Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D./Lost Girl crossover drabbles
Disclaimer: see the first chapter.
11) Teasing
…Lash stood before the portal, the portal that none of the agents had ever noticed before, (including the Koenigs, most of whom were worse for wear at the moment, BTW), looking massive and huge, solid and dark, black rather than green, but clearly completely insane regardless. The fact that he had May bound next to him did not help the situation either.
"Lash! Andrew! Whatever your name is! Stop this madness and surrender!" Daisy snapped, trying to hide her awareness of the fact that even if she and Lincoln teamed up with Joey, they still might not be able to stop the other InHuman. "It doesn't have to be this way!"
"You want Melinda and I?" the other InHuman in question laughed, and in a bad manner. "Then come and get me!"
"Why?" Lincoln called out, even as he tried in vain to figure a better vantage point from which to attack Lash. "Why not fight us here and now?"
"I got bored and tired while dealing with the Koenigs," Lash shrugged, "and am looking for a new scenery. One of the saving graces of these fighting games is the changing scenery, you know?"
"…You know, I feel that we should be even more insulted and irritated than the obvious, for some reason," one of the still-surviving Koenigs muttered to another one.
"You mean the fact that you couldn't detect the portal until I pointed it out to you isn't enough?" Lash smirked, showing-off his fangs.
"…Yes," the Koenig who spoke looked away in shame. "Somehow we don't think that it is."
"…You're just stupidly insane," Lash finally made his decision. "Have nice lives – I'm leaving. With Melinda."
"You know that she won't ever love you-" Daisy tried to reason with Lash for one last time. "Not after this-"
"Oh, it isn't about love anymore," Lash replied dismissively, grabbed May and jumped through the portal.
"…Wow, Dr. Garner is really an asshole," Lance finally spoke. "What do we do now? Rush in blindly or-"
Lincoln walked over to the portal and looked into it, and through it. "I don't think that rushing in would be such a bad idea," he spoke once he got back out. "The other side? It looks a lot like New England, or maybe Canada…"
"But isn't Canada a sovereign nation from the United States?" one of the surviving Koenigs muttered. Lance just kicked him, and with the rest of his people, he went into the portal to take a look of what was waiting on the other side for real.
…When Leo Fitz arrived with news that he just might have found a new way to rescue Simmons, they were all gone.
12) Déjà vu
The weather…actually could not decide where it wanted to go, even though the northern summer was in the full swing now. The sun was shining even as thunder was rumbling in the distance; the wind was quite cool while the weather itself in general was hot and sweaty.
"I'm thinking," Kara told Grant as the pair looked over the various flowers in a flower store, "that Dyson is jealous of Tamsin, pure and simple, hence why he's such a jerk towards her."
"I have to disagree," Grant replied, apologetically. "I don't want to take sides, and I'm advising you against doing that too, but I've met Bo, just as you have, and whatever it is that Dyson has with her? He doesn't have it with Tamsin, sorry."
"Meh, don't – we should feel sorry for Tamsin instead," Kara muttered. "Been there, done that, you know?"
"Yes, I do," Grant looked outside. "Kara, can we go? I am not enjoying this – it reminds me too much of the time when Coulson and the rest of his people appeared in Mexico and things almost fell apart. Remember? Lately, I have been feeling a similar vibe and everything-"
"Nonsense, it's just nerves," Kara spoke brightly – perhaps too brightly. "Things have been smooth so far – why should they go wrong now –"
"Um, excuse me?" Bobbi Morse walked into the store, looking professional rather than lost, (though this might not have been true on the inside). "We're looking for a friend of ours…" she produced a photo of May.
There was a pause during which the trio just stared at each other in shock and then Kara turned around, hugged Grant, and began to sob:
"And we were so close!"
"…Barbara," Grant gave the other woman a very hostile look. "We're having a very bad case of déjà vu here, and so it really is the only reason why we don't crumple up you and your photo and throw you out. …Also, WTF has happened to May?"
13) Persistence
"Barbara, please! Go away! We're done!" Grant muttered as he took Kara home, (where their pet was waiting for a change), and Bobbi was still following them, at a safe distance or otherwise. "Well, you and Kara are done, and you and I – we haven't even started. I thought once about having you apologize to Kara, but after Simmons tried to kill me with a splinter bomb? I decided that things just went down the wrong turn for some reason and offered Kara to call it quits before anyone got hurt. She accepted, so here we are…and now here you are…why?"
