“I thought you said that you’ve been camping before.“
Megan nods, kicking through some of the undergrowth around the campsite, looking for more sticks to use for kindling to make the fire. “I have. It was just a little different then all of this.”
Megan makes a sweeping gesture with her arm in encompass the campsite that she pretty much single-handedly set up hours earlier. Parker had been the only person remotely capable of helping put the tents up and even then Megan had done most of the work. Liz’s arm is still stinging from where the tent pole came free and snapped across her skin.
“I’m just glad Megan was here,” Penny remarks from the back of the car, where she’s been ‘putting on bug spray’ for the past twenty minutes.
Liz has the feeling that her mother is already regretting her suggested family-bonding idea and is hiding out from the woods and nature and the prospect of cooking food over a fire.
“We’d probably still be setting up the tents,” Penny adds. “And I doubt we’d be able to make a fire…”
“Oh, I can make a fire,” Parker assures them, dismissing the comment quickly. “Don’t worry.”
Liz ignores her brother, cutting a look in her mother’s direction. “Then why did you even want to go camping?”
Megan drops a pile of sticks beside the circle of rocks that she created earlier. “Knowing how to survive in the woods is an important survival skill.”
Liz arches an eyebrow. “Did you read that off of the Prescott website?”
Megan gives her a sheepish look. “Well they’re aren’t wrong. I once had to survive in the woods by myself for-”
“So that’s when you’ve been camping before,” Liz interrupts before Megan can start in on another one of her crazy stories. “You’ve been on Prescott missions.”
Megan nods. “Exactly.”
Liz shakes her head. “That’s why you’ve never had a s’more before.”
Parker mimics Liz’s expression, crossing his arms over his chest. “Tragic.”
Megan starts building the fire, creating a teepee structure out of the sticks that she’s been gathering. Liz comes over, using the excuse of watching her start the fire to kneel beside Megan, letting her knee press briefly against the other girl’s.
When Megan smiles at her, Liz feels her heart leap forward in her chest.
“Maybe you can show me what a s’more is,” Megan says, smile still in place. “And how to make one.”
Liz shrugs, feigning indifference. “Maybe.” Like she’s not already looking forward to sitting beside Megan in their camping chairs, watching one another in the flicker of the fire.
Maybe this camping idea wasn’t completely terrible.
Can I just go with a movie as an AU? I'm gonna do it anyway. AU: A quiet place Ship: Liz and Megan.
Um yes we can absolutely do this because you know I feel about this movie and our girls.
1. Megan wouldn’t have a problem living in this new world; she’s a solider, an agent, she’s good at used to following orders. This would just be another set of rules that she has to learn and live by. Liz wouldn’t struggle either because she’s quiet and keeps to herself -she doesn’t have much to say because no one really listens to her. Her biggest concern would be keeping Parker safe.
2. Megan and Liz could meet after all the aliens and stuff have already taken over the world and society has to be silent. They’re both living out in the middle of nowhere, but they’re living in different places. Liz starts to see smoke from Megan’s fire every evening and starts lighting a figure to communicate with her; she doesn’t know who is over there but it’s nice to be able to reach out and know that there’s someone out here aside from her mother and her brother.
3. Eventually Liz and Megan meet. They figure out how to communicate as best as they can through scribbling words and pictures in the dirt and meet up frequently and it becomes the highlight of Liz’s day (I feel like if they can’t talk to each other, Liz wouldn’t really find Megan that annoying at first so I feel like they would hit it off better at the beginning).
4. Something happens to put Parker in danger and Megan is the first person that Liz can think to go to for help. Of course Megan helps her and they save Parker and manage to escape being destroyed by the alien creatures. There’s probably a kiss too because how else do you thank someone for saving your little brother?
5. Megan moves into the cabin where Liz, Penny and Parker are staying because Megan knows a lot more about defense than they do and they could definitely use her around. Liz and Megan eventually develop their own system of communicating with one another and they fall in love and are girlfriends because they’re both clearly gay.
Liz and Megan + "I do not have a crush!" would be down right perfect!
The thing about Gooch is that he’s surprisingly observant.
It’s actually a little bit annoying when Liz thinks about it.
Liz closes her locker door and jumps when she finds Goochthere, waiting for her with one shoulder leaned against the locker of a poorgirl who apparently doesn’t have the gumption to tell him to move his ass. “Whatare you doing here?” Liz questions, grabbing him by the front of his shirt andtugging him away with an apologetic look toward her locker-mate.
