Can You Catch Me? Chapter 4, an agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. fanfic

Can You Catch Me?

By DeweyFinn21

Disclaimer: I don't own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Really. I mean it.

Skye was dying.

That much was known.

Look. I'm trying to get as much out of the original narrator as I can. He ran out of the booth, er, room, whatever we're using to get this onto the FanFiction page you are currently on. Not even I'm sure how it actually happens and I hope that I don't screw it up by cussing. You know I just have the feeling that I'll mess up and damn myself. Oh bloody hell, you know what. Just try and start the story.

...

What do you mean I have to tell the story? How do I tell the story? Oh, well. Um. Where was he? What do you mean you don't know. This story isn't that hard to tell! Who was he focusing on at least, that'll tell me where he was if he was focusing on the right character. Okay, FitzSimmons. Why is he focusing on FitzSimmons, they have nothing to do with the main crux of the story. Oh, he promised The Pursuit Of Happyness. Okay. So that's why he's focusing on them. So, how do I go? Um...

"What are we doing here?" Simmons asked.

"The pet store may have some very useful information." Fitz said. They walked through the door and saw the shopkeeper watching the tiny TV on the counter. It was showing the Will Smith movie The Pursuit Of Happyness.

"Hello?" Fitz asked.

"What do you want?"

"Um, have you been robbed recently?"

"No."

"Oh. Well, do you have any monkeys?" Fitz asked.

"Yeah. I got one. It's no good to me. You can have it for twenty dollars." The shopkeeper said.

"Sold!" Fitz said excitedly.

Skye and Ward were walking.

"Um, you know." Skye started.

"What?" Ward said.

Stop. Stop. I'm back. This is not how any of it happened. Let's start again.

Skye was dying.

That much was known.

That's not what I meant!

Skye was dying.

That much was known.

I hope that you guys can even understand this story considering that she completely messed up the entire story.

Fitz and Simmons arrived at a shop.

"Fitz. This is a pet store."

"Yeah."

"Why are we here? This wasn't attacked."

"I've got a hunch." Fitz told her. They walked into the store and walked to the counter. The store owner was standing behind the counter.

"What would you like?" He asked.

"Were you under any unusual circumstances lately?" Fitz asked.

"No." The owner told them.

"Oh, well, if you are, just give me a call." Fitz said.

"I don't know your number."

"911, and we shouldn't be far behind." Fitz told him.

"Oh, so you're a cop?"

"Yes." Fitz sorta lied as Simmons eyes opened wide. She pulled him to the side and started getting on to him in whispers.

"Impersonating a police officer is an offense. You can go to jail!"

"We are technically government cops. So it's fine. We'll be good." Fitz said as the two of them turned to the owner.

"So, do you want to buy anything?"

"Do you have any monkeys?" Fitz asked jokingly.

"I got one. He's twenty bucks."

"Really?" Fitz asked.

"No." Simmons said.

"But." Fitz started.

"No."

"I'll pay for it myself!" He whined.

"No."

"Come on!"

"No."

"I'll take it." He told the owner. He went to go find the monkey.

"Fitz! We're on a mission! You can't buy a monkey while on the mission!" Simmons exclaimed. The owner came back. On his shoulder was a brown Capuchin monkey.

"How do you have that?" Simmons asked.

"Somebody came in here and dropped it off. We also double as an animal shelter. Most people here can't afford to keep a monkey." The owner explained.

"Oh. Well now I've finally got a monkey." Fitz said.

"Great." Simmons said sarcastically.

So, that was that chapter.

Wait, I thought The Pursuit Of Happyness came at the pet store.

No, that was the hotel.

Oh, right. Right. Wait. You weren't there for most of the events.

Neither were you.

Why do we have to tell this story?

Well it was only me, but you know my memory. I can't figure out what goes where and with who. The only thing I remember is that Skye dies.

But wait. How does that work? She's still alive and this happened in the past.

Well, she did. I remember something about her doing that.

Well. In a sense of the word.

Is it like the alternate ending of Sweet Home Alabama?

No, I don't think it was that severe.

Then how?

You're the story teller. Tell the story.

Ugh. You want me to actually work.

Yes.

Fine.

So, you'll do it.

What part of fine do you not understand?

You don't have to be mean about it.

Mean? I'm not mean. I'm just snarky. There's a difference between being mean and being snarky.

Shut up.

No, you.

No, me.

Yes. You.

What? Damn it.

Hey! No cussing. This is a family show! With sex and violence, but no cursing!

That's really weird.

So. Yeah. I think we're done for today.

So, I hope that you enjoyed that chapter. I thought that I would shake it up a little, because this story wasn't confusing enough already. ;) Anyways. Please review and tell me what you thought of this chapter. I'm glad that I can update stories again, because lately I've been suffering from writer's block. Even though I'm not really a writer. Anyways. That's all for this time.