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Fic: Saturday
Title: Saturday
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters: Adora, Wyatt, the recruits, Ethan and the Captain and his wife
Rating: PG
Summary: The day before the Officers' Ball, Adora heads to the range and the boys get haircuts.
Warning: pre-series *follows Friday Night Dinner and squishes inbetween Intimidation. For gatechic
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
What is This Feeling? | Perfect | Every Little Trait, However Small | Special Delivery | Friday Night Dinner | Intimidation | Saturday | Shoes, Hair and Spoons... Oh My! | Frozen Reflections | Relocation | Lost Boy
"George," Ethan asked, leaning back in his seat and eyeing Adora, "you still keep a stock of shotguns in the armory?" Adora looked up with wide eyes and shook her head slightly.
"We certainly do," the Captain nodded, letting his eyes move from Ethan to Adora. Giving her a smile, the Captain nodded again. "He raise you up on a shotgun, Lieutenant?"
"Yes, sir," Adora replied, glancing at the table then throwing a short look to Ethan.
"Well," the Captain said, shifting in his seat and leaning forward, "it so happens that the range is open tomorrow." Adora’s eyes narrowed. "Assuming you wanted to get some practice in before next week, that is," the Captain added. Adora nodded slowly and drew a shape on the tablecloth with her finger.
"I would like to improve... with the pistol," she said. The Captain looked at his wife and smiled, then nodded to Adora.
"I'll be there after lunch and... if anyone should happen by as I'm on my way out, well..." he trailed and shrugged in Ethan's direction. Ethan mimicked the motion and nodded.
Ameila shook her head. "You boys are going to try and outshoot each other and you know it." She rolled her eyes and smiled as Adora tried to hide her own.
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Adora glanced up from her book as the guys made a bit of a ruckus. They were heading out together, to pick their uniforms up from the laundry, as well as get haircuts. Her eyes followed them as the group neared the door; Levi stopped short and turned back, then hurried back to his bunk, which was next to Adora's.
"You gonna come and watch the fun?" he asked quietly, after pulling a small pouch from the drawer. "Charlie cried the last time they cut his hair," he offered with a cheeky grin. Adora ducked behind the book and smiled.
"I'll pass, thanks."
"Don't stay inside all day," he offered, reaching out to tap her shoulder.
"I'm going down to the range," she told him as Wyatt came back into the barrack.
"Get a move on, Woods," he barked, nodding toward the others. Levi nodded to him and glanced back to Adora.
"Just remember that the bang goes that way," he smirked, pointing away from both of them. Adora leaned forward and tried to smack him with the book, but Levi jumped back and moved around her bunk and shot her another wide grin before he disappeared through the doorway.
Of all the recruits, Levi was definitely the nicest. Probably because he was also an outsider. Though he was from the Southern Guild, Levi was the son of a farmer, so they had much more in common than, say, she did with Wyatt Cain.
Of course, now that she knew about Wyatt's family tree, it was a different matter. Well, she still couldn't stand him and he couldn't stand her.
But that wasn't the point.
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"We could get you all done up with some flowers and some shine," Wyatt teased, poking at Charlie's hair. Charlie ducked away as the rest of the recruits laughed and he wiped a hand through his hair. The man was cursed with quickly-growing hair; it had been cut three times since they’d started training.
"I'll leave the flowers to Springer, thanks," Charlie mumbled. Porter laughed as Jack nodded to the barber and pushed out of the seat.
"Next?"
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When the boys returned, Wyatt noticed Adora was not present inside the barracks. Billy and Porter were horsing around as Levi and Charlie hung their freshly-pressed uniforms up; they were going to go down to the cafeteria for dinner - the Chief and the other instructors had been trying to get the recruits to have their meals together as graduation grew closer, but it wasn't working very well.
"Can we go eat, please?" Jack asked. Everyone nodded and headed outside. They were half-way across the grounds when Levi broke off.
"Dinner's this way," Porter pointed.
"You need me to hold your hand?" Levi snapped back. "I do know the way."
"You'll miss out on the pie," Billy frowned. "Port'll steal yours." Porter frowned and reached up to smack Billy.
"You go," Wyatt nodded to Levi. "I'll get Springer." Levi raised an eyebrow and Wyatt nodded again. "It's my job to keep the team together," he shrugged. The Chief had assigned the task to Wyatt after a smart comment during one of the training sessions, and Wyatt wasn't about to push his luck.
Not that he cared, of course.
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Wyatt stood in the doorway and watched as Adora raised her arm. 'No, no, that's all wrong,' he thought, shaking his head. 'It's no wonder she can't hit the target.' She dropped the pistol to the stand and leaned forward.