Gooch hadn’t even bothered to hang out around her locker whenthey were in the midst of their very brief fling -or whatever you want to callit- and Liz is almost afraid to figure out what he’s doing here now.
Gooch just smiles at her and Liz is even more afraid.
“You have a crush.” He says this with the utmost conviction,the way that one might state the color of the sky or Megan might claim that Clueless is the best movie ever made.
Liz rolls her eyes as she starts weaving her way through thestudents in the hall. “What are you talking about, Gooch?”
If the switch from Bernard and back to Gooch bothers him, henever lets on. In fact, he seems to have gotten rid of Bernard all together,embracing his return to single playboy with the same feeling of relief that Lizstill experiences when she remembers that she doesn’t have to consider herselfGooch’s girlfriend anymore.
Gooch taps the side of his head, keeping up with her easilyas they move through the hallways toward third period. “I see things,” he tellsher. “I know things.”
“If you’re talking about yourself, Gooch, I swear to God-”
But he only scoffs at her. “Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth.”
“Do not call methat.”
“I know you don’thave a crush on me,” Gooch continues, ignoring her. “That was always theproblem, wasn’t it?”
Liz gives him another eye roll. “Yeah that was the problem.”
“There was always another in your heart,” Gooch says with adramatic sigh. “It’s why we never would have worked out.”
“You can drop the actor schtick,” Liz tells him, “andeverything else that you’re saying, because you aren’t making any sense.”
Gooch shrugs, putting his hands on her shoulders. “You don’thave to lie to yourself anymore. Embrace your feelings, Elizabeth.”
Liz decides to embrace the feeling of slugging Gooch on theshoulder, which feels pretty good. Especially when she makes him wince.Thankfully, Mr. Drumm is too focused on Cash that he doesn’t notice the violencetaking place outside his classroom.
“Shut up,” Liz grumbles, more weary than anything else. “I donot have a crush. On you or anyone else.”
And with that, she turns on her heel and starts toward thescience classroom.
“So what do you call that whole thing you’ve got going onwith Canada?”
Liz whirls around, slamming her body into Gooch’s and drivinghim backward into the lockers. She can feel the breath rush out of his lungs ashe lets out a little whimper of surprise but still Mr. Drumm does nothing. Lizis actually grateful for his preoccupation with Cash; she really doesn’t wantto have to explain to her mother the reason she beat Gooch’s ass and gotsuspended.
“Shut up,” Liz hisses, keeping Gooch pinned to the lockerswith an arm across his chest, a fistful of his shirt in her hand.
She’s suddenly grateful for the self-defense techniques thatMegan has been teaching her.
Now that Gooch has recovered himself, he’s grinning at her.
Grinning.
Liz presses a little harder, inching her forearm up closer tohis windpipe.
“Hey, judgement free zone here,” Gooch assures her. “Goochloves all kinds of people. Especially girl-on-girl-”
“You’re such a pig,” Liz tells him flatly, without muchfeeling because she’s said it before and she’ll undoubtedly say it again and itwon’t really matter. The worst part is that she knows most of this is just anact and he’s not quite the dick that he makes himself out to be when he’s wanderingthe high school hallways. “And you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I admit, it took me a while to figure it out,” Gooch tellsher conversationally, as though he’s not pinned against the lockers by a tinyblonde who’s practically blowing steam out of her ears. They’re getting a fewglances from passing classmates, but no one seems overly surprised to see Goochbeing threatened in the hallway. “I thought there was someone else from the get-go,but it took me a while to figure out that you had a thing for Meg-”
Liz claps a hand over his mouth. “Don’t say anything else.”
She wonders if she’s as red as she feels. She wonders if hecan hear the pounding of her heart.
She hopes that he’ll interpret her wide-eyes as an expressionof exasperation and annoyance.
Gooch mumbles something against her palm and her skin feelstoo close to his tongue for her liking so Liz reluctantly pulls her hand away. “Youdon’t have anything to worry about, you know,” he says with a shrug. “Youshouldn’t be afraid of who you are.”
Liz glares at him, trying to breathe around the tightness inher throat, trying to ignore the way heat is prickling across her skin. “Why doyou sound like an after-school special all the sudden?” She snaps.
