...oops (Independence Day Fanfic)

Let's play kick ball; you be the ball.

"Major Mitchell, do you have a pistol?" David directed the question at the guy that had led us into the base before crazy scientist guy had taken over the tour for him. I wonder were that crazy guy went....
I was grinning ear to ear. Maybe, just maybe this plan could work, and we all might just have a shot of living through tomorrow. Maybe. Only maybe, but granted, that was the highest hope we had so far.
Major Mitchell just looked at David, confused. Probably confused at how obvious the question was; David really tends to ask those kinds of questions, I've noticed. Its kinda funny, honestly.
"Have you got a gun?" David repeated.
Mitchell nodded slowly, obviously still confused as to what David was getting at.
"Perfect," I said, grinning even wider.
Mitchell just gave me a weird look.
"See that Coke can on top of the alien craft?" David asked him, ignoring me (as he does). "Think you can shoot that thing off?"
The major raised his eyebrow skeptically at David.
"Shoot it," I requested, trying not to sound bossy, but hey I'm running low on sleep so cut me some slack.
Mitchell just looked at me like I was crazy, then looked to David, who gestured for him to do as I said, and then finally turned to the President.
"Sir?" he asked permission.
Pssssssshhhh, better to ask forgiveness than permission, am I right?
I'm not right, never listen to my advice, bad idea overall.
Whitmore looked at David and I for a moment, debating how sane we were (and to be honest, I'm still wondering that myself), and then told the major to go ahead.
Mitchell still looked a bit hesitant, but shrugged and raised his gun nonetheless, taking aim and firing.
The bullet hit the shield that David and I had reactivated around it, which is exactly what he and I had expected and hoped to happen. What we failed to account for, however, was the fact that 'hey, this will probably ricochet and possibly even hit people'.
Whoops.
I cringed as the bullet bounced off of the shield and continued to make it's way around the room, causing everyone to duck and scream. Mainly screaming at us.
Again, whoops.
"Sorry, sorry, my fault," David apologized, cringing slightly also, but being too focused on explaining the plan to feel too sorry. "The coke can is protected by the craft's shield, we can't penetrate their defences," he pointed out to our audience.
Well no shit, Sherlock. These politicians are idiots and dumbasses, but they're not that stupid.
...well...
I grinned to myself. At least by this point, I had enough self control to insult people nonverbally. I still would insult them, of course, but they don't know that.
"Yeah, we know that. What's your point?" Annoying rat-faced Nimsiki spoke up.
I rolled my eyes.
"Our point is, if we can't penetrate their defences, then we've gotta get around them somehow," I responded, trying to ignore Nimsiki's condescending tone.
"Right," David agreed, before tapping the screen a few times. "Major, one more time please. Any time."
Mitchell looked even more hesitant to shoot this time, but raised his pistol to eye level again when he got the nod of approval from Whitmore.
Clang.
The room fell silent once the bullet hit the can, causing it to fall.
I grinned happily, looking over at David, who smiled back at me.
"How did you do that?" One of the older guys, General Gray I think his name was, asked.
"I gave it a cold," David replied softly, looking at Julius like that meant something to the two of them.
I furrowed my brow. Well I mean that's one way to say it but...
"A virus," I clarified, seeing everyone else's confused faces. "A computer virus."
"Are you telling us you can send out a signal that will disable their shields?" General Gray asked us, still looking slightly in awe.
I nodded, grinning again. "Just like they used our satellites against us, we can use their own signal against them," I explained.
"If we plant a virus into that mother ship, it's gonna filter down into all the corresponding ships below," David continued for me, pointing at his drawing.
"I'm sorry. I don't understand. How exactly do we infect the mother ship with this virus?" Nimsiki asked, sounding like he added air quotes around 'mother ship'.
I scoffed at him, glaring.
Wipe that smug-ass look off your face bitch before I wipe it off for you.
God, I hate this guy.
David inhaled deeply before launching into the explanation of the plan. This is where it might be tough to convince them. "We're... We're gonna have to... fly their alien craft out of our atmosphere and dock with it. We can enter here, as shown in these satellite photos. We then upload the virus, set off some kind of explosion which'll disable it. That'll disorient the smaller ships below and that could buy you some time to... to take 'em... take 'em out. Take 'em down..."
"For you to mow the motherfu-"
David's hand clapped over my mouth before I could finish my sentence.
Rude. I was just trying to help him find the right words for the situation. Personally, I think my words were the perfect fit in this case.
I glared at David, and he just glared right back.
A scoff made me turn my head back to our audience.
"This is ridiculous!" Nimsiki exclaimed.
I yanked David's hand off of my face, glaring at the stupid rat. "Oh excuse us, I'm sorry," I sneered, sick and tired of this dumbass's bullshit. "Would you rather us do what you've been doing this whole time; just sitting around with our thumbs planted firmly up our asses, waiting for our heads to be blown off??"
David grabbed my arm gently, keeping me from lunging forward to punch the weasel's nose off.
"Hey-"
"How long will their shields be down?" The President interrupted Nimsiki before he could shoot something back at me.
I gritted my teeth and forced myself to look away from the guy, trying to calm myself down.
David shifted his weight uncomfortably, still holding onto my arm. "Uhh...I dunno, a matter of minutes," he offered nervously.
"You want us to coordinate a counterstrike with a window of a few minutes?" Nimsiki questioned us again.
I opened my mouth to yell at him again, but I felt David's grip on my arm tighten slightly. I looked at him and he just shook his head.
I huffed, pouting slightly. I just wanted nothing more than to punt this guy into the aliens myself.
"With the shields down, it might be possible," General Gray mused.
"Oh, please! We don't have the manpower or the resources to launch that kind of a campaign! Not to mention that this whole cockamamie plan depends on a machine that no one in this world is qualified to operate!" Nimsiki spouted off, glaring at David and I.
I dug my fingernails into my palms, and clenched my jaw. "Look you little fu-"
"Not necessarily sir," Captain Hiller stepped forward, interrupting me.
I yanked my arm out of David's grasp and crossed my arms firmly over my chest, digging my nails into my forearms. I was pissed, to say the least.
"I've seen them in action. I'm aware of their maneuvering capabilities. With your permission, General, I'd like the opportunity to try," Hiller continued, looking to General Gray for permission.
"That thing is a wreck. It crash-landed in the '50s. We don't even know if it's capable of flying!" Dumbass decided to run his mouth again.
I smirked slightly. This, we could at least prove.
"Jim, remove the clamps!" David called out over to one of the technicians.
The clamps that were holding the spaceship down were removed, and the craft hovered in air without the restriction, proving its ability to fly.
"Any other questions?" I snarled at Nimsiki.
He looked like he was going to say something back to me as his face turned red with anger, but the President interrupted him again before he could.
"Let's do it."
I shot Nimsiki a smug look, before turning around to David, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.
David held my shoulders with both of his hands, looking me in the eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked me softly, rubbing circles on my shoulders with his thumbs, which effectively both calmed me down a bit and set the butterflies in my stomach into tornado mode.
I sighed heavily. "Yeah, I just wanna punch that guy so hard that he's the one that ends up on the mother ship."
David laughed, shaking his head slightly at me.
"Oh, and speaking if which," I continued, "I am going. If not instead of you, at least with you."
"Ellie, listen-"
"No, you listen," I cut David off sternly. "