Something so simple as firing a gun and it seemed to be the one thing she couldn't do. It was an odd sensation, he mused, realizing that he actually felt sorry for her. Probably because, when his grandfather first taught him how to shoot, Wyatt couldn't hit the target, either.
Of course, he was about five.
Still, if she would just adjust her arm, she would be able to hit the target with ease. It was as if she'd never even seen a pistol, days before, when the range attendant placed it in her hands. How could someone raised in the country - the outlands - not have a clue as to how to hold a pistol?
As she raised the pistol again, Wyatt found himself shaking his head. Her stance was wrong, she was holding the pistol grip too tight, her elbow was locked...
She was never going to survive the qualifier if she kept this up.
Not that he wanted her to succeed.
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The Captain had finally ushered both of them out, ordering them to get dinner before the cafeteria closed for the evening. As they walked across the grounds, Wyatt began to feel a bit uncomfortable, but he wouldn't admit embarrassment. After all, he had never mastered a shotgun.
Of course, shotguns weren't exactly commonplace in Central City.
"How did you even get past the application?" he finally snapped as they neared the main building. "They ask you right there," he continued with a hand gesture.
"All it asked was whether or not I had experience with firearms," Adora replied with a sneer. "It didn't specify hand guns." Wyatt rolled his eyes. "Under 'Special Skills', did you put down 'hard-headed, unmannered ape'?"
As soon as she said it, Adora wished she hadn't. That man had a habit of making her say things she normally wouldn't say to anyone, no matter how much they annoyed her. Letting out a breath, Adora winced and she mentally slapped herself. She stepped back and turned toward the barrack.
"Aren't you going to have dinner?" he asked, trying to stay calm.
"I'm sorry," Adora turned and shook her head. "I'm really not hungry, tonight. Big day, tomorrow, and all. Good evening, Lieutenant," she said calmly, offering him a courteous nod. Wyatt fought the urge to remind her that they shared a barrack, so he'd be seeing her again that evening.
After all, to say that her comments were unjustified wouldn't be entirely accurate.
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There are 14 recruits, counting Adora. They are split up into two groups - 7 and 7 - and it's not that the other group isn't important, but Adora lives with these guys. You'll survive ;) Also: Levi Because, well... that's him
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters: Adora, Wyatt, the recruits, Ethan and the Captain and his wife
Rating: PG
Summary: The day before the Officers' Ball, Adora heads to the range and the boys get haircuts.
Warning: pre-series *follows Friday Night Dinner and squishes inbetween Intimidation. For gatechic
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
What is This Feeling? | Perfect | Every Little Trait, However Small | Special Delivery | Friday Night Dinner | Intimidation | Saturday | Shoes, Hair and Spoons... Oh My! | Frozen Reflections | Relocation | Lost Boy
"George," Ethan asked, leaning back in his seat and eyeing Adora, "you still keep a stock of shotguns in the armory?" Adora looked up with wide eyes and shook her head slightly.
"We certainly do," the Captain nodded, letting his eyes move from Ethan to Adora. Giving her a smile, the Captain nodded again. "He raise you up on a shotgun, Lieutenant?"
"Yes, sir," Adora replied, glancing at the table then throwing a short look to Ethan.
"Well," the Captain said, shifting in his seat and leaning forward, "it so happens that the range is open tomorrow." Adora’s eyes narrowed. "Assuming you wanted to get some practice in before next week, that is," the Captain added. Adora nodded slowly and drew a shape on the tablecloth with her finger.
"I would like to improve... with the pistol," she said. The Captain looked at his wife and smiled, then nodded to Adora.
"I'll be there after lunch and... if anyone should happen by as I'm on my way out, well..." he trailed and shrugged in Ethan's direction. Ethan mimicked the motion and nodded.
Ameila shook her head. "You boys are going to try and outshoot each other and you know it." She rolled her eyes and smiled as Adora tried to hide her own.
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Adora glanced up from her book as the guys made a bit of a ruckus. They were heading out together, to pick their uniforms up from the laundry, as well as get haircuts. Her eyes followed them as the group neared the door; Levi stopped short and turned back, then hurried back to his bunk, which was next to Adora's.
"You gonna come and watch the fun?" he asked quietly, after pulling a small pouch from the drawer. "Charlie cried the last time they cut his hair," he offered with a cheeky grin. Adora ducked behind the book and smiled.
"I'll pass, thanks."
"Don't stay inside all day," he offered, reaching out to tap her shoulder.
"I'm going down to the range," she told him as Wyatt came back into the barrack.