“I’m just trying to help,” Gooch tells her, holding up hishands in surrender. “Sometimes you need to hear something from someone elsebefore you can-”
“I didn’t ask for your help,” Liz snaps. “Or your opinions.So why don’t you shut up and go bother someone else?”
“I’m just trying to help you accept your crush and-”
“I do not have a crush!”
This gets the attention of a few more of their classmates andLiz regrets shouting the words at Gooch.
Especially when she sees Megan hurrying in their direction, ascowl already fixed on her face. Liz hopes that neither of them notice thedeer-in-the-headlights look that suddenly flashes across her features.
“What’s going on?” Megan questions, moving into Liz’s space,making it even harder to breathe. “Are you okay, Liz? Gooch, I swear you’dbetter not-”
“Hey, I’m the victim in this situation,” Gooch assures Meganquickly, looking far more wary of her than he ever looked of Liz. “She jumpedme, honest. Though, I guess I can see why she might want to jump me-”
Liz gives him a push into the lockers for good measure beforeletting him go. “Everything is fine,” she tells Megan with a huff, glaring at Gooch.“He’s just being a douche.”
Megan puts a hand on Liz’s shoulder and it feels like beingwhacked with a hot iron. Liz can’t even bring herself to look at Gooch, feelingher face heat up to the approximate temperature necessary to start burningbooks.
But Liz can still feel Gooch’s eyes on her; she can still seethe grin on his face. The victorious grin.
Son of a bitch.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Megan questions, concern cuttingthrough her aggressive scowl. “Because-”
As much as Liz wants to see Megan hand Gooch his ass in themiddle of the hallway, they’re starting to attract looks from more than justthe students. “Yes!” Liz snaps quickly, shrugging away from Megan’s touch andhurrying toward the classroom door. “Just. Let’s go.”
Right on cue, the tardy bell rings and the three of them filein. Liz drops down in her seat, ignoring Megan when she sits down beside her.
Megan adopted the seat next to Liz a few weeks ago,abandoning her earlier position beside Roger in favor of working as Liz’s labpartner and table buddy instead.
Having Megan in most of her classes had previously been thehighlight of Liz’s day. She’d felt a thrill of excitement and a wave ofgratitude when Megan had decided to start sitting with her instead -the samegratitude she felt anytime Megan immediately partnered up with her for any typeof school assignment. It was more than just having someone who actually wanted to work with her withoutbeing told to do so by the teacher.
It was the thrill that came from being around Megan.
And now Liz can’t even look at her.
Stupid Gooch.
Liz stares down at her books, feeling a flush creep acrossher chest and up toward her neck. It’s not that Gooch was wrong about what he’dsaid about her having a crush on Megan.
It’s that he was completely, one hundred percent spot on.
Liz suddenly thinks that Gooch’s levels of observation are a lot bit annoying.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Megan questions under her breath,bumping Liz’s shoulder with her own. “You’re acting weird. What did Gooch say?”
“Nothing,” Liz grumbles. “He was just being Gooch.”
She can tell that Megan wants to press the issue, but Mr.Drummer is writing something on the board and the only thing that holds moreappeal for Megan than her lab partner is the prospect of actually learning something.
Liz figures that’s a side effect of being raised as ateenaged assassin for the first seventeen years of your life.
Megan starts copying notes in her journal and Liz tries to dothe same, but she can still feel the tightness in her chest, the heat spreadingacross her body. Everything that Gooch said was true. She hadn’t been able tocommit to him, or to their relationship, because her mind had been elsewhere.
There had been someone else.
Someone who made her smile and laugh quicker and longer thananyone ever had before. Someone who knew exactly how she liked her coffee, whattoppings she wanted on her ice cream, what movie would cheer her up after a particularlylong day at high school. Someone who worked side-by-side with her on homeworkat the kitchen table in a silence that felt comfortable and warm rather thanawkward. Someone who would come into her room on Sunday mornings and hop intobed with her in an attempt to cajole her into getting up, only to fall backasleep squeezed into a bed not made for two. Someone who knew every secret thatshe kept hidden away behind layers and layers of armor. Someone who knewexactly how to slip past those carefully crafted defenses despite her bestefforts.
Someone who most definitely was not Gooch.
The sudden embarrassment that Liz feels in having her oneremaining secret uncovered by someone like Goochmakes her eyes prick and the words on the page blur. And, even worse, she feelsa sudden desperate longing for Megan, who is sitting right beside her but feelsimpossibly out of reach.
Liz wants to tell Megan everything she’s been feeling for thepast several months.