"Because May's husband was actually this very dangerous InHuman called Lash, who ran around killing other InHumans," Bobbi muttered, coming closer, but not too close. Fortunately, after the recent heavy rain there were few people on the streets, and it was evening, which mattered too, so no one could really overhear them, which was a good thing, because Canada wasn't keyed to handle InHumans yet, (and neither was the rest of the world, but still)…
"We cornered him, but he escaped here, to this world," she continued. "I don't know how it compares to ours-"
"Morse? I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this was a low-level portal, one that travels only through space – they had been designed by S.H.I.E.L.D. in Fury's time, and were discontinued after some incident that was beyond our classification at that time," Grant sighed. "This is our tech, not alien or whatever one. Therefore, no extra damage control should apply. We're in Canada, BTW."
"Oh," Bobbi actually sounded disappointed that they had not crossed any particular realities, just the fabric of space. (She also suspected that normally the FitzSimmons would top this sort of creation while hardly trying, but these days the FitzSimmons situation was not particularly normal – oops. They messed up).
"Um, so why would Lash come here, again?" Kara finally decided to join the conversation – Bobbi's persistence had paid off, it seemed.
"We have no idea!" Bobbi confessed. "I mean, he's an idiot, yes – he kidnapped May while the two of them were already in a relationship-"
"May is in love with Coulson, so maybe Lash, or whatever his name was, decided to do something different and new?" Grant muttered. "Oh, Hell no-"
"Hell no what?" Daisy muttered, as she approached them. "Bobbi, Lance and Lincoln actually got into a squabble over a credit card-"
"Daisy, we're actually in Canada, and your ex isn't happy to see any of us," Bobbi sighed. "What about the credit card? It isn't actually one of mine, is it?"
"My ex? What are you talking about…?" Daisy caught the sight of Grant and Kara, neither of whom seemed happy to see her, and groaned. "Oh, Hell no! Bobbi, what is this place?"
"Canada."
14) Alternatives?
Tamsin was not enjoying her day off. Oh sure, on the surface it was a typical Toronto day – not too warm, not too nice, the local church service had woken her too early, there might be an actual tornado warning in the works, Dyson was correct and she probably would have to break up with her new friends just because-
Her cellphone rang. "Yes?" she muttered into it.
"Hey!" Kara's voice came from the receiver. "Sorry to bother you, especially since we got personal problems of our own; it's just that you're walking down the street looking gloomier than this evening, so yeah?"
Tamsin blinked and looked upwards. The sky was a mess of cloud cover and clear sky, which, coupled with the sunset elements, (i.e. the color of the clear sky) did create a rather Middle-Earth effect – not that she would ever admit it to anyone else; the Fae had some mixed views regarding the Professor's masterpiece creation, so there was that-
"How did you know that I was 'gloomy'?" she muttered into her phone. One of ear-splitting whistles of Grant's was her answer. She looked across the street – and there they were, sitting with several other people…and none of them looked happy, Grant and Kara included…
Making some sort of a split decision Tamsin walked across the street and sat next to them. (The fact that there was no real traffic at this time helped, for otherwise the Valkyrie might've ended up in a hospital instead – the Fae were just as vulnerable to badly driven car as the humans were…or the InHumans).
"So, what am I missing?" she asked instead.
"Those are some people that we knew," Kara said, her usual good cheer gone once more. "They are looking for a friend of theirs. Did you see her around?" she produced a photo of an Asian woman, slightly older than her, looking in a scowling manner, even on a photo.
"No," Tamsin shook her head. "No one like this has appeared in the news or the police forecast or anything like this. Got more to add?"
"If you were a homicidally crazy troll that on occasion could turn into a regular human, where would you go?" Grant asked, thoughtfully.
Tamsin blinked. "This sounds oddly specific. Um, troll? If he was new in town, he would go to Evonne's, not everybody still knows that she is not the Morrigan anymore… Wait. You people are human; you are not supposed to know about this. Can you forget the last part?"
"Is this Evonne human?" Grant asked quietly.
"Well, yes, but-" Tamsin did some mental imagery as to what would happen if Evonne would do some of her old attitude to a potentially homicidal and crazy troll and didn't like it. "I got to go!" she hurriedly got up.
"Please. Daisy and her team can handle Lash. Tell us where to go too," Grant continued to speak in the same quiet tone of voice, and surprisingly, Tamsin complied.
