RB/ORPHAN BLACK CROSSOVER | Conduct Unbecoming of Clone Detectives [Luke/Gail + Chad]
Title | Conduct Unbecoming of Clone Detectives
Fandom | Rookie Blue & Orphan Black
Characters | Luke, Gail and Chad.
A/N | Spoilers for both series.
We can all blame waltzmatildah for this one. (One of my favorite internet pplz EVER. ILY xoxo)
IV.
"Okay so the first thing you want to do is to never point the gun AT YOUR FACE." Gail's voice rises as she catches Chad idiotically trying to look down the barrel of his gun. Startled, Chad almost drops it and Gail brings a dejected hand up to her face for what seems like the hundredth time.
Sitting not too far away, safely behind a set of glass doors with a pile of papers, is Luke, rolling his eyes at the absurdity his life has become. The thought of Chad handling a gun didn't strike him as the smartest idea, but Gail insisted he learn how to shoot, especially after the little altercation three nights ago where he hid at the first sign of trouble, leaving Luke to deal with a would be assassin on his own. Gail would have started the lessons earlier, but it took three days just for her to stand being in the same room as his clone without wanting to scratch his eyes out.
Clone.
There were many labels over the years, ones he had gotten used to and even managed to overcome. Foster Kid. Delinquent. A fucking waste of space. That last one was courtesy of his "Uncle" Jack, the last foster father he had before finally running away days before his sixteenth birthday.
Oh, there's another one: teenage runaway.
But none of those labels ever managed to get under his skin like the c-word. At least with the others, he had a chance of changing them. Of making something out of his life that made those labels fall away and become forgotten. Clone? That went deeper than all of the others combined, and then some. It made him something else; something unnatural.
"Chad, I swear to all that is holy, I will shoot you myself if you don't stop fucking around." Luke looks up at her, sounding more on edge than usual when she's dealing with Chad. If it were under any other circumstances, he would have found her quickly thinning patience an amazing accomplishment on Chad's part. Not many were able to get under her skin and annoy her so; a gift and a curse she once called it. A gift because she would always be able to keep her cool under any situation. A curse because once a person did get beneath her thick skin, they would be there for life.
(This she explained to him, with a whisper against his lips and a leg hitched around his waist, the night they decided to stop denying their feelings for each other.)
"I'm taking a break. Just…aim for the center and try not to kill yourself, okay?" She sighs tiredly twenty agonizing minutes later and leaves Chad alone in the shooting range they had to drive two hours and three towns over in order to avoid anyone they knew. Gail managed to sweet talk the owner into letting them have the whole place to themselves for at least two hours. Luke had a sneaking suspicion she did it for him so he wouldn't have to deal with any curious stares they usually got on the rare occasions he and Chad were seen out in public together. Two sexy and identical Vikings never failed to get the attention of everyone within a mile radius. (Those were Gail's words, not his.)
Securing her gun in the holster, Gail pulls the noise muffling buds out of her ears and rolls her eyes when she catches Luke watching her. "I've never seen someone with such crap aim before. Even my grandmother could hit that target and she's just had a stroke."
A corner of his mouth rises and his dark mood lifts.
"So identical DNA doesn't give him an automatic advantage?" He says to her as she removes the pile of paperwork from his lap and onto the bench across from them. Her subtle way of telling him to ease up on the detective-ing. She sits next to him and immediately places her legs over his lap.
"Other than those golden boy looks and the ability to irritate me to no end, Chad is nothing like you." To prove her point, she waves a hand in Chad's direction, who is now trying to twirl his gun like a western gunslinger and looking extremely ridiculous while doing so.
"Well, that takes a load off my mind." He smiles, giving her thigh an affectionate squeeze.