Re: log: flash/felicity hang at the lab
He unravelled possibility with the kind of ease Felicity associated with cheap sweaters, one end loose and you pulled and it was over. Or relationships, but that was depressing and Flash was sinking far enough for two of them. "So you pick them off." She reached for another test-tube and she tipped her head back against the tank, getting comfortable because confidence-tricks and stealing assurances from other people was way more her bag than Americana over here.
"You pick out who you think might have something exploitable, and you snuggle up. You make it comfortable, until they've forgotten what it's like to watch your own back. People are valuable, Flash. What the League can offer, unless it's an apartment for one in outer Siberia, it isn't safe. If you'll turncoat? You don't have safe. You don't know what to do with it if you have it, but the cat-burglars on the team?" This was all gleam and she was a professional and the moniker was pride, "They know how to take a call on valuable. Figure out your weak links, make them feel safe." A shoulder-shrug. She wasn't a vet. She didn't have scruples to bury and she hadn't fought at anyone's side long enough for loyalty. But Felicity was willing to bet at least half the team had been there before.
"I don't think it goes away because you tell it that it's a waste of energy, babe. I think it creeps up on you as you're falling asleep, instead." And she didn't think Gwen could science on the run. She didn't think Gwen ran.
"You're making it about you now. What if she was fine with the one option? I'm not the one with the answer to that question. But guilt's a bitch."