*dramatic voice*
The adventure…continues!
*dramatic music plays ominously in the background*
OK; so I watched the Season 3 finale of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. two days ago from the day I'm currently typing this chapter, and let's just say that I've been emotionally compromised.
Again.
Note: HUGE SPOLIERS BELOW. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK:
What with Ward, and Agent 33, and Bobbie (Bobby?), and Skye, and HER MOM, and HER DAD AND HE WAS JUST SOOOOOO PRECIOUS AND I DIDN'T WANT ANYTHING BAD TO HAPPEN TO HIM AND WHY COULDN'T HE JUST BE HAPPY AND WITH HIS DAUGHTER AND I JUST CAN'T RIGHT NOW AND OIANB'OIEH OB NIJ GPOERJIOHBOJEOKPOGKLKDNFLK!
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Anyhoo, can't wait for Season 4! Oh, yeah; and I totally guessed the ending before it even happened. I totally saw the whole rock-eating-her scene coming from a mile away.
Anyhoo, just out of curiosity, who else out there has seen Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.? If so, who's your favorite character(s)? Shippings? Theories (funny, serious, goofy, canon-ish, completely OOC)?
God bless and have a great day (or night)!
ThePro-LifeCatholic
Oswald paused on the threshold of the room, peering inside. Carefully, quietly, she made her way across the floor with almost no noise. It was a spacious room, with a wide, circular living room in the center of the space. Framed pictures hung on the walls, and two couches and a chair were placed in a circular fashion around a red rug. Only when she passed by the larger of the two couches, whose back faced the doorway, did she see the man.
He was sprawled across the whole couch, one leg dangling to the ground, one hand brushing the carpeted floor. His eyes were shut, his breathing slow and even. Brown hair stuck up crazily on his head, and other than the black jacket and tie, he was still dressed in his evening get-up. Even the dark blue shoes were still laced. Oswald smiled, recognizing the man who had done her fellow staff-member a good turn. A second later the smiled vanished, and she began to cough. Her eyes stung, her throat constricted, and every breath burned. Piercing the silence was the unmistakable sound of a sprinkler, but she didn't feel wet at all.
"Mr. Smith," Oswald whispered loudly, shaking the sleeping figure. She pulled her apron to her face, panic mounting when he didn't stir. "Smith!"
He shifted position, coughing several times as his eyes slowly opened.
"What...?" he muttered, the rest of his sentence slurring into sleepy nonsense. He was much more awake a moment later when Oswald grabbed him by the arm, dragging him off the couch and forcing him up on his feet. Then, half pulling, half him stumbling along himself, she got him out of the room. Slamming the door behind her, Oswald slid to the ground, hacking and wiping the hot tears from her stinging eyes. The man slumped against the wall, rubbing his eyes vigorously and combing through his hair with his fingers, making it stick up even more than it had been before.
"You alright?" he finally asked. Ozzy nodded, still coughing. She wheeled around when she heard a door opening. The man was gone. Jumping to her feet, she ran to the door of his room and flung it open. Her eyes scanned the room, and fell on a strange object in the corner farthest from her. A large blue box, or at least, that's what it looked like, was sitting there, partly concealed in the shadows. A moment later, her view was blocked by the humanoid coming out of the room, holding a glass of water. He handed it to her, which she accepted gratefully.
"Thanks," she choked, gulping down the water.
"No problem," was the reply.
"You alright, sir?" Oswald asked. The guest seemed more confused than tired. He looked up and down the hallway.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, it's just…" he paused, glancing this way and that, before looking down at her, "I'm sorry, and I may sound like a complete idiot, but could you tell me where I am and what day it is? 'Cause I'm a little lost right now as to what's going on."
Oswald blinked at the strange outburst.
"Um…you're in the Galvnaria Hotel; one of the finest and most well-known hotels in this part of the galaxy…at least, that's what I've heard. And today is November 21st. Somer's-Day is coming up in three days now."
The man nodded. "Good. OK; could you tell me how I got here by any chance, and where my friend is currently?"
"You mean Ms. Jones, the one who came in with you?" Oswald frowned. "I'm not sure which room she's staying in right now, but I can certainly check the registration list, if you'd like."
"Registration list? I don't remember registering. Did we register here?"
"Yes," Oswald was starting to get really worried now. "Don't you remember? You came in, checked in, asked me what my name was? What's my name?"
He looked at her, hard, for several long seconds. The confusion was still there, but another expression was creeping in. It wasn't fear, exactly, but something similar to it.
"I don't know." The three words dropped like stones from his mouth. "I don't remember seeing you, or getting your name."
"What can you remember?"
"Oh, that bit's easy," he sniffed. "I was traveling in my spaceship with Martha – that's Ms. Jones – and I was thinking about doing something for her. Taking her somewhere nice, you know. She'd had it rough the past few weeks before…" he trailed off. "That was my fault, mostly," he whispered, more to himself than to her. "Anyway," he shook his head. "What's your name again?"
"Ozz-Oswald," she corrected quickly. "But you can call me Ozzy, if you want. All the other staff members do."
"Brilliant! Hello, Ozzy; pleased to make your acquaintance," the man took her hand in a firm handshake. "I'm the Doctor."
"You told me you were Mr. Smith," Oswald commented.
"Oh, did I? We-e-ell, that's a name that I go by sometimes."
"A fake identity?"
"Yep."
Oswald smirked. "I like you already."
He grinned, but it vanished a moment later. Moving her to one side, he went to the door of his bedroom and opened it.
"I wouldn't go in there if I were you!" Ozzy cautioned.
"Would you look at that," the Doctor said from inside. Pulling her apron up to her mouth and nose, Oswald stepped inside. The Doctor was standing in the middle of the living room, hands in his pockets, head tilted back. "Sprinkler system going…but no water coming out." He stuck one finger in the air, then brought it to his mouth and licked it. A thoughtful expression came over his face.
"Funny…tastes like…"
"Smells like dinner to me," Oswald interjected.
"What?"
"Your room smells like the spices that they use in the food at this hotel," Ozzy explained. "They're imported from the Silurian system. The Taskmaster is very pleased about that."
"Ooh, a 'Taskmaster'. Like, or maybe don't like, the sound of that. Who is this 'Taskmaster'?"
Oswald, however, was too busy thinking to worry about the fact that the Doctor couldn't remember his encounter with the Taskmaster earlier that evening.
"The Silvernian system. He didn't say 'Silurian system'. He said 'Silvernian system'. What's the difference? Why would he say Silvernian system? That couldn't have just been a slip of the tongue." She glanced over at the Doctor, who now looked completely clueless.
"What are you going on about, Ozzy?"
She grinned.
"I think you and I have some research to do," she said, spinning on her heel and walking quickly towards the elevator. "There's a spice mix-up that we need to clear up, and I have just the book for the job!"
"And the Taskmaster?"
Ozzy glanced back over her shoulder.
"I wouldn't worry about that. Something tells me that we'll meet him."
OHMYGOSHYOUGUYS!
I just put a very, VERY important reference into this chapter. *giggles manically*
Seriously, though; there's a piece of info in the chapter you just read that will be appearing again and again in my Doctor Who stories. You know, sort of like the whole "Silence will fall", and the "bees disappearing", and the "four knocks", and "Bad Wolf", ect., ect. Except that this isn't canon. And it may not be as awesome (although I personally think it's good enough to be made into an episode or two).
So, anyhoo; if you have any thoughts or opinions on what the important information might be, don't hesitate to give your opinion in the comments! Yes; it's all right to do it even when you're certain you know what the answer is.
I'll just sit here and wait to see what people think…