Can You Catch Me? Chapter 5, 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. or any of the songs mentioned or quoted in this. Author's Note: Anyways, now that that's over with, let's get back to the new nonsense. Also, this started out as one thing but by the end of it had completely changed from where I was going, so yeah that happened. I hope that the shift isn't too jarring, but yeah. This was not what I started out writing, but I can't say that I hate it because it was how I saw natural progression of the story. But then again, I'm not all that natural so it may just all come out of left field. Why do people say that anyways, why not right field? What's so special about the left field? I want somebody to answer that, although I doubt anybody is actually reading this and they just skipped to the part that was unbolded-italicized. So, why do I even bother writing these things? People don't actually read these. I guess I just want to artificially enhance my word count by putting aimless wandering about nothing in the hopes that people will read it and not think that the story itself is too short. Although there's always going to be somebody saying that it should have been longer because they just don't respect artistic integrity. I mean seriously, I end the story when I want to end the story. Why can't people just accept that? Sorry, sorry. That was a tangent. Which reminds me of the time that I reviewed Thor: The Dark World on YouTube and ended up having the review be an hour and a half long. I mean it, that was serious talking about the movie and going off on things. Well, this has gone completely bonkers so let's just get on with whatever this thing is. I mean, it's probably a story, but with how many days have spanned while writing this story it may just turn into the ramblings of a crazy person.

Skye was dying.

That much was known.

I guess we are now officially closer to the time when it happens.

Yeah, it's a shocker that you haven't kept attention enough to finish already.

Ignoring you. I hope that this next story will finally answer some questions.

Finally!

Let's get started.

Skye had a plan. It was a devious plan. It had every chance of backfiring on her. That calmed her, because if it had any chance of succeeding then she would fail. She tried to sneak around the Bus.

"What are you doing?" She heard Coulson ask.

Wait, when did Skye get on the Bus?

Quiet.

"Um. Nooooooooooothing." Skye said, trying to play it cool.

"Okay." Coulson said leaving her to her own business. Skye continued on to the main room.

"What are you doing?" Simmons asked.

"Um. Nooooooooooothing." Skye said, trying to play it cool.

"Okay." Simmons said. Skye got her plan in motion. She started the set up.

"What are you doing?" Fitz questioned.

"Um. Nooooooooooothing."

"Okay." Fitz told her, walking away. Skye didn't want any more interruptions. Luckily there was only one other person who could possibly come and ask her what she's doing.

"What are you doing?" May asked.

"Okay, make that two people."Skye thought.

"Um. Nooooooooooothing." Skye said.

"Okay." May said.

"Hmm, I expected that to be harder." Skye thought as she got back to work. She was about halfway done now. She just needed a little more time.

"What are you doing?" Ward asked.

"Um. Nooooooooooothing." Skye said for the umpteenth time. This was getting really annoying.

"Okay." Ward said as he left. Skye sighed and tried to get her plan all finished.

"Fitz, did you see Skye?" Simmons asked.

"Yep."

"Did you understand any of it?" She asked.

"Yep."

"What's going on?"

"She's planning a dance party." Fitz told her.

"What makes you say that?" Simmons asked incredulously.

"Balloons, streamers, a boombox, tons of CDs, and a dance mat. I think it's a dance party." Fitz said deadpan.

Did you just?

Shh!

"I did wonder what that stuff was for." Simmons said.

"Let's go see how far she is." Fitz said. The two of them had walked out into the main room where Skye was putting the finishing touches.

"See, told you." Fitz said as the layout was the perfect set up for a dance party.

"Fine, but it's not like we're actually going to dance." Simmons said.

"Aw, come on, this is a celebration time!" Skye said.

"Why?" Simmons asked.

"Well, today is the day that I consider my birthday." Skye said.

"You don't know your actual birthday?" Simmons asked.

"Not really. I know that it's sometime this month, but the actual day is a mystery. That's one of the perks of being an baby orphan dropped off at an orphanage without any paperwork. You get to choose most everything." Skye told them.

"Well, if you had told us we would've gotten you a present." Fitz said.

"Yeah, I know, but I really just want you guys to relax, and what's more relaxing than a dance party?!" Skye exclaimed.

"Not dancing." Simmons said to herself.

"Anyways, everything is ready. I picked out a CD per person so everybody can get the songs that they like.

"How do you know what songs we like?" Fitz asked.

