Foxface shakes off Wash's shot like it's nothing, and Wash has a few moments to reconsider his strategy. Hopefully Pidge can hit the button without Foxface cottoning on to her strategy. If she catches him in the door, Wash may be able to get up close and personal with his knife without danger of Foxface retaliating. It's all going to depend on these next few seconds.
He spends several of them fighting back rage. He knows that look - it's a cocky dominant predator gambit - and he is not falling for it. He'll just have to rip Foxface's throat out before it even thinks of doubling back for Pidge. He can do that.
He glances over Foxface's shoulder to look at Pidge, to make sure she's ready, when-
He's not a very skilled lip reader, but those two words are impossible to miss. What's even easier to see is the grenade pin that falls from her lips as she mouths those words.
Wait- no-
The door slams shut.
A moment later, a loud explosions rattles the door, reverberations echoing down the hallway and making Wash wince. Seconds after that, the clanging of the chompers starting up again sounds through the doors, followed by the screech and grind of - ostensibly - something getting caught in said chompers.
Then there's nothing. Silence, for the space of a thought-
That had been her strategy the whole time - to get him out of blast range and use her grenade on Foxface.
-and another-
He'd fallen for it. He'd trusted her and he'd fallen for it like a fucking idiot.
-and another-
And now she's-
He shakes his head roughly. No. No. He can't start thinking like that. He has to know for sure. "Pidge, open the door." His voice is strangled and unsteady, and that won't do. Try again. Come on. "Pidge. Open the door." It's louder, more firm, but nothing happens, and he's still not getting anything but silence-
"Pidge!" He crosses the hallway in three strides and raps on the door, as though if he just knocks hard enough she'll let him in. "This isn't funny! C'mon!"
Silence. More. Still. She's not saying anything - he can't hear anything moving - she's just a kid, he's supposed to protect her, he could have handled Foxface and she-
He slams his fist against the door. "Pidge!" He's just about yelling now, as though volume and intensity will make a difference where time hasn't, as though screaming loud enough will change the facts-
She's a kid. She's a kid, with a team relying on her and her whole goddamn future ahead of her, and she put herself in harm's way for him, sacrificed herself for his trainwreck of a life, and he-
He's having trouble pulling himself together. This cannot have happened. It just can not.
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He spends several of them fighting back rage. He knows that look - it's a cocky dominant predator gambit - and he is not falling for it. He'll just have to rip Foxface's throat out before it even thinks of doubling back for Pidge. He can do that.
He glances over Foxface's shoulder to look at Pidge, to make sure she's ready, when-
He's not a very skilled lip reader, but those two words are impossible to miss. What's even easier to see is the grenade pin that falls from her lips as she mouths those words.
Wait- no-
The door slams shut.
A moment later, a loud explosions rattles the door, reverberations echoing down the hallway and making Wash wince. Seconds after that, the clanging of the chompers starting up again sounds through the doors, followed by the screech and grind of - ostensibly - something getting caught in said chompers.
Then there's nothing. Silence, for the space of a thought-
That had been her strategy the whole time - to get him out of blast range and use her grenade on Foxface.
-and another-
He'd fallen for it. He'd trusted her and he'd fallen for it like a fucking idiot.
-and another-
And now she's-
He shakes his head roughly. No. No. He can't start thinking like that. He has to know for sure. "Pidge, open the door." His voice is strangled and unsteady, and that won't do. Try again. Come on. "Pidge. Open the door." It's louder, more firm, but nothing happens, and he's still not getting anything but silence-
"Pidge!" He crosses the hallway in three strides and raps on the door, as though if he just knocks hard enough she'll let him in. "This isn't funny! C'mon!"
Silence. More. Still. She's not saying anything - he can't hear anything moving - she's just a kid, he's supposed to protect her, he could have handled Foxface and she-
He slams his fist against the door. "Pidge!" He's just about yelling now, as though volume and intensity will make a difference where time hasn't, as though screaming loud enough will change the facts-
She's a kid. She's a kid, with a team relying on her and her whole goddamn future ahead of her, and she put herself in harm's way for him, sacrificed herself for his trainwreck of a life, and he-
He's having trouble pulling himself together. This cannot have happened. It just can not.
"Pidge!"