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@outatimes asked: “Why didn’t you call for backup?” @ chris

Chris sighed hearing the question now really wasn’t the time he wanted to hear this. He could deal with it later. He should have probably asked for someone else to come with him. Brought one of the guys. The whole damn team if he wanted to. But excuse him for thinking he should have been able to handle that on his own. He had done a fine job for the most part in case someone was asking. Clearly, not everyone thought the same way. He knew he was going to get shit from Nathan the moment he had come back looking like this. He even knew he was going to have a few things from Buck and probably Vin. Some of the others usually gave him space in moments like this. Ezra for once was going to keep his mouth shut least to him directly. The kid and Josiah weren’t going to say anything. But he knew JD was probably thinking the same fucking thing.

The look Nathan gave him when he heard the question showed JD wasn’t the only one thinking that. But thankfully didn’t voice the comment. Instead seemed content in making sure he felt it. Hissing when the pain shot through his wounded side, he glared first at Nathan before turning it to the source of the question.

“Hardly seemed worth the time to get everyone involved.” Chris ground out as Nathan seemed to give the injury another harsh jab. Their medic was making sure that Chris understood how much he thought about this.

Alright he was clearly wrong about that thought but at the time it seemed like a good idea. “I might have miscounted how many they had.” And one had tried the smart thing catching him by surprise. Chris was pretty sure a few of the bastards got away. They had been causing trouble for the town for the last few days and if Larabee was being honest. He had had enough. He didn’t have the patience to wait and thought there was a few less. Chris could take a few guys. That ended up being a bit too much.

“Can we talk about this when we’re done with the fucking bullet wound in my side?” Nathan had already taken care of getting the bullet out. He was getting too much practice stitching them out or even pulling bullets out of them. Clearly he was getting fed up with their bullshit.

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@outatimes said : "Y'know, Nancy... being stuck in 1955 doesn't sound so bad as long as we got each other.”

“ god, marty, ” nancy laughs, the sound coming out breathy and almost humorless. “ i wish i had your optimism. ”

her arms fold across her chest, hands running up and down them. if one were to look closely, it’s almost as if it were her own way of trying to both comfort and steel herself. it’s something that shouldn’t come as a surprise, given the things she and marty have been through lately : the sight of doc riddled full of bullet holes. the two of them running for their lives and ending up cramped together in the delorean.

and then, the realization that they’re stranded here, thirty years in the goddamn past with a time machine out of plutonium and no way to get back home.

still, nancy can’t deny that marty does have a point.

it could have just as easily been only one of them stuck here right now, if circumstances had been slightly different — if one of them hadn’t came when doc had invited them, the other would have likely been in this exact scenario by themselves. the thought isn’t a comfortable one.

“ i guess you’re right — it could be worse, ” nancy admits, a wry smile pulling at her lips. “ if we are gonna be stuck here forever, at least the company’s not half bad.

“ … do you really think we will be, though? stuck in 1955 forever? ” a pause. “ i mean, i guess we could figure it out here. it isn’t ideal by no means, but … we could make it work. get jobs, buy a house, that sort of thing. ”

it’s her own attempt at adding a bit of levity to the situation, hence the way she lightly nudges marty’s side with her elbow.

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@outatimes ;

As if the fever wasn't bad enough, the moisture that collected on Marty's fingertips was alarming. He pulled his sweaty hand out of Benoit's grip, but the force at which it flew back led to a few drops landing, of course, on the small slice of skin revealed by the hem of the man's sleeve. He had to pointedly rip his gaze away from the flutter of the detective's pulse. "Shit," he hissed, all raspy and awful and sick. He was being dramatic, certainly, but he'd been feeling shitty since he came back from the 51st century two days ago. "I'm sorry..." Marty cringed, and in his dizziness the whole world spun with the action. "Aw, jeez, the stuff's orange, Benny." And, indeed, the more viscous liquid starting to ooze out of the pads of Marty's fingers was a light orange. It shimmered prettily under the sunlight. "All the crap I fell into was orange, too. I really musta been poisoned."

❝Whoa, whoa, whoa — ❞ Benoit didn't think much about his own exposure to the mysterious liquid ; he assumed, at this point, that it was already a done deal. The detective certainly wasn't about to leave Marty out there, either, like a stray on his stoop.

A wiser man would have initiated some kind of quarantine or broken his promise of silence to their mutual friend. Benoit, instead, hurried forward and wrapped an arm around Marty's waist to keep him upright. The kid was hot, hotter than a cat on a tin roof in the dead of summer. Shaking fingers drew Benoit's delicate handkerchief out of his pocket and pressed it around Marty's oozing digits.

❝Come on,❞ he breathed, sparing a quick glance around them. ❝Spare room's just down the hall, on the left there.❞ He had set it up when he bought the house, which was far removed from his old city apartment with its too - many memories.

❝You're going to have a lie down. I'll find something for the ... orange to go in, 'till we got more figured out.❞ It was a modest resting - place, with a small bed and worn furniture set, but anything was better than Marty's skull cracking open on the floor if he fell.

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@outatimes

Truthfully, George isn't entirely sure what's come over him. He's just dropped Lorraine off at home, and yet, he couldn't really leave fast enough. He's got the girl he's fawned over for what seems like forever, and the only person on his mind is Marty Klein.

So, he figures he should try to find him to hopefully figure it out, but just as quickly realizes that he has no idea where he could possibly be.