"Online history." Skye said.

"How can you tell the difference between songs that we were curious about and which ones we actually like?" Simmons asked.

"Process of elimination. If the song has nothing to do with anything else in that search, I know that it's random, but if you specifically searched for it and then afterward check out more, then I can assume you liked it." Skye told them. "But don't worry, I only picked the songs that I though people could dance to."

"Okay then." Simmons said.

"Let's get started." Skye said happily.

Everybody was in the main room, albeit begrudgingly in some cases, *CoughMayWardCough*, but most of them just wanted to have a good time.

"Okay, so in order to find out who's music we'll listen to first, um, uh. I have a number between one and ten. Pick what you think is the closest." Skye said.

"Three." Fitz said.

"Seven." Simmons said soundly.

"Five." Coulson picked.

"One." May said.

"Nine." Ward told her.

"Hmm, odd. Sorry, bad joke." Skye said. "Oh, uh, it was three."

"It always is." Fitz said. Skye picked the track, on the mix CD that she made, for Fitz's music choices. The first song started.

"Fitz? Really?"

"Skye picked it. I guess it is one of the only happy upbeat songs from that."

"Laundry day. See you there. Underthings. Tumbling." The song began.

Seriously?!

Quiet, you!

"Well, let's dance." Skye said.

"How? This is a romantic song?" Fitz told her.

"So, it's not a slow song, let's just get started." Skye said getting out onto the dance mat. She started moving around in a dancing manner, but nobody there would exactly call it dancing.

"Why did you want to do this?" Ward asked.

"It's fun." Skye said.

"With my freeze ray I will stop the world." Fitz decided to just give in and he started moving his feet in a manner that matched the beat of the song. He may not be able to do much, but he didn't look bad. Simmons walked over to him and tried to copy him, but for being all outgoing and stuff, she didn't have rhythm.

"No, okay, watch." Fitz did his simple moves while Simmons watched. "Now you try." Simmons joined in, but she still wasn't any good at it.

"It's not a death ray or an ice beam, that's all Johnny Snow. I just think you need time to know that." The song continued. Fitz suddenly grabbed Simmons hands.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Yes." She said. He started leading her in a dance that scarily represented the dance from the movie-online-video-thing-it's-a-movie-let's-call-it-a-movie meaning that Fitz knows it well enough to actually copy the moves.

"Huh." Skye said, watching the two scientists. This was the last thing she suspected would happen, but what she hoped would happen. She knew that she could play matchmaker with the best of them, and that was already one couple down. Next she would get May and Coulson. Or not, May looks like she could kill Skye if she figured out that she set them up together.

"That's the plan, rule the world, you and me, any day. Love your hair." Skye then saw Fitz dip Simmons down, that definitely wasn't in the movie.

"So, was this your plan?" Ward asked.

"What? Why would you assume that I have a plan? I mean, come on. This is just my birthday party that FitzSimmons stole the show." Skye lied.

"It's not working." Ward said.

"Huh?"

"You can't lie to me." He told her.

"Yes I can." Skye said nodding her head.

"No you can't." Ward said.

"Yeah I can." Skye said, still nodding her head. The song had ended and up next was a fast paced song.

"Well, that happened." Simmons said as she looked at Fitz.

"Yeah." He said back. They got out of the way so that they others could do their thing.

"So, Skye, whose is this?" Coulson asked.

"I think it's yours. You, May, and Ward all have shockingly alike tastes in music. Which is weird." Skye said.

"I always did like this song." May said.

"Don't wanna wait 'til tomorrow. Why put it off another day?"

"Eh, not my favorite Halen." Ward said. May smirked at that and led Coulson onto the mat to show the young ones what they could do. Although, FitzSimmons wasn't exactly looking at them. They were too buys concentrating on each other. Skye noticed how cute the two of them looked together and that it took them her to get them together.

"So, should we tell them?" Fitz asked. Skye cocked her eyebrows at that.

"C'mon turn this thing around. Right now. It's your tomorrow. Right now." Coulson and May were doing it old-school to show off the dancing prowess that they had. Ward started bobbing his head to the beat. As much as this song didn't interest him, he did have to admit that it had a catchy beat. He felt like drinking some sort of crystal soda, but he didn't know why. (Yes, that was a Crystal Pepsi/Cinema Snob/Brad Jones/That commercial/Not See Cola reference. I don't know why I decided to put that in. Wait a minute. Now I'm rambling inside the story itself, wow, this is going great.)