15) Impatience
Melinda May was not an impatient woman. Not really. Quite the opposite, in truth, so the fact that she was actually getting impatient showed just how bad things were getting – in her opinion. Sadly, her opinion was not asked for by anyone; actually, there really was not 'anyone' around, at least not at the moment.
To be honest, Melinda had to admit that as far as S.H.I.E.L.D. messes went, this one was getting to the embarrassingly surreal end of that spectrum; first, there was the bizarre altercation of her soon-to-be-officially-ex-husband with the Koenigs, then there was the not-quite-portal thing, and now-
Well, after the strange trip through a portal of some sort, (and Melinda swore that she remembered Maria Hill talk about this sort of S.H.I.E.L.D. invention some time in the past before the Bus and everything, hm), they ended up in a city that looked, well, ordinary, kind of almost New English, but not quite; Melinda was certain that she even knew it, at least theoretically, but she didn't have time to ponder, as Andrew/Lash had acquired a car through means that she would rather not know about, and then took her for a ride here, wherever here was, other than a fairly ordinary-looking posh mansion…
As a matter of fact, Melinda May was of two minds, here and now. On one hand, common sense decreed that she should escape and figure out where she was all by herself. Odds were, she was actually still on the same planet and in the same dimension, because the most extraordinary thing here so far was Lash/Andrew, and she could handle him. Probably. So, on the other-
"So. You're the woman, hah?" a voice startled Melinda from her thoughts; she looked around – she was still tied down and gagged, though she did begin to work on the former, BTW – and saw a woman. A completely ordinary woman, rather good-looking, dark-haired, possibly too fond of the color red in her clothing…a completely civilian woman, an arrogant and obnoxious one too. "Nice to meet you. I'm Evonne, and I'm an associate of your husband's."
Melinda glared. She was still gagged, so she could only hope that her glare would be identified as pissed off, annoyed and unimpressed, something that was admittedly tricky given that she was still bound.
"Yeah, not impressed and don't care, I see," the other woman – Evonne – shrugged. "Fair enough, it's mutual, and Garner can be a grade-a douche canoe in his own right, from what I've seen. Anyhow, it will not take long, especially for you-" she paused and face-palmed. "Right, the gag. Let us try again. Melinda – you do not mind that we have gone onto first name here – you are just like Andrew. You are Fae, an InHuman, a Sub-Terrestrial, whatever people are calling you. You have done a lot of work of being human, to the point that even the International Watchers' Council is unaware of your status – and I have seen the scars myself. They are on your back," Evonne specified. "Fair enough, though judging by what Andrew told me about your family and especially your parents, this sort of thing has been taking place in your family for generations, a tradition, which is fine, though it does open the question just how much of your participation of it was cognizant and voluntary…"
Melinda kept her face blank and poker, but it gotten harder.
"Anyhow," Evonne continued, "this is where I get involved – or is it got involved? Never mind. Basically, I was a Fae, and then Lauren turned me into a human? Can you imagine? Me, as a human? With just a few short decades left to live? Unacceptable! And this is where the two of you come in. Both of you are Fae, though unlike your husband, your nature was tightly bound – tradition, right? Human-Fae intermarriage and all that rot?"
Right now Melinda was actually grateful for the gag, as she really did not want to talk here about this topic – or anywhere else, really.
"And this is where we come in, me and Lauren," Evonne continued brightly. "See, I don't want to be a human, whereas your husband – or perhaps your ex-husband – would rather be. That is okay, but he decided to take you for a ride. That is not okay, I agree, but I do not like you either. I do not know what kind of Fae you are, probably a hengeyokai of some sort, but I do not care. I don't like it when Fae restrict themselves for humans' sake – that's why I was the Morrigan all this time and not some Ash." She looked Melinda right in the eye and the latter understood that while this 'Morrigan' was obnoxious and arrogant, she was also ruthlessly competent and clever – and right now Melinda was at a disadvantage. Not good.
"Where was I?" Evonne became aware that she was drifting away from her topic and checked herself. "Right. I was the Morrigan and I remembered the traditions – still do, actually. In these circumstances, you must always have a choice. Here is the thing. I am aware that I am going the unnecessary extra mile here and dealing with Lauren after this will be anything but amusing, but it just might be worth it. Therefore, here is the choice. After you are loaded into the machine – okay, after we all are loaded into the machine, it'll be up to you to decide whether you will keep your inner Fae, or not. Dealing with Lauren if my plan works completely will not be amusing, but it will be worthwhile. You, and your life, on the other hand, aren't."
