GLADES Chapter 3: I'm A Fight A Man, a Glades + Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Crossover fanfic

G.L.A.D.E.S.

Disclaimer:
Y'all know the drill, b'now...

Rating:
T

Genre:
Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Pairings:
Coulsye
Shawkeye

Lyrics Used:
Rihanna "Breakin' Dishes"
Of the Rescue "Rescue Me"

I'm A Fight A Man

I don't know who you think I am | I don't know who you think I am | I don't know who you think I am | I don't know who you think I am

"Sir, I'm afraid you can't be here." Agent Ward warned when he saw a civilian walking on to The Bus.

"Actually, I believe I can." Detective Jim Longworth argued, smugly.

"On who's authority?" Ward challenged, in absolutely no mood for any games, at the moment.

"On mine." Shaelynn Longworth interjected, just as smugly as her father as she appeared behind him. "Special Agent Shaelynn Longworth." She introduced herself, proudly. "This is my father, Detective Jim Longworth with the FDLE homicide unit."

"What's a homicide detective doing here?" Ward all but snarled. "Skye's not dead, yet." Stepping directly into Shaelynn's face, he hissed. "Even if she was...It's a S.H.I.E.L.D. investigation. Not something for some low-level civilian cop."

"This isn't about Skye." Shaelynn replied, not once wavering under the other specialist's intense behavior. "This is about Ian Quinn. And, my father is a material witness in the investigation."

Stepping back, slightly, Ward was still hesitant. "How so?"

"Two years ago, my father was shot by a mystery shooter while en route to his own wedding." Shaelynn began, recalling what should have been the happiest day of her father's life. "Now, luckily for him, his now wife, Callie, knew him well enough to know that my father will-eventually-be late to his own funeral, one of these days..." She joked, hoping to lighten the heavy mood on The Bus. "So, she asked me to tail him until he arrived at the wedding. So, although I was unable to get a look at the shooter, I was able to get my father the medical attention he needed in time to save his life." She continued. "But, the ballistics report on the shell casings that Coulson found on the floor next to Skye matched the casings found at the scene of my dad's shooting."

"Meaning they had to have been fired from the same gun." Ward deduced.

"Precisely." Shaelynn finished. "Which is why I've talked Director Fury into allowing my father his right to confront his attacker."

"You sure that's wise?" Ward asked, carefully.

"Not at all." Shaelynn replied, amused by her father's petulant reaction which she effectively silenced with a wave of her hand. "But, I see no harm in allowing him to view the security camera feed of the interrogation." She reasoned. "At least allow him the satisfaction of seeing Quinn get his comeuppance."

"You do exactly as we when we say it." Ward barked, turning his head to the homicide detective. "Got it?"

"Oh, I think we all know that's not gonna happen." Jim replied, smugly, knowing his pension for shenanigans.

Before Ward could argue, Shaelynn interjected, yet again. "He's right." She conceded. "I know my father. He's not likely to take orders from you or Coulson or any of your team." She admitted. "But, he will listen to me." She finished, glaring at her father in a way that dared him to cross her.

Oh, I know that look...Jim thought to himself. He knew he'd best behave himself or else there'd be hell to pay. "She's right. Whatever Shae says, goes." He told the other specialist, earnestly.

"All right, then..." Ward finally relinquished, taking off in the direction of the cockpit. Before Shaelynn or Jim could say or do anything, they were rudely interrupted.

"He deserves to die! Not her!" Agent May cried in an uncharacteristic display of emotion.

"That's why Shaelynn is here!" Phil replied before doing a double-take when he saw the man with Shaelynn on The Bus. "Detective Longworth." He greeted. "What are you doing here?"

"I brought my father with me as a material witness." Shaelynn interjected in her father's defense. "After I spoke with you at the Trauma Zentrum in Zurich, I went to the forensics lab to retrieve the ballistics analysis. Once I read the report, they noted that they matched the shellcasings you found on the floor next to Skye to another shooting."

"What other shooting?" Jemma Simmons inquired, curiously.

"Mine." Jim replied.

"Yours?" Leo Fitz questioned.

"Yes, Agent Fitz." Shaelynn added. "You see, as I was explaining to Agent Ward, two years ago, my father was en route to his own wedding when he was shot by an unknown gunman. Unknown until today. That's why my dad is here, with us. I've brought him on as a material witness to the Ian Quinn investigation as a prior victim."

"And, you think that was your call to make?!" May challenged before Coulson shut her down.

"As a matter of fact, it was." The senior agent interjected, defending his former partner's decision. "As of the moment Shaelynn visited us in the Trauma Zentrum, I handed the case off to her."

"Have you lost your damn mind, Phil?!" May screeched. "I need to see him suffer for what he did!"

"Agreed." Coulson replied. "But, right now, Quinn doesn't matter. Only Skye does." He elaborated. "That's why I gave the investigation to Shaelynn. She'll make him suffer in ways only she can devise. Meanwhile, we'll be free to focus on finding a cure. A treatment that can save Skye. And, I need you to pilot the plane."

"You heard what the doctor said!" May cried, the tracks of her tears glistening on her cheeks.

"She said there was nothing they could do for her." Coulson countered leaving Shaelynn, Jim and the rest of the group feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the argument. "But, there are doctors that brought me back from the dead. If they can do that, I'm betting they can save Skye." He reasoned giving everyone around him reason for pause. "That is why I handed the investigation off to Shaelynn. Our concern, right now, is finding those doctors! The treatments they used! And, saving Skye!"

Finally, Shaelynn'd had enough. "Ya know, you're not the only one close to one of Quinn's victims, May!" She snapped, daring to stand directly in the pilot's personal space. "That bastard shot my father on what should have been the happiest day of his life!" She snarled, moving in even closer on the pilot. "That worthless sack a shit shot my dad on his wedding day!" She hissed. "So, don't even act like you're the only one hurt by Quinn's actions!"