She also wants to never tell Megan anything at all about herfeelings.
Liz feels something hit the back of her neck and turns aroundin time to see a paper airplane flutter to the ground behind her. She looks up,completely unsurprised to see Gooch grinning at her. He points to the paperairplane and offers her a thumbs-up.
Against her better judgement, Liz reaches for the paper,unfolding it just enough to see her name and Megan’s written in Gooch’s scrawl.She balls up the paper, feeling a flash of anger spread through her body.
It’s the same white-hot rage that makes her stand up,throwing the paper directly at Gooch’s face. “Bernard, you asshole, I swear toGod-”
She doesn’t actually get to follow through with her threatbecause Mr. Drummer is calling her name and Liz suddenly realizes that everysingle eye in the classroom is on her, including Megan’s, and it’s suddenlydifficult to breathe for a different reason.
It’s impossible to force down the embarrassment speedingthrough her body, but at least Liz has the self-awareness to make it out of theclassroom without tripping over something on her way to the door.
She’ll consider that a small miracle.
Standing in the bathroom in front of the mirror, Liz doesn’texactly feel better about things. If anything, the mortification is onlygrowing. Not only did she make an idiot of herself in front of her entireclass, but she also used the word ‘asshole’ in front of a teacher and threw apaper ball at another student.
If she’s going to get suspended for profanity and violence, Lizwishes she had actually punched Gooch and used some stronger words.
Not that any of that actually makes her feel better. Becausethere’s still the whole truth of Gooch’s words to contend with and it suddenlyseems way harder to ignore the way that she feels about Megan when there’ssomeone else in the world who knows about these feelings.
Her secret suddenly feels dirty, shameful, like somethingthat she shouldn’t be thinking about her friend, her houseguest, the onlyperson outside of her mother and brother that she actually trusts and caresabout.
Liz wipes at her cheeks, feeling even more ashamed. At leastshe had managed not to cry in front of anyone. At least-
But then the door to the bathroom swings open and Megan Walshwalks in and Liz wishes that Victoria Knox would show up and just kill herright then and there.
Except Megan is looking at her with the exact amount of panicand concern on her face that she showed when Liz actually was in danger of being killed by Victoria Knox and it makes Lizfeel a little bit guilty for thinking such a thing.
Not that that makes it any easier to look at Megan.
“Liz, what’s going on?” Megan questions, stepping closer toher, her hands on Liz’s arms, making escape an impossibility. “Are you okay?Tell me what’s going on.”
Liz shakes her head, swallowing. “It’s nothing, okay?” Shesays. “Just…I’m just having a weird day, okay? Leave it alone.”
She twists away from Megan, turning on the water and watchingit splash into the sink.
“This is not nothing,” Megan protests. “This is somethinggoing on and Gooch bothering you and if you just tell me what’s going on I canhelp and-”
“Stop, okay?” Liz snaps, glaring at Megan. “You can’t fixeverything. Just back off.”
Megan definitelycan’t fix this problem, not when she’s the cause.
Or, Liz realizes, that’s not entirely fair. Liz’s crush andher feelings are the cause.
And Gooch. But that goes without saying.
But Megan still looks like a kicked dog and Liz grits herteeth, ignoring her in favor of splashing some water against her face. Likethat type of thing actually helps someone feel better. Liz is just grateful forthe excuse not to look at Megan.
“What did Gooch say to you?” Megan questions, dogged in herdetermination.
“Oh my god!” Liz snaps, resisting the temptation to throw a balled-uppaper towel directly at Megan’s head. “You just don’t quit, do you! Sometimes Idon’t even understand why I like you in the first place!”
This, Liz thinks, has got to be Gooch’s fault.
And even if it’s not, she’ll find a way to blame it on him.
Not that it really helps, but suddenly Liz finds herselfstanding in a high school bathroom staring at Megan’s face after just, at leastpartially, admitting to her stupid, idiotic crush.
Megan scrunches up her face and tilts her head slightly,studying Liz. “Wait…what?”
“Just forget it,” Liz snaps and for the third time in lessthan an hour, she can feel her body heating up. She knows her face is redbecause she can feel the tips of her ears burning. Her skin seems too tight,her throat equally so, her tongue glued to the roof of her mouth.
“Did Gooch make you realize you had a crush on me?” Meganquestions.
And there’s that stupid word again. Crush. Liz hates it all of the sudden.
