda blinked. On one hand, the mention of vault D stirred some forgotten memories; on the other, 'pesky Koenigs' sounded disturbing on their own… And so, thus distracted, May missed yet another opportunity to resist…

TBC