Something must have slipped through Melinda's façade into her eyes, because the other woman…shrugged. "Don't look at me," Evonne shrugged. "I mean, if you were using your Fae heritage to cruise through your human life – it'd be one thing. Many Fae do that, and most of them work for me… or for the other Dark Fae leaders, I suppose. However, you genuinely tried to be human even when it went against your nature…you persevered. I cannot respect that – no Fae can. So I'm taking you out of the system." She paused. "Also, this unpleasant can be avoided – you really should agree not to resist or to do anything stupid should you be untied. I am only concluding your destiny. You don't want to be Fae? You shall not be Fae…so instead maybe you should not be lying around but already working with my lawyers regarding your divorce from Garner? Fae or human, he's still a crazy asshole…" she trailed away. "Never mind. Americans! You want to be difficult? Continue to lie around – Lauren should be here shortly. And remember – you do have a choice." She turned around and left.
Outside, the weather took a turn for the worse, again – a new thunderstorm was almost upon Toronto…
16) Storm
The rain was coming down now hard and fast, and not in a good way. The sun was gone for good now, the evening was turning into a full-time night, the sky was still overcast…not a good night for a mission, period, especially one that was not so, um, orthodox, (though not by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s standards, BTW), cough.
"This is ridiculous!" Tamsin huffed. "Ever since she got turned into a human, Evonne did become more cooperative, sensible, and – so on! These days she wouldn't ally herself with a homicidal ogre, she's far too clever – and cowardly, for that!" she told Grant and Kara, who were flanking her, (and pointedly ignoring the others). "Also, what is going on between you and your friends?"
"Former friends," Grant said simply. "In the past, I made some bad choices, so did Kara, and so did they, and especially Morse. So that part of our lives is over, I reckon."
"And whose fault is that?" Daisy called out crossly – somehow their recent discovery of Ward and the former agent 33 did not sit well with her; come to think of it, it didn't sit well with anyone – it was one thing when one's enemies are gone for good, it's another when they have just left to live new lives in another country…and used the forgotten, (or abandoned), S.H.I.E.L.D. technology to cover their tracks for good. Somehow, it just was not the same.
"Who said that it was anyone's fault? Who said that it was a 'fault', period?" Kara called-out instead. "If we'd agreed to Coulson's offer of the T.A.H.I.T.I. protocol instead of doing it our way, there would've been much difference in the outcome?"
"Hey, who said anything about it being a 'we'?" Daisy glared at the other woman. "Ward was the one who was Hydra from the start – you could've easily gotten your old job back if you didn't decide to throw your fate with him-"
"What makes you think that I wanted my old job back?" Kara did not back down. "After everything that went down in my life for the last few months?" Now she and Daisy were glaring at each other, the initial mission – to rescue May from Andrew – clearly sidelined. "I know that you don't know it, but I'm enjoying being a civilian these days."
"…" Daisy backed down – slightly. "Sorry," she finally confessed. "I guess that we just were used to referring to you as agent 33 that we didn't think that you would leave it all behind instead. Apparently it was a big deal in S.H.I.E.L.D., especially in the old version, so Coulson probably didn't assume that you would want to leave it all behind just because-"
"Coulson didn't know me, and besides, he is an asshole," Kara snapped. "Where is he, anyhow? Isn't he and Melinda like that?"
"Um-"
Sadly, the rest of Daisy's reply was drowned-out by the thunderstorm…
17) Concert
Meanwhile…
"…This is fun!" Coulson whispered to Rosalind Price (on their date).
"I know!" Rosalind whispered back, (they were attending a concert at this time). "This is seriously exciting!"
Coulson's cellphone vibrated, notifying him that a message was left in its' voice mail, but he ignored it. Rosalind whispering into his ear was much more exciting, anyhow.
18) Legend
"…And this," Evonne finished with a flourish, "is the legendary machine that is going to make it all possible!"
No reply was forthcoming, sadly – Lauren was not here thus far, (and even if she were, she would not have been able to reply: Evonne did not want to converse with her yet), Melinda, apparently, did not want to talk to her, and neither did Andrew Garner, though for somewhat different reasons, supposedly.
