PSL: Travels outside the Barge (w/Malcolm)

[empathicfault]

Piloting their new ship is a little difficult. It takes reading the (somehow enclosed) manual back-to-front and learning the control panel, now situated in what looks like a little closet on the window side of the living room. It's in the new hallway that leads to the small courtyard, which Will intends to decorate once they get this one chore done first.

Thankfully, the majority of the controls are intuition-based, going off the person who puts their hand on a small orb on the panel. The rest, as it turns out, is tweaking. And luckily (or otherwise), no tweaking is necessary for their first flight.

They're heading to Will's home world.

But Will doesn't specify where, just a year later than he left. he inadvertently brings them to where he'd left. The door opens from a wall of Hannibal's cliffside home, and looks out onto the driveway. The Dragon's wings are still there, staining the cement. They overlook the grey day and the churning seaside.

Will finds himself stuck in the doorway, unsure whether he's compelled to walk out and remember or slam the door shut and take them elsewhere.

Comments

[abrightboy]

“I love Goya,” Malcolm whispers. “It was a nice touch. No other artist captures the desolation of the soul the way he did.”

Even while he whispers, his head is tilted slightly, listening for Jack’s footfalls or his voice.

[empathicfault]

Jack's footfalls are not hard to hear. He stops for a mere moment, then stomps down the stairs. He's clearly doing a sweep of the house, and the kitchen will be the last place he checks. As he looks into the study, Will slips out of the pantry and waits behind the half-closed door to the kitchen.

He doesn't direct Malcolm- he figures his husband can decide where he wants to place himself.

Jack pushes the door open slowly, turning on the light in the process. Will lets it swing past him and aims a kick at Jack's knee, which causes the Head of the FBI's Behavioral Unit to fire his gun wildly into the ceiling as he falls to the ground. Will stomps on Jack's gun-wielding hand and hears the bones crunch.

"You're very lucky I don't plan to kill you, Jack. You might not want to push it."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm stays where he is for a moment, until Will knocks Jack down. As Will issues his warning, Malcolm casually steps over and picks up Jack’s gun. He takes out the clip with practiced ease and then empties the chamber before thumbing each bullet out of the clip one by one.

“Glock 19M. A standard issue FBI sidearm.” He examines it, holding it with his free hand. “You clean it about half as often as you should. Careless. Didn’t your firearm instructor at Quantico tell you that could result in a misfire?” He tosses the gun away from himself and finishes emptying the clip before dropping it on the floor.