Especially because she would never use such an infantile word to describe how she feels about Megan.
“No!” Liz feels almost horrified by the idea. “Gooch didn’t make me realize I hadfeelings for you. I’ve known that for a long time, thank you very much,” shegrumbles, the words slipping out before she can double check with her brainwhether she actually wants to speak.
Again, she’ll blame this on Gooch.
Liz can feel her body temperature continuing to rise. “Imean-”
But Megan visibly relaxes, sighing. “Okay, good, because Ithought we were kinda on the same page.”
“I only meant, wait the same page? What?” Liz blinks at her. “Whatjust happened?”
Honestly, she feels like that sentiment can pretty muchdescribe her life since Megan walked into it.
“I thought, you know, the whole ‘hey I have a crush on you’thing was kinda, like, you know understood?” Megan says, looking a little bituncertain as she studies Liz. “I mean, remember? A few weekends ago when wewere out on the roof I kinda told you how I felt about you…”
And now Megan is the one who looks like a panicked rabbit inthe path of an oncoming car. “Remember?”
Liz blinks at her.
Of course she remembers, because she remembers pretty muchevery minute that she spends with Megan.
She remembers sitting out on the roof in the late Februarychill with a blanket around her shoulders and Megan against her side, boththings helping to keep her warm. And she remembers Megan talking about how she’dnever really felt anything with Cash orRoger and how there was someone else that she couldn’t stop thinking about,someone she wanted to spend all her time with, someone who made her happy andgrateful that she’d left Prescott behind her and Liz had spent the entire time wishing that Megan could feel that wayabout her that she apparently hadn’t even realized that Megan was talking about her.
Liz still feels like, somewhere in all of this, Gooch is toblame.
And all Liz can say in response is, “Huh?” which she feelslike she can’t be blamed for because she’s experiencing a bit of an emotional rollercoaster at the moment and deserves a bit of slack.
Megan just smiles at her and Liz feels the same fluttering inher stomach that she always does whenever Megan smiles at her, like she’s gotan entire butterfly farm stuck there between her ribs.
This isn’t a crush, Liz thinks. There has to be a differentword for the fact that she’s standing here in the girls’ bathroom still feelingthe residual dampness of tears in her eyes and grinning.
And when she steps closer to Megan, Megan is there to meether without question and their lips meet and it’s the culmination of every timeshe’s sat next to Megan and wanted this exact thing to happen.
“For the record,” Liz says quickly, when she pulls away fromMegan, “I do not have a crush on you.”
Megan just nods, shrugging a shoulder. “Okay. Me neither.”
And she kisses Liz again and Liz figures that her point waslost somewhere in the middle of all of the kissing but that doesn’t really seemto matter.
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“I guess this probably wasn’t what you were expecting,” Liz says to Megan.
Megan only shrugs, tipping her head back to try and study the stars through the stark brightness of the lights illuminating the field. “I mean, no one died so I guess it’s a win.”
It’s the kind of statement that would seem like a joke in any other situation.
More Liz and Megan from Barely Lethal because I’m gay and so are they!
When Megan jumps into the deep end of the pool, she imagines herself heavy and solid, compact, sinking to the bottom. She’s not used to this, this idea of swimming and being in the water for fun. Though Megan assumes most of her classmates would disagree, would compare the days spent in the pool for gym to be comparable to the drills and tests Megan was subject to back at Prescott.
She would have to disagree, of course, seeing as the gym coaches aren’t holding anyone under water.
Hence the ‘fun’ aspect, the feeling of a sort of weightless freedom that slips through Megan’s mind as she lets herself sink toward the bottom. The ability to hold one’s breath for an extended period of time was a valued skill at Prescott and Megan doesn’t even think about it now, not for a second.
Above, Megan is aware of the sounds of life, all the shouting and splashing a dull and faraway hollow. Above is the life she ran away fro, the one she decided one for herself, the first choice she’d made. And the days are still full of them: choices on what to eat, where to sit, who to sit with -though Megan feels like that one is a given. Every day, good or bad, is one that belongs to her.
Megan finally pushes off the bottom, moving back toward the surface. When her head breaks the water and she blinks against the sudden brightness, Megan can see most of her classmates standing around the edge of the pool, a few looking concerned, most just showing mild interest.
The coach chuckles, a bit nervously. “You were down there a while. Though we were going to have to come fish you out.”
