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Price above Emeralds
(Based on the CW television series, Legends of Tomorrow)
“We should’ve kept the emerald,” said Mick out of the blue.
Len looked round from the work bench where he had the cold gun
disassembled. “You know why not.”
“I know why you said. But—” Mick
shrugged. “—if you
hadn’t given it to him, he couldn’t’ve pawned it. Or tried to
pawn it. You want to change time, you change it. You don’t give it
a chance to twist back on itself like a pretzel.”
By now, Len knew that. Time had twisted that way too often already in the
brief course of their voyage on the Waverider. But the trip to 1975
had occurred before they had all become savvy to the untrustworthiness of the
Time Master … and the Time Masters … and Time itself.
“Too late now,” was all he said (and that in the dismissive drawl he
usually kept for the others).
Mick grunted.
Len finished adjusting the new cold gun settings and reassembled his weapon. Tilting
it to point to the ceiling, he powered up. Then he waited, with a smirk on his
face. The interruption came as expected.
“Mr. Snart, please remember the safety protocols. Your weapon should not be fired
while you are on board ship.”
“Wouuuuuldn’t dream of it.”
Behind his back, Mick grinned.
Len swivelled round, lowering the weapon till it pointed directly at him. “Y’know,
it does need testing.” He took his finger off the trigger.
“You expect Hunter to see that? Guy’s a fool.”
“He is that.” Len tipped his head back to address the ceiling. “Gideon, does our
esteemed captain know that sending us on a mission with untried equipment is
likely to lead to unfortunate consequences?”
“I’m sure Captain Hunter knows what he’s doing.””
The two men shared a glance. The Time Master inspired none of the Legends with
unalloyed trust. Not any more. Not that either of them said this aloud. They
didn’t need to: they had known each other for decades. Besides, criticism might
prove imprudent. They had been aboard long enough to realize that, even though
much of the time Gideon was silent unless spoken to, the AI chimed in instantly
whenever its programming dictated. They’d tested it. She (or it) was all eyes
and ears everywhere on board. Everywhere. And obviously she reported to Hunter.
They’d had more privacy in prison.
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Author's Notes
This was written for the 2018 Chocolate Box gift exchange as a gift for sperrywink to the prompt:
I love, love, love their relationship and its
development over first season. Any slice of life moments or introspection piece would be
greatly appreciated. Pre-canon also works for me.
It was posted to
AO3
on 27 January 2018.
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