[It feels like a victory when Lena suggests a training session that evening.Nevermind that her day isn't actually as open as she's suggested. No, she's already decided as soon as she's agreed that no matter how tired she may be that she will power through the exhaustion for the opportunity to spend time with the other woman. Lucy's not quite ready to verbalize that seeing Lena always brings a smile to her face or that sometimes all it takes is a pointed look in her direction to make her heart skip a beat, but she's not naive. She knows that for all that she can compartmentalize in the field when countless lives are at stake, when it comes to personal matters she's pretty obvious, knows this is probably just a harmless crush which will remain unrequited because CEOs of billion dollar companies don't look at military lawyers turned interim head of covert organizations with anything more than understanding and professional respect at best and thinly veiled contempt at worst. Their friendship is enough, really, and should her inconvenient feelings ever come to light, she's certain that Lena will let her down gently and they can move on without mention of it down the road. To hope for anything more would be asking too much.
By three thirty, it's looking like she's going to have to rearrange things if she's still going to make it, which she does despite some grumblings from the rest of her team, passing the baton to her second in commmand while she finishes some paperwork that sadly won't do itself. Lucy manages to leave HQ by six (a new record), which should give her just enough time to swing by her place, grab a quick shower, and get the necessary supplies for their session.
Wraps. Gloves. A few knives. An extendable baton. She leaves the taser on the nightstand, no sense risking an accidental discharge and the fun that entails. She dumps the supplies into her bag, grabs a post-workout change of clothes before sending a quick text to confirm she's on her way and hopping on her bike to ride across town toward Lena's high rise. She rolls through two stop signs in her excitement, but loses a good fifteen minutes to people rubbernecking at an accident that Supergirl isn't around to help clear away.
The doorman lets her in without a fuss, having clearly been instructed to wave her in. She thanks him as he escorts her to the private penthouse elevator. Lucy hoists the bag on her shoulder for the long ride up and breathes a sigh of relief as the elevator doors open at last.
She's got her hand raised, set to knock when the door swings open. One look and up go the corners of Lucy's mouth.]
i'm sure there's probably a displaced brit or two but not on my base, i'm afraid. if you've got a brand preference for your teabags, please let me know. i'll see what i can do
answer's the same as the last time you asked i've got my best and brightest looking. but it's not exactly easy finding something that isn't generally intended to be found by the average passerby.
is there some kind of heat signature it gives off? radiation? a smell?
i'm a lawyer not a physicist i'll have to send your suggestion to winn along with a request that we try and reach the only other time travelers i know.
i hardly think that makes you a lawyer. we argue with ourselves all the time. let other people's opinions sew doubt in things that we know to be true about us. let them sway our decision making.
oh, i was on trial for interference the time lords were trying to pin crimes on me and conjured up a potential amalgamation of all of my evil to prosecute didn't end well
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Tonight's perfect.
[It feels like a victory when Lena suggests a training session that evening.Nevermind that her day isn't actually as open as she's suggested. No, she's already decided as soon as she's agreed that no matter how tired she may be that she will power through the exhaustion for the opportunity to spend time with the other woman. Lucy's not quite ready to verbalize that seeing Lena always brings a smile to her face or that sometimes all it takes is a pointed look in her direction to make her heart skip a beat, but she's not naive. She knows that for all that she can compartmentalize in the field when countless lives are at stake, when it comes to personal matters she's pretty obvious, knows this is probably just a harmless crush which will remain unrequited because CEOs of billion dollar companies don't look at military lawyers turned interim head of covert organizations with anything more than understanding and professional respect at best and thinly veiled contempt at worst. Their friendship is enough, really, and should her inconvenient feelings ever come to light, she's certain that Lena will let her down gently and they can move on without mention of it down the road. To hope for anything more would be asking too much.
By three thirty, it's looking like she's going to have to rearrange things if she's still going to make it, which she does despite some grumblings from the rest of her team, passing the baton to her second in commmand while she finishes some paperwork that sadly won't do itself. Lucy manages to leave HQ by six (a new record), which should give her just enough time to swing by her place, grab a quick shower, and get the necessary supplies for their session.
Wraps. Gloves. A few knives. An extendable baton. She leaves the taser on the nightstand, no sense risking an accidental discharge and the fun that entails. She dumps the supplies into her bag, grabs a post-workout change of clothes before sending a quick text to confirm she's on her way and hopping on her bike to ride across town toward Lena's high rise. She rolls through two stop signs in her excitement, but loses a good fifteen minutes to people rubbernecking at an accident that Supergirl isn't around to help clear away.
The doorman lets her in without a fuss, having clearly been instructed to wave her in. She thanks him as he escorts her to the private penthouse elevator. Lucy hoists the bag on her shoulder for the long ride up and breathes a sigh of relief as the elevator doors open at last.
She's got her hand raised, set to knock when the door swings open. One look and up go the corners of Lucy's mouth.]
Hi.
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three old cellphones
a welding torch
and lots of spoons
ooh! and a kettle
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but i have to ask:
how many spoons
what kind/material
and why a kettle
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and the kettle's for the tea
oh, do you have tea?
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will lipton do?
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sorry, are there any brits in the deo?
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but not on my base, i'm afraid.
if you've got a brand preference for your teabags, please let me know.
i'll see what i can do
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and with the tardis still missing, can't exactly pop over to it
any luck on finding her?
[ it's been a whole day, doctor. ]
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answer's the same as the last time you asked
i've got my best and brightest looking.
but it's not exactly easy finding something that isn't generally intended to be found by the average passerby.
is there some kind of heat signature it gives off? radiation? a smell?
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huon particles?
anything involved in time travel, might be able to help
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i'll have to send your suggestion to winn
along with a request that we try and reach the only other time travelers i know.
if we can't find it, maybe they can.
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sort of
debatably
i was arguing against myself
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we argue with ourselves all the time.
let other people's opinions sew doubt in things that we know to be true about us.
let them sway our decision making.
what sort of internal debate were you having?
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the time lords were trying to pin crimes on me and conjured up a potential amalgamation of all of my evil to prosecute
didn't end well