“Oh…yeah…” Megan says sheepishly as she pulls herself out of the pool. “I used to swim a lot at my old school.”
The crowd disperses now that the threat of death by drowning seems to have passed. Someone drapes a towel over her shoulders and Megan turns to face Liz. “Show off,” Liz remarks with a smirk that makes her eyes sparkle.
Megan grins, pulling the towel around herself. She thinks of all the choices she’s made recently that Liz has been the best one.
“Because I lived in this house for eighteen years and didn’t just come from a school for assassins where my only possessions were 90s movies on DVD and a bunch of Teen Beat magazines,” Liz retorts as she tapes down the flaps on what she’s certain is her last cardboard box.
Megan rolls over onto her stomach, letting her legs hang off the edge of Liz’s bed as she watches Liz push another carefully labeled box into the corner. “I see your point.”
Liz sighs, sitting down on the floor and regarding her tower of stuff. “This is fine,” she says, mostly to herself, “this is totally fine. I mean…I’ll be leaving for college soon anyway so I’m just getting a jump on things.”
There are still a few months left in senior year, months that Liz had just assumed would be spent in her childhood home, finishing up her college applications, bickering with Parker and her mother, counting down the days to college visits and roommate applications and the inevitable day she moved out and got to put Newton behind her officially.
But thanks to one assassin formerly of Regina, Saskatchewan and the pair of very angry, vindictive former Prescott agents, Liz’s mental timeline is being sped up a bit. The inevitability has suddenly become the now thanks to suggestions of witness protection program and protective custody and hiding out from further threats from the fugitive 84.
Not that Liz is really going to miss Newton all that much, especially seeing as the only people who really matter are going to be making the move with her. She might be living under a new name, in a new house, on a new street, starting at a new high school…but at least she’ll have Megan enrolling in the school with her and her mom and Parker and…
Liz only sighs, shaking her head. “How did you do this?” She mumbles. “Just pick up and go. Start your whole life over, just like that.”
Megan somersaults off the bed, landing soundlessly in a crouch and then moving to sit beside Liz. She gently presses her shoulder to Liz’s, a questioning gesture that’s rewarded with a push back. Liz doesn’t mind when Megan puts an arm around her waist.
“It’s kind of like an adventure,” Megan suggests with a tentative smile. “A really crazy but fun adventure.”
“Maybe for you,” Liz sighs. “But you wanted to go to high school. All I want is to be done with it and now I have to start over.” She shakes her head, looking at Megan entreatingly. “I don’t think I can do this. I’m not as brave as you are.”
“Liz, yes you are,” Megan assures her. “You stabbed someone with a corndog.”
When Liz doesn’t look reassured, Megan says, “Seriously Liz, you’re a badass. You can definitely handle anything that this new school throws at you. Plus,” she adds after a moment, “we’re going to be there together.”
Liz hates to admit that the idea of going to school with Megan Walsh now makes her feel better but it does. With a sigh, Liz lets her head fall forward to land on Megan’s shoulder. God help her.
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Liz frowns slightly. “Not everything has to be like it is in those stupid movies,” she says, her voice stonier than she’d intended.
Megan nods. “Yeah, I know that,” she says. “But still…I think the feelings should be the same, right? That magical, like happy feeling like you’ve just cut the right wire on the explosive when you had only three seconds left? Like you could just blow up but you didn’t so everything seems so much clearer and more exciting?”
Liz’s mother pats Megan’s hand once more. “Those experiences are not universal,” she says gently. “But I think you have the right idea.”
Liz, for one, feels like she knows exactly what Megan is talking about. Though she doesn’t know if Megan is the bomb or the successfully cut wire in her particular situation.
-or- A Liz Larson Character Study (because it's what she deserves)
I’m obsessed with Liz and I’m not even sorry. Shout out to @geeky-mikaboo for not only dealing with me texting her about “the Liz story” every day but for also being the best person to bounce around ideas with!
I Need to be Youthfully Felt, 'Cause God I Never Felt Young
Megan protests, “I mean, I am a trained assassin, Liz, I’m pretty sure I can handle a few nightmares.”
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The five times Megan had a nightmare and Liz comforted her and the one time Megan was there to comfort Liz.
I am in love with these two and I’m not even sorry! There needs to be more fics for this pairing and the fandom needs to be bigger! Let’s go people, let’s make it happen!
Anyways, read it on Ao3 and embrace the gay that should have been... [read it here]