Though, there is one thing he knows, and that's that he needs to find Marty until he disappears from his life.

He assumes that wherever his newfound friend is going, he'll probably hop on a bus or the like in the center of town, so that's where he goes first.

"Marty?" he calls out, hoping the booming thunder doesn't drown out his generally timid voice.

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@outatimes asked: “i can tell when you’re lying, you know. you ain’t slick.” @ ezra

Ezra in his own mind was pretty good at lying. Hell, before coming here it was basically how he made a living. Of course, he knew how to lie. He had been a cheat and a con man. The last was more of something his mother liked to remind him of. He was surprisingly turning over a new leaf here. No, he had not been expecting that either. A month. That had been how long he had signed on for originally. Why was he still here? He could be off to St. Louis making his fortune with his mother. Lord knows she sends him enough letters to tell him what kind of money she was making on a daily basis.

Somehow, he was still in this backwater little town. Working as a lawman of all things for a dollar a day. Well, that plus what he made at the tables. People that passed through this place were easy targets. Though he rarely had to cheat. Most of them were not good at the game. They liked to think they were. But they really weren’t.

The last bunch had been a special brand of annoyance. So yeah, he might have taken some of their money. Ezra of course said he hadn’t cheated when asked. Of course, he wouldn’t admit to it. There was plenty of trouble that he would have gotten into. They were not even the closest thing to being the worst thing that would have happened. Mr. Larabee found out and he might be hoping someone else would shoot him.

Hearing someone who wasn’t involved in the game say he wasn’t slick or that he could catch him in a lie was offensive to the gambler. “Know when Ah’m lyin?” He asked with a frown smiling politely. Clint had been someone that hadn't been here all that long. He didn’t think long enough to be able to catch him. Or maybe he was slipping. He wasn’t sure which one was worst for him.

“Ah don’t know wha’ you’re referring to. Ah wasn’t lyin.”

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@outatimes asked: oh my god. what is that? @ hicks

Hicks didn’t have the time to explain, couldn’t go into details right now. He’d have to talk to him once they were somewhere they could catch their breath. These were not things to go against without knowing what you were dealing with. Something Hicks had some person experience with. The scars on the side of his face and small parts of his chest were anything to go by. The acid was not something to take lightly. Taking a quick shot at the bastard thing that got a little too close for comfort. Pushing him back as he moved, they needed to get out of here. He wanted one of the steel doors between them and it. It wouldn’t hold the thing off forever, just enough for them to get better prepared.

Dwyane Hicks had been one of the marines sent to Hadley’s Hope. Had been expecting to run into trouble. The colonists had gone dead quiet. But he hadn’t been expecting what they ran into. In just one meeting with a small group of those things it took out nearly his whole previous unit. Over time the only ones that had managed to get away had been Ripley, Newt, Bishop and himself. He had been the last man standing from his unit. Fuck remembering that had really bugged him. Still did. The company hadn’t given a damn about that. Would have probably preferred if he had died with the rest of them. Because he knew what they had planned now for these things.

He of course had thought about leaving. Wasn’t really much he wanted to do with the people that had thrown them at something that they were woefully underprepared for. They were well aware that they had not been prepared to deal with these things. Their officer hadn’t even been fully prepared for an actual fight. He froze up a couple times. Went out better than anyone could have guessed. These days Hicks still spent most of his time looking into rumored sightings, or whenever places went silent.

He had been hoping this one had been a false lead. Clearly, it hadn’t been. Cursing, he managed to pull a few more people out of the room with him. Least he was more prepared than he had been in the colony to deal with them. It was still hard. They were not an easy group to fight off.

Once the door was shut Hicks seemed to finally take a breath before looking towards Marty. “A fucking nightmare.” Which was an understatement. Hicks had seen a few of them. They got more and more difficult. They were getting better.

“First time seeing one of them?” He usually had people with him that had at least seen or heard of these things before.

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@outatimes asked: “Hey, it’s cold outside. At least wear a jacket.” @ kyle

The war meant he was used to harsh conditions, hell even before being a member of the resistance Kyle had been made used to some of the worst things. Between the camps and the constant lack of food. The fact is that it was cold most days. Kyle didn’t always have jacket on him. So, he had learned different tricks to disconnect himself from the worst of it. But always kept track of what his body really needed to keep him from dying.

He had been ready to get moving or at least he thought. He hadn’t realized how cold it might have been outside. He hadn’t thought it was that important. Clearly, he was wrong. Stopping Kyle looked back towards Marty, he hadn’t really expected to have company on this mission, so he seemed surprised when the other man had come with him.

None of them really made comments about what they were wearing or what they were bringing with them so long as they were prepared for what they were going to face. Kyle didn’t know if they were going to have everything they needed. Enough to get the job done, hopefully. Hard to tell. They might have to improvise a few things.

“Guess I should.” He answered quietly because if something was being brought up like that, he was assuming it was going to be more than he was going to be able to handle. Well probably enough to get more attention than usual. It was always a little cold. Least Kyle thought so. Sometimes it was hard to get warm. He’d seen the kids huddled around the fires they managed to make in what used to be TVs. Well, that was what John had called them. Seemed a little sad the first time Kyle had asked him about them.

A jacket though Kyle thought might have other uses. Could hide things in side the pockets or jacket itself. Be important later. Grabbing one of the first ones he found, he motioned for Marty to follow him out. They had to get moving. Couldn’t be here all day.