Evonne shook her head. As far as she was concerned, she did not know just who had handled their Fae nature worse – Garner or his wife (or was it his ex-wife?). Garner seemed to have embraced it from desperation, (and what Jiaying had been thinking when she brought him into the fold? The man was clearly desperately unstable even before everything!), whereas his wife seemed to have gone willingly into her bindings, and as Evonne had told her earlier, was considering herself to be completely human – and that was something that the former Morrigan just couldn't tolerate.
Of course, if all went down according to her plan, the 'former' part of her rank might soon be gone, again, and Evonne would be the Morrigan of the local Dark Fae once for real, and not as a fraud; in fact, she could've been that for a while now, but after listening to Garner, she decided to go an extra mile and to teach Lauren a lesson – that you do not one-up the Morrigan, no matter how brilliant you can be.
Dr. Lauren was brilliant; brilliant enough for the Morrigan decide to 'cultivate' her and a relationship with her; if the Blood King and his family can screw anyone and anything without much thought of consequences, why couldn't she? (Not to mention that, as a Fae, Evonne could not impregnate anyone either – that too was important in a relationship). And so she began to do just that, until when Lauren turned around and bit the proverbial hand – in a manner worthy of any Fae, but especially a Dark one.
…Of course, the end game of Lauren's coup was remarkably shortsighted, but that was humans for you; Evonne did not mind, but began to plan her revenge, and now it was almost upon her. Lauren turned her human? Evonne will turn her into Fae and let us see how she liked it! She will be overcome as humans tended to be in such circumstances, and Evonne would dispose of her accordingly and that would be the end of this, or she will not be, and Evonne will actually have a promising Dark Fae who had owned her one – and a big one. Win-win for the Morrigan all around.
…And yes, Melinda May could always throw the proverbial wrench into the works and keep her Fae heritage, but Evonne was not sure of that. She has met the type before – contrary to the end; if Evonne had told her that Melinda couldn't keep her Fae heritage no matter what, Melinda would've fought to keep it for herself just on principle, but now that Melinda knew that she had options, she wouldn't. All that contrariness aside, Melinda May clearly had a good idea of who she was, and that someone was a human – and a member of some paramilitary agency or another – and not a hengeyokai of the avian kind. As such, as soon as she understood that she did have the option of being fully restored to her proper Fae glory she did not go for it, which meant – as far as Evonne was concerned – that she did not want to, not really. Well, bully for her! At least Andrew 'tried' to embrace his Fae heritage; he just proved to be an idiot with it.
There was some sort of noise in the corridor. Evonne smiled in satisfaction: her current minions had delivered Dr. Lauren to her at last!..
19) Conflict
A brief battle later…
"Aw, my nose! Aw, my face!" Evonne yelled as Lauren (and the others) glared at her very disapprovingly, (while Lincoln and Daisy were busy getting May out of Evonne's contraption – they have already dealt with Lash). "Lauren, I can explain everything!"
"Start talking," Lauren glared at the other woman. "You can start with why your mooks have kidnapped me in the first place?"
"A miscalculation," Evonne shrugged. "I should've just tricked you in the first place, but I guess that Andrew, or Lash, rubbed off on me in the wrong manner-"
"Is that what he did?" Tamsin sarcastically asked. "Here we were worried that the homicidal troll just might kill you instead if you approached him in the wrong way-"
"Oh, you did? Hah. Humans must be rubbing off of you," Evonne did not look the Valkyrie, (or Lauren, or even Dyson), in the eye. "I had everything under control!"
"And did this include kidnapping another human-"
"Melinda isn't just Andrew's wife, she's also Fae – just a bound one," Evonne shrugged. "She just doesn't know what she wants – to get rid of her Fae nature for good or to embrace its' full potential after all these years." She paused and added, to no one in particular: "And while I loathe her for the fact of trying to be genuinely human all these years, I have to admit that if her example of embracing came from her ex-husband, then I can understand why she is reluctant to embrace it as well. Everything matters."
"Up yours!" Melinda said gruffly as Daisy and Lincoln had finally untangled her.
"Pass," Evonne's smile had no humor in it. "I may not like Dr. Lauren here for turning me into a human, but regardless of this, she is still the better woman than you'll ever be by far, human or Fae. Understand?"
There was a very particular kind of silence following her words.
"Let the grudge match begin," Grant commented to Kara in Spanish…
20) Endurance
"I will survive, I will endure," Jemma Simmons muttered as she sat in an alien wasteland. "I will survive, I swear!.."
TBC