"So, what now?" Skye heard Simmons ask.

Hold on, Hold on. Stop.

What?

Weren't you telling a story about how Skye had died? What does this have to do with anything?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

You forgot which story you were telling? Didn't you?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I am going to face-palm now.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Seriously. This was a waste of a chapter!

Can I finish my tangential story?

NO!

Ignoring you.

"Let's wait for the song to finish." Fitz told Simmons.

"'Til what?" Skye asked them, sneaking up on them.

"Nothing." They said guiltily.

"Okay." Skye said. The three of them just stood around until the song finished and May and Coulson got off of the mat.

"So, um, we already know about Skye and Ward, but there's something we forgot to mention." Fitz started.

"What?" Coulson asked, interested.

"We're dating." Simmons blurted out.

"Great. Two couples." May said dismissively.

"Anyways. It's my song now." Skye said.

"Girl I'm gonna take you on a date tonight. So put on your sexy dress and meet me in my chambers by the firelight. This night is gonna be the best of your life."

"Fitz?" Simmons asked.

"Yeah?"

"Isn't this that band with the theoretical physicist in it?"

"The one who dressed up like a ninja?" Fitz asked.

"Yeah." Simmons said.

"By the way do you mind if Ninja Brian joins us? He's promised not to kill anyone. Oh nevermind."

"So, Ward. May I have this dance?" Skye asked jokingly.

Ward grabbed Skye's hand and the two of them had started dancing.

I can't believe you.

What part of I want to finish this story do you not understand?

Why didn't you just tell this story elsewhere?

Because I don't tell stories elsewhere. The guy who is writing our scripts forces us to say this stuff and so I wanted to rebel. I mean, I don't want to see Skye die. Do you?

Well, no, but I mean he already promised that it'll happen, you can postpone it all you want, but the story will finish eventually. Everything ends. Even the life of family and friends. Everything ends. Even when it doesn't make sense.

Did you seriously just quote that at me?

Yes.

Okay, I promise to stay on track better if you let me finish. It's almost over.

Fine. Although I have no idea why this story in particular was so important.

Oh, I really just wanted to show off some of my favorite songs.

Wow.

Yeah. I'm petty like that.

Yes. Yes you are.

"It's a party of three. Welcome to my kingdom of Slamalot. You are the new queen. Please take your throne. Together we'll rule this majestic bedroom alone. Oh, hey Brian."

FitzSimmons were wondering why someone smart enough to be a theoretical physicist working at Queen Mary, University of London would do something like this. That got them thinking about how they could do something like that. Although they probably wouldn't be as good as this.

"This reminds me of the time that I died." Skye whispered to Ward. He opened his eyes wide.

"I thought we mentioned that we wouldn't talk about that." Ward said.

"My vitals dropped so much. It was amazing." She told him.

"Skye!" Ward said, trying to keep that situation under control.

"Don't worry. They'll never know." Skye said. The song ended and it was Simmons' choice next.

"You know. I'm tired." Skye said. "I think this party worked out better than I thought it would, so that's all." Skye left everyone. She then put her head back through the door.

"Oh, and it's not my birthday. That's in four months. I just couldn't wait. Sorry!" Skye ran as quick as she could to her room and shut the door.

And there. It's finished.

That's it. The big twist is that she was lying about her birthday? The author of that ran out of twists.

Hey!

Exactly.

Well then. I guess next chapter we'll just get back on track.

All of this story's fans are going to hate this chapter. Don't be surprised if people stop reading this entire story because of this tangent.

The readers who can make it this far will probably accept the fact that a basically unrelated one-shot made their way into the story, distracting the narrators from telling the actual story.

You. I was not distracted. You were distracted. I just don't tell the story because apparently I get everything wrong. If you want to tell the story. Tell it. You better hurry though. People are starting to understand that the writer is completely out of ideas.

I'm not the writer! DeweyFinn21 is! I just read the stories so that others can see them.

So, today's story.

Okay, that one was me, but still.

We need to end this chapter. Now.

Fine!

We are getting nowhere!

I know!

Let's just end it!

So, I hope that you liked this chapter. Although if you didn't I completely understand. Anyways, please review and tell me if you think that I should just get on with it, or make this story take forever. I really could go any way. So, tell me what you thought and I'll take it into consideration.