Unwilling to put up with the specialist's attitude, May raised a fist to punch her square in the face only to find her arm twisted excruciatingly painfully behind her back and her face smashed against the coffee table. "Oh!" Jim cringed at his daughter's cat-like reflexes. Even he hadn't she'd had it in her. "Damn!"

"If you're gonna come to the play yard, Agent May..." Shaelynn taunted before leaning over the pilot-holding her firmly in place-before hissing directly into her ear. "Then, be prepared to fucking play..."

"SHAELYNN!" Coulson barked, calling his former partner off of his partner. "I understand we're all a little tightly wound, right now..." Phil conceded as Shaelyn finally raised herself off the pilot, letting her go free with a glare daring her to try something else. "But, fighting each other won't save Skye."

"You're right." Shaelynn conceded. "I'm sorry." She apologized, sincerely, softening her stare toward the pilot.

"Good..." Coulson replied, subconsciously straightening his suit. "Now...everyone...Get back to work..."

Special Agent Shaelynn Longworth took off down toward The Cage, metaphorical steam pouring from her ears until her eyes landed on a comfortingly familiar form dropping down from a vent. "Agent Barton."

"Agent Longworth." He grinned cheekily.

"You know it's dangerous for you to be on this plane." Shaelynn warned, though her smirk belied her tone. He knew she was happy to see her. "Phil can't know that I read you in on his resurrection."

"And, miss a chance to see you in action?" Clint grinned cheekily. "Not in a million years."

Shaelynn Longworth walked inside The Cage where Ian Quinn was being held with her beloved archer right behind her. As much as he wanted a piece of Quinn's ass for hurting Coulson, he knew his girl could do far worse to torture him. Especially given the added motive of Quinn shooting her father. So, he just sat down in the chair against the wall and settled in to enjoy the show. "And, here, I was hoping to-AGH!" Before Quinn get his smart-ass comment out, he found his face smashed against the cold steel table. "You can't-"

"Why?" Shaelyn hissed, dangerously, her face so close that Quinn felt her warm breath drying the blood trickling from his nose. "Because you're defenseless?" Ripping the chair from underneath him, Shaelynn threw the thing across the room with a loud clatter-leaving Hawkeye just enough time to dodge the flying furniture. As Quinn crashed to the floor, he screamed in agony as a steel-toed boot smashed his most sensitive area. Grabbing his shirt collar, she dragged Quinn up mere inches from her face as she snarled. "Like she was?" Before Quinn could reply, a surprisingly strong and solid fist collided with his face.

Turning to look to Hawkeye, Quinn begged "You just gonna let her treat me like this?" That remark earned Quinn a bitch slap across the face.

"What's the matter, Quinn?" Shaelynn taunted. "What? You're not man enough to attack a woman when she expects it?" A kick to the gut caused Quinn to sputter and cough up blood as he was fairly certain at least one rib had snapped. "Are you really that much of a pussy that you can only shoot an unarmed woman?"

It feels like I'm drowning | Without an extra life, tonight

Watching the ICU pod being loaded onto the plane, Jim carefully approached Phil. "She's so young..." He mused, taking in the form of the young Chinese-American woman lying unconscious in the bed with all kinds of machines hooked up to her.

"Twenty-four." Coulson responded in a dead, haunting voice. A voice that gave Jim chills.

"Damn..." Jim cursed, softly. "She didn't deserve this."

"And, you did?" Phil asked, curiously, turning to face the homicide detective.

"That was different." Jim shrugged, feeling slightly guilty. "I got lucky. And, not just because Shae was there to get me the help I needed..." He conceded, sighing lightly. "But, because I didn't get hit near as hard as she did."

"Don't be modest." Phil chided, trying to keep his spirits up for the sake of the team. "Shae told me about it. Said your chest bore an eerie resemblance to swiss cheese." Taking in the questioning look from Jim, Phil added "Her words."

Chuckling softly, Jim folded his arms across his chest. "Yeah, that does sound like Shae..." As a palpable silence spread between them, Jim couldn't resist. He had to break it. Turning to face the agent next to him, he added "Shae told me you were the one who found her..." Watching the agent's entire body tense, he knew his daughter had been right. There was definitely more to Coulson's relationship with Skye than just that of mentor-mentee. "I can't even begin to imagine how hard that had to have been for you."

Coulson appreciated the empathy. But, right now, he just wasn't in the mood for it. All he wanted, in that moment, was just to find the doctors who brought him back and get them to save Skye. All he wanted was for her to open those beautiful doe eyes he'd grown to love. To know that the woman that he couldn't-and, more importantly wouldn't-live without would be okay.

After Coulson had remained silent for too long, Jim spoke again. "I can't even begin to imagine how I would feel if I had found Shae in that position..." He offered, hoping to gauge the agent's sentiments toward the woman in the pod.

Turning to face the detective, Phil knew what he was doing. And, he didn't have time for it. He had work to do. "I need to brief Fitzsimmons." He spoke, staring Jim straight in the eye before taking his leave.

Stepping closer to the window of the pod, Jim felt an odd sort of empathy for the young hacker. Sure, it was hard not to feel compassionate toward someone so young fighting so hard for her life. But, it was more than that. When he looked at the sight before him. He didn't see Skye. He saw Shaelynn's lifeless form, lying there, machines breathing and carrying on life-sustaining functions for her. He also saw something of a kindred spirit. He saw his wife and daughter and step-son all gathered around his own hospital bed. "You're one lucky lady, Skye..." He mused to no one. "Not everyone's lucky enough to have a Phil Coulson in their life."