Re: log: flash/felicity hang at the lab
She didn't make the mistake he and Reaper were twins, Siamese attached at the hand or the hip but they weren't the same or separate. Flash was apple pie and Americana and Reaper? Reaper was something from the sci-fi channel and nobody had commissioned a blend of those two shows. Felicity didn't know the difference between Reaper splashing because he felt gross because he'd been dragged into a fight and Reaper expressing sentiment. If she had - there was only so much a girl could take with sentient life forms.
"I don't think that's an option." Not for Flash. Trust wasn't a word that got gambled on but the team wasn't banded together on shared experiences and a heart full of Uncle Sam. The team would take people or it would crumble and Felicity didn't have to be any good at being a team-player to understand that. She finished her test-tube and she prompted him to pour another and she listened as he told her Gwen was the key to the world. He sounded half like the boy on the team who'd been kind of convincing and he sounded half like he was a boy in love with a girl. It was cute, disgustingly so but this wasn't a comic book strip.
"So you're predicting how long before they try to storm the doors? If she's an asset, Aegis will want her. And if she's wanted by somebody else? Her price goes way, way up. High-security up." It worked for art. It worked the way for anything a little bit rare, but she didn't think that provided comfort to the boy sucking back tequila from science.
"Why do you think you made a choice for her, boy scout? Did you put the pen in her hand? Or were you just Uncle Sam-ing it up with the offer from the top?" Felicity turned very deliberately toward him and the smile hovered but it didn't sit.