Legends, in short

by Jael K

This is where I'll post anything short I write. (Hahahaha ... no, really.) I would welcome prompts as a writing exercise, although I can't guarantee when I'll get to them. Will be mostly CaptainCanary, even it just falls under the "friendship" category. Will probably include humor and angst, 'cause me. Sometimes both at the same time.

2. Busted

Because I said I would. (And I love a challenge. And "Mythbusters.") This is ridiculous. It was SO much fun.

I own nothing.

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Depending on how long his strides are, it takes Rip Hunter three to five steps to pace the area in front of the two miscreants in his office.

The average is four. Step-step. Step-step.

They've had time to count. He's been pacing since he called them in here.

Not that either of them looks too impressed. Sara looks like she's holding back laughter. Snart looks bored.

Step-step. Step-step.

Finally, he stops. "What on Earth were you thinking?!"

Gideon is helpful. "Capt. Hunter, I believe Mr. Snart and Ms. Lance, as they say, 'binge-watched' seasons one through 12 of a television show called 'Mythbusters' over the course of the past…"

Hunter is having none of it.

"I didn't care…much…when the cargo-bay walls were slightly damaged in the course of testing whether it's a mistake to bring knives to a gunfight…"

"Not when Sara has the knives, it's not."

"…I looked the other way about the five cases of duct tape…"

"Hey, that could come in handy…"

"…I didn't even ask about the dental floss, antacids, and salsa…"

"Research."

"…I even let you off with a warning when you talking Mr. Palmer into the whole bubblewrap thing!"

"He can fly; he wouldn't have gotten hurt. Much."

"But this, this is beyond the pale…"

"We were bored."

"You brought C4 on my ship!"

"You brought a walking, talking nuclear reactor on this ship; is this that much worse?"

Sara leans over and whispers, "Did he find the thermite?"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

After being thoroughly reamed out, a process that gets very little reaction from the troublemakers but sends Hunter into an utter meltdown, the good captain departs, muttering under his breath, presumably in search of more reasonable people to deal with.

The seconds tick on as they sit in silence. Finally, she turns to looks at him, catches the smirk hovering at the corner of his mouth.

"Do you have it?"

One long-fingered hand dips into his jacket, emerges to flourish the contraband within.

Superglue. Extra-large. Extra-strength.

Time for some redecorating.