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'okay, can you STOP with the backseat driving?' 'maybe if you knew what you were doing, i wouldn't HAVE to backseat drive.'
cosmic strings chapter update: the magnificent nine
summary: the team travels to the old west and things heat up between alex and kendra.
words: 5.3k
notes: this chapter was a bitch. But I do hope you enjoy it.
“You doing okay?” Sara teased, giving her a once over, a smirk on her face.
Alex chuckled through the pain, “Yeah, I just..I probably shouldn’t be in this for too long.”
“Well if it’s any consolation,” Sara began, her smirk growing wider as she checked Alex out again, “You look hot.”
The two women shared a laugh, their fun cut short by the appearance of Rip, no doubt there to give them another lecture.
“Now, the fabricator can make clothing,” Rip began, offering guns to Alex and Sara on either side of him, “but you're also going to need era-appropriate protection. This era can get a little, uh, rough.”
Jax was grinning from ear to ear as he held the weapon in his hands, “Oh, six-shooters?”
“Actually, most guns of that time period had hammer blocks,” Ray interrupted, grinning like a kid on Christmas day. Alex had never seen him look so happy, “thus reducing the number of shots to five.”
She chuckled, something fizzing in her chest as he rambled on.
Rip sighed, heading back toward the main door of the fabricator room, “Now, this should go without saying, but considering this group, I am going to say it,” He continued, shooting a pointed look at Snart and Rory, “only use these weapons in the case of extreme emergencies.”
Sara and Alex pointed their guns forward, getting used to the feel of the revolver in their hands.
“What’s the matter Rip?” Alex teased, shoving the gun in her holster, “You’re not a fan of the Old West?
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