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Flynn frowned for a moment. He was in full-on panic mode, but his brain was also working overtime to find a way out of this. Taking Eve’s hand in his, he locked eyes with her, silently communicating the need for her to trust him. Then, he jumped right through the solid wall. He had fortunately had with him an artifact that when worn would allow him to pass through solid barriers. He’d been examining it earlier, before their mission, when he’d gotten distracted. “Let’s go rescue our friends.”

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Killian chuckled. “Nay, love. I’ve just been alive much to long and been through far too much to be naive. There is no such thing as happiness. Only contentedness, and satisfaction, and pleasure.”

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Lorelai looked triumphant. “Judgey McJudgerson!” She accused, waving a finger in his direction. She then turned her signature grin on him. “Hmm, but I haven’t died yet. And mmm, it’s sooo good.” She took a bite of her cheeseburger. “Luke, you know what this needs? Bacon. Ooh, and chili cheese fries. And I want some pie. Cherry and blueberry. And four donuts. Actually make it six because Rory is coming.” She let out a dramatic gasp as she looked down at her mug. “Coffee empty. Empty bad!” Her face turned into a pout.

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“Rory, my baby, my angel, my loinfruit, have I taught you nothing with that Yale education I worked so hard to get my parents to pay for.” She joked. “Obviously, you have to keep the toaster on. If you unplug it then you’re going to interfere with the cooking process. Once a pop-tart has started cooking, you can’t stop it. Then, it’s a partially cooked pop-tart. Cold pop-tarts are acceptable, warm pop-tarts are acceptable, half-and-half? Not acceptable.” She explained. “So, my pop-tart was in the midst of being warmed and it got stuck, and I had to get it out. But like I said, you can’t interfere with the process. I had to let it keep cooking. Claire didn’t seem to mind.”

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I’m not really a Star Trek fan, I mean I have nothing against it I’ve just not seen much of it, but you’re also the only one of these I’ve had so I’ll try for you. 

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“I’ve picked up a few things.” It was jarring at first, having a full crew onboard the Waverider but they had proved themselves to be an interesting bunch, and it wasn’t long before Gideon found herself learning from each one of them. She used this knowledge to help them better achieve their goals.

“I am always here for advice, Captain.” She wondered what it was that perplexed him so, humans were funny creatures. “There are no stupid questions.”

Gideon always was there, wasn’t she? Rip smiled slightly at the comfort, even if in the end he found himself pushing his hands into the pockets of his coat as his shoulders drew tighter together. “Was reassurance always part of your protocol?” he asked, half-joking, but it was good to hear all the same-- perhaps more so given the fact that Gideon echoed all around him in a voice like a blanket. “I just...”

There was no point beating around the bush with her.

“I’ve been thinking about leaving,” he said, his tone a bit softer as he did. “For all the comfort that your calling me Captain will always be, we both know that hasn’t been the case on this ship, with this crew, in a long time.

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Rip laughs, the sound a breathy little thing, and then shakes his head as he looks from the diagnostics on the bridge table up into the general direction of the ceiling. “You’ve become far more perceptive since we first started with the rest of the team, did you know that?”

Then again, that’s probably not surprising at all. The Legends feel in a way that Rip never could-- or, perhaps, know what their feelings mean in a way that Rip never could. Gideon’s programmed to learn from the best influences; it’s no wonder she’s become so sensitive, just as the people he’d recruited seem to be.

He’s almost jealous. But that’s not the point.

“...but yes, Gideon. I’m all right.” He straightens, fingers flicking the numbers away on the screen and putting it on standby. “Just... thinking, that’s all. Considering my options.”

And the other Legends are all sleeping, he realises, so maybe...