Chapter 1
It's been several weeks since Soron had healed up and was transferred to the holding cell in the Zephyr. He was currently massaging his arms for no obvious reason when the door behind him opened up.
"You ready to tell me everything I want to know?" asked Agent Coulson as soon as he entered the room.
"I don't have a choice, do I," Soron stated rather than asked before he turned around and stared at Coulson.
"Not really," Coulson said bluntly as he gestured towards the couches.
When they had both sat down Coulson leaned back and crossed his legs with his hands folded on his lap. They regarded each other for a few seconds before Coulson decided to break the silence.
"First question," Coulson said, "How do you have abilities like Daisy's? Are you an Inhuman?"
"I don't know what an Inhuman is so I can't really answer you without knowing how Inhumans acquired their abilities," Soron said.
"I doubt that you know nothing about inhumans," Coulson said skeptically while narrowing his eyes, "After all the whole world knows about Inhumans. So answer my question."
"Humor me and I'll do so," Soron said calmly.
"Hmph," Coulson grunted before he sighed and nodded to the corner in the ceiling.
A second later a woman with long brown hair entered the room. The woman was wearing a blue turtleneck, jeans, and some sort of high heel boots. Clipped to her was a tag that had her picture on it with the name Jemma Simmons.
"Hello again," Jemma said with a smile but a hint of suspicion in her eyes.
"Do I know you?" Soron asked slightly confused at the greeting.
"I was the one that healed you after your unfortunate medical condition you had a few weeks ago," informed Jemma which caused Soron to widen his eyes in recognition once his brain remembered and recognized her voice.
"Now then," Jemma continued, "Let's get down to business. You wanted to know about Inhumans and while Daisy may be the best to explain their psyche I'm the best to explain their biology."
Soron just stayed silent while Jemma pulled some sort of device from her pocket.
"This here is an Inhuman's DNA and when I bring up a strand of normal mundane human DNA you'll be able to see the differences between us and the Inhumans," explained Jemma as she pressed a button on a rectangular device which produced a hologram of two DNA strands.
As Soron leaned in to get a closer look he widened his eyes at the differences.
"So Inhumans aren't completely human?" asked Soron as he looked back at Jemma.
"Correct," Jemma said nodding her head, "While Inhumans may have been born on Earth their physiology/biology has traces of Kree in it. Here's the DNA strand of a Kree and when you put that next to the Inhuman DNA strand you'll see the similarities between them like you saw when looking between the human DNA and the Inhuman DNA."
"What the heck are Kree?" Soron asked in confusion which gained confused looks from Jemma and Coulson.
"Wait, you don't know about the Kree?" Jemma asked now that her attention was diverted from her Inhuman biology lecture.
"If I did why would I ask what they are?" Soron asked dryly while raising an eyebrow.
"I suppose it makes sense," Coulson reasoned, "Not everyone is aware of Alien life, and many don't want to be."
"Wait, aliens? Like E.T?" Soron asked incredulously, "You're not screwing with me are you?"
"Agent Coulson, I don't see any telltale signs of deception. I think he truly doesn't know about anything concerning aliens including Inhumans," Jemma said slowly as she looked at Soron.
"I guess that answers part of my question," Coulson said, "Now tell us how you have powers."
"I assume you had me x-rayed to determine my physical health," Soron stated rather than asked as he looked at Jemma.
"Yes, but the image we got wasn't very clear," Jemma answered, "We had to gently but sternly press into you to determine your physical health."
"Did you notice any abnormalities?" Soron asked.
"Yes and we found metal pieces embedded in your body when we investigated," Jemma said as she pulled out a container that held the pieces.
"Then that is your answer Coulson," Soron said as he turned back to Coulson.
"How can shrapnel give you earthquake abilities?" Coulson asked in confusion.
"They're not shrapnel. They're magical shards of a sword created in the forges of the Dwarves from the realm Nidavellir," Soron responded dryly.
"You're joking, right?" Jemma asked as she gained an expression of disbelief.
"Unfortunately not," Soron replied grimly.
"We have absolutely zero evidence of the Dwarves from Norse Mythology ever existing," Jemma countered, "Therefore what you're saying is impossible."
"Not on my Earth," Soron said bluntly.
"Wait, did you say your Earth?" Coulson asked as he got intrigued a bit.
"Yes," Soron replied dryly.
"What does that mean?" Coulson asked as he scrunched up his eyes in confusion.
Before Soron could respond a voice spoke over the intercom.
"Agent Coulson, Jemma I need you two to come to the lab," Fitz said before shutting off the intercom.
"Interrogation paused," Coulson said as he got up.
Soron just laid down on the couch and closed his eyes as he waited for Coulson's inevitable return.
Up in the lab…
Everyone important had gathered in front of Fitz as he waited for them impatiently.
"You needed something Fitz?" Coulson asked.
"Yes, I know it's not exactly protocol but I couldn't resist the urge to find out everything there is to know about our 'guest'," Fitz said nervously.
"What did you do?" Coulson asked Fitz as he stared at him with suspicion.
"I kind of eavesdropped on your interrogation," Fitz said as he looked away.
"At least you're honest about it," Coulson said, "Now why did you actually want Jemma and I to come here?"
"When our 'guest' said 'my Earth' I began to think of all the explanations possible," Fitz said as he moved to the clear whiteboard, "Explanation 1 or A, he's from the future where there are multiple Earths. Now while time-travel is not confirmed to be real that is entirely possible. Explanation 2 or B, he's from a parallel world where some things are different and some things are the same."
"Are there any other possible explanations?" Jemma asked with curiosity.
"I'm sure there are but, those two are the only ones that come to mind," Fitz explained as he finished drawing on the clear whiteboard.
The whiteboard had a line with two dots; one somewhere in the middle and the other at the end. The middle dot had the present written above it while the second one had the future with multiple Earths written above it. The board also had circles with numbers to indicate which Earth it is and and random descriptions like Nazi's never lost WW2 and Humans served the purpose to some demonic race that cows serve to humans.
"So which do you think he is?" Coulson asked with half of him skeptical.
"I can answer that at least one of those is more likely," Fitz explained as he moved to a computer terminal, "After Jemma had scanned his blood for any diseases I looked at the answer sheet out of curiosity and noticed that several atomic molecules in his DNA was different to normal human DNA."
"I didn't see that," Jemma said indignantly.
"Not to ruin your reputation, but the eye only sees what it's looking for and never finds what it isn't," Fitz countered before he continued, "This is the DNA of a normal human, and this is his DNA."
Everyone looked closer but only Jemma was the one to notice.
"My god," Jemma breathed, "It's in a hexagonal formation and it appears to be surrounded by an aura."
"Exactly," Fitz said.
"So maybe he is from an alternate reality and whatever energy those shrapnel were emitting was absorbed by his body!" Jemma said as she began to get excited and put a piece of metal under a microscope.
"Jemma, microscope is not the correct item to use," Fitz said.
"But-" Jemma began before she realized that Fitz was right.
"Coulson, I hate to bring this up but do you happen to have the Darkhold anywhere?" Fitz asked.
"Why?" Coulson asked as he narrowed his eyes.
"If our 'guest' is indeed from an alternate Earth comprised of magic along with these metal pieces-" began Fitz as he stared at Coulson with a serious expression.
"The Darkhold would be able to resonate with the metal pieces," Jemma realized.
"I can't allow this," Coulson said, "It's too risky."
"Not, if we use Aida," Fitz said.
Coulson was quiet for a few seconds before he sighed, "Alright then. How long do you need for your experiment to give you answers?"
Fitz was quiet for a few seconds before he said, "Ten minutes, maybe fifteen."
"You'll only get ten minutes. No more," Coulson said sternly.
Five minutes later in a quarantine room…
Aida was currently standing in front of the Darkhold and holding the metal piece which was trying to fly to the book. Fitz stared at his watch then the analyzing device he was holding from the other side of the safety glass. He kept looking between the two before the device finished and glowed red with the words Analysis complete.
"Aida, that's enough," Fitz called which prompted Aida to close her hand around the metal shard and walk away from the book after hesitating a second; nobody saw Aida's hesitation however.
"So what did you find out?" asked Coulson as he put down a book.
"Scanning magical energy is literally imprecise science," Fitz explained, "All this is just a theory but according to Jane Foster Asgardians rely on a combination of magic and science for everyday life. I'm using a theory I worked on alongside Dr. Foster when we found the Darkhold a few weeks ago. Just give me a few minutes to work out what these readings mean."
"Just tell us what you find out when you're ready," Coulson said as he picked his book back up. Fitz's only response was to gesture with his hand.
Meanwhile, in some strange realm…
Someone that looked strangely like Sauron from Lord of the Rings walked towards someone that was laying on a ground. Next to him was the body of an older deceased man who looked kingly. The man shot his hand to the dead man's sword, but as soon as he grabbed it the menacing figure stepped on it breaking the blade. Suddenly, a green swirling wormhole appeared and a few men in suits strode out and in the lead was a man with a cane.
"I have a proposal for you Sauron," said the elderly man as one of his goons shot Isildur in the head preventing him from cutting the ring off of Sauron's hand.
"Who are you and why are you here?" demanded Sauron as he flexed his fist moving his mace about.
"I'm someone who has great interest in your magic," the old man replied, "You are the only one who can defeat an escaped slave of mine. His magic far surpasses mine, but he doesn't know it yet."
"I don't care," Sauron said as he turned to walk off, "Go defeat your slave yourself."
"I want him dominated but his mind is protected," the old man spat angrily, "Your magic is the only thing that can break through his psychic shield! You will give me your magic!"
"Don't presume to command me!" Sauron roared, "I will never give you my magic!"
Sauron then advanced towards the old man with his mace raised, but just before he could strike one of the goons shot the ring off of his finger. Sauron roared in anger as his body exploded causing a wave of energy to blast from him coursing through everyone. The old man calmly walked towards the right that was on the ground and crumbled the finger that it was still attached to.
"Your magic was always going to be mine Sauron of Middle-Earth," sneered the old man as he pocketed the ring.
The old man threw a clear bean similar to what Soron used to escape him, and another swirling green wormhole appeared. Suddenly a dark haired man ran in between them and the portal.
"Out of the way Elrond," the old man growled, "I really don't have the time to fight you elf freaks."
"You must destroy the ring!" Elrond said as he readied his blade.
"I will not," the old man sneered, "I will use its power to regain control of my property."
"That ring is infused with Sauron's evil!" Elrond yelled, "It will corrupt your mind! You will become Sauron's slave!"
"I will not!" the old man hollered, "I am not weak! I am the strongest psychic in my realm and no one not even Sauron will defeat me! Kill him!"
The goons prepared to fire but before they could arrows flew into them while Elrond leapt at the old man, but the old man used his psychic abilities to make Elrond collapse in pain. The old man smirked as he walked into the portal just before it closed.
That's it for today folks. I only brought the Lord of the Rings stuff into this so Soron's primary enemy would have a way to fight Soron with them both being even in magical strength. Later on the ring will practically turn the old man into Sauron. His mind would be full of evil, and his body would no longer be frail and weak. However he'd still keep his sense of self. I'm unsure when I'll bring Soron's enemy into the AoS world but it won't be either one of the next two chapters. See ya next time people. please don't forget to review. i do plan having the LMD story arc show up for a few chapters but it would be much shorter since Soron would be able to destroy her completely. since i believe that the Darkhold puts magical energy into the people that look at it i believe that Soron's magic would direct him to the guy who created Aida and remove the obsession with the Darkhold from him. he'd then deactivate all of the LMDs he created. i liked that guy so i don't want to kill him off.
