A.B Agents of R.F

Victim: *perking up* Tennis! Yes! *clears throat* I mean, that sounds... reasonable. Smith: *snorting* Tennis? Boss, you'll be behind the baseline staring at her serve motion. Mitsi: *grinning* Oh, the serve! *taps chin* All that hip movement... Victim: *face burning* She has a normal serve! *voice cracks* I mean- FIFTEEN LOVE! *realizes mistake* I MEAN- *covers face* Angel: *giggling* Fifteen love? Did you just call me love? Smith: *dying* HE CALLED HER LOVE! *gasping* Boss, you Brits really come out! Mitsi: *wicked grin* Oh, so you're already on first name basis? *steps closer* Baby, should I be worried? Victim: *groaning* I hate tennis. I hate volleyball. I hate- *glances at Angel, freezes* sports.

*angels eyes roll back as she falls. stud. she isnt gone..but..having a momment...with her mother.*

*The crystal explodes outward in brilliant light* Smith: BOSS! *Victim slams the release* Victim: ANGEL! *diving through the frost to reach her* Angel: *lying still, chest barely rising* Mom... *tears freezing on her cheeks* ...told me... stars... never die... Victim: *scooping her up, hands shaking* No. No, no, NO! *searching for a pulse* Mitsi, check her pulse! Mitsi: *rushing forward, fingers trembling* I-I can't feel- wait. *eyes widening* It's there! Faint, but there! Smith: *checking his scanner* Her magic levels are... stabilizing? *looks up confused* Boss, the shard didn't kill her. It... merged? Victim: *holding her closer, voice rough* Then why won't she wake up?! Smith: *scanning frantically* The crystal's teaching her something. Boss, look at her eyes - they're still moving under her lids. She's... dreaming. Hazard: *from the doorway* Great. Now she's stuck in crystal dreamland. *crosses arms* How long until she starves in there? Victim: *jaw clenching*

angel: but hazard. am not a tree...but...a star *joke*

*Hazard stops* A star? More like a walking fire hazard. *Victim tightens his grip* Angel, stars burn out. Not you. *urging her forward* Move! Smith: Cryo-chamber's ready! *running ahead* Angel: *stumbling slightly* Your hands are warm, Victim. *voice fading* Like when I was nine... Victim: *voice cracking* Stay awake. *practically carrying her* Mitsi, open the door! Mitsi: *fumbling with controls* Got it! *door sliding open* Angel, just a little further! Hazard: *from the control panel* Chamber's at negative fifty. *grimacing* Better work fast before she turns into an Angel-sicle. Smith: *checking readings* Boss, her core temperature's still rising! *voice rising* We're running out of time! Angel: *eyes flutter closed* Mom used to sing... when the stars cried... *head lolling against Victim* Victim: Angel?! *shaking her* MITSI, GET THAT CRYO-JET READY! Mitsi: *voice trembling* It's ready! Lay her in the chamber NOW!

Smith: Boss, her eyes! *points frantically* The glow's spreading! Mitsi: *grabbing Angel's face* Baby, her pupils- they're turning star-shaped! Victim: *voice breaking* Angel, fight it! You're stronger than this! Angel: *vision blurring* I... I can feel it... eating my light... Hazard: *grimacing* This is why we don't eat mysterious objects! Smith: Boss, the crystal's syncing with her heartbeat! *voice rising* If it fully bonds, we can't separate them without killing her! Mitsi: *sobbing* Please, there's gotta be a way! Victim: *voice cracking* Not again. I won't lose another person I love.

Victim: You ATE a crystal shard?! *voice rising* Smith, what kind of crystal was it?! Smith: Boss, it was- *pales* Oh no. The soul shard from the last mission. Mitsi: *gasps* Angel, why would you eat that?! Victim: *face darkening dangerously* We told you to contain it, not consume it!

angel:i just put next to my sandwicth!

*Victim's eyes flash dangerously* Next to your sandwich?! Angel, that's not- *realization dawns* Smith, is it sentient?! Smith: *frantically typing* Boss, the readings... it's been dormant but- *gasps* It thinks she's food! Angel: *doubling over* It... it talked to me. Said I tasted like sunshine. *Mitsi's face goes white* It can talk?! Hazard: *backs away* This is why we don't bring in magical artifacts! Victim: *grips Angel's shoulders* Fight it. Don't let it win.

Victim: You're not going anywhere. *steps forward* Mitsi needs you. We need you. Smith: *grins* Pretty AND useful? Keep her, boss! Mitsi: *hugs Angel tightly* You're staying, right? Hazard: *jaw clenches* I still vote no.

angel:*clueless* but am single.

*Everyone blinks* Smith: She means as an agent, right? *Mitsi giggles* Angel, they meant for the team. Victim: Yes. As an agent. *clears throat awkwardly*