For Louthestarspeaker, who asked for protective prompt: "I'm not going anywhere. Not as long as you're in danger" with Virgil.
A quick short as I'm working but gumnut needs a bit o' Virg in her life right now.
It was always the same. Scott jumped in and Virgil caught him. Always had, always would. They were a partnership that defied definition, each one knowing what the other was thinking before anything was said.
It had been freaky growing up, but now it was invaluable.
So, when faced with six armed men and his oldest brother turning to him, Virgil cut him off before he could utter the words he was about to say.
"I'm not going anywhere. Not as long as you're in danger, Scott."
And damned if Scott just laughed. They backed up against each other, one grapple gun and one laser torch their only weapons.
"I wasn't going to say that."
"Sure you were."
"No, sorry, I really wasn't."
"Uh huh. I believe you. The rest of the world wouldn't, but I do."
"Ouch, Virg. That sarcasm is a bit heavy."
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Scott."
The men encircling them seemed to be confused by the cheerful conversation they were having. There was a flash of blue and yellow behind them and Virgil tensed. He was ready.
They moved like a well-oiled machine, and within 30 seconds all six men were disarmed and writhing around the floor, each one clutching their hands. The iR lasers would cut through metal, but they had been designed with safety in mind and couldn't be used on flesh. Holding a heated, broken gun, however, was always going to hurt.
Gordon stood outside the circle, his expression showing just how impressed he'd been by that display of teamwork.
"You two doing your freaky mind-thing again?" he asked. Scott and Virgil turned to look at each other.
"Of course not," they said simultaneously.