"Get a move on, Woods," he barked, nodding toward the others. Levi nodded to him and glanced back to Adora.
"Just remember that the bang goes that way," he smirked, pointing away from both of them. Adora leaned forward and tried to smack him with the book, but Levi jumped back and moved around her bunk and shot her another wide grin before he disappeared through the doorway.
Of all the recruits, Levi was definitely the nicest. Probably because he was also an outsider. Though he was from the Southern Guild, Levi was the son of a farmer, so they had much more in common than, say, she did with Wyatt Cain.
Of course, now that she knew about Wyatt's family tree, it was a different matter. Well, she still couldn't stand him and he couldn't stand her.
But that wasn't the point.
-----------
"We could get you all done up with some flowers and some shine," Wyatt teased, poking at Charlie's hair. Charlie ducked away as the rest of the recruits laughed and he wiped a hand through his hair. The man was cursed with quickly-growing hair; it had been cut three times since they’d started training.
"I'll leave the flowers to Springer, thanks," Charlie mumbled. Porter laughed as Jack nodded to the barber and pushed out of the seat.
"Next?"
-----------
When the boys returned, Wyatt noticed Adora was not present inside the barracks. Billy and Porter were horsing around as Levi and Charlie hung their freshly-pressed uniforms up; they were going to go down to the cafeteria for dinner - the Chief and the other instructors had been trying to get the recruits to have their meals together as graduation grew closer, but it wasn't working very well.
"Can we go eat, please?" Jack asked. Everyone nodded and headed outside. They were half-way across the grounds when Levi broke off.
"Dinner's this way," Porter pointed.
"You need me to hold your hand?" Levi snapped back. "I do know the way."
"You'll miss out on the pie," Billy frowned. "Port'll steal yours." Porter frowned and reached up to smack Billy.
"You go," Wyatt nodded to Levi. "I'll get Springer." Levi raised an eyebrow and Wyatt nodded again. "It's my job to keep the team together," he shrugged. The Chief had assigned the task to Wyatt after a smart comment during one of the training sessions, and Wyatt wasn't about to push his luck.
Not that he cared, of course.
-----------
Wyatt stood in the doorway and watched as Adora raised her arm. 'No, no, that's all wrong,' he thought, shaking his head. 'It's no wonder she can't hit the target.' She dropped the pistol to the stand and leaned forward.
Something so simple as firing a gun and it seemed to be the one thing she couldn't do. It was an odd sensation, he mused, realizing that he actually felt sorry for her. Probably because, when his grandfather first taught him how to shoot, Wyatt couldn't hit the target, either.
Of course, he was about five.
Still, if she would just adjust her arm, she would be able to hit the target with ease. It was as if she'd never even seen a pistol, days before, when the range attendant placed it in her hands. How could someone raised in the country - the outlands - not have a clue as to how to hold a pistol?
As she raised the pistol again, Wyatt found himself shaking his head. Her stance was wrong, she was holding the pistol grip too tight, her elbow was locked...
She was never going to survive the qualifier if she kept this up.
Not that he wanted her to succeed.
-----------
The Captain had finally ushered both of them out, ordering them to get dinner before the cafeteria closed for the evening. As they walked across the grounds, Wyatt began to feel a bit uncomfortable, but he wouldn't admit embarrassment. After all, he had never mastered a shotgun.
Of course, shotguns weren't exactly commonplace in Central City.
"How did you even get past the application?" he finally snapped as they neared the main building. "They ask you right there," he continued with a hand gesture.
"All it asked was whether or not I had experience with firearms," Adora replied with a sneer. "It didn't specify hand guns." Wyatt rolled his eyes. "Under 'Special Skills', did you put down 'hard-headed, unmannered ape'?"
As soon as she said it, Adora wished she hadn't. That man had a habit of making her say things she normally wouldn't say to anyone, no matter how much they annoyed her. Letting out a breath, Adora winced and she mentally slapped herself. She stepped back and turned toward the barrack.
"Aren't you going to have dinner?" he asked, trying to stay calm.
"I'm sorry," Adora turned and shook her head. "I'm really not hungry, tonight. Big day, tomorrow, and all. Good evening, Lieutenant," she said calmly, offering him a courteous nod. Wyatt fought the urge to remind her that they shared a barrack, so he'd be seeing her again that evening.
After all, to say that her comments were unjustified wouldn't be entirely accurate.
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There are 14 recruits, counting Adora. They are split up into two groups - 7 and 7 - and it's not that the other group isn't important, but Adora lives with these guys. You'll survive ;) Also: Levi Because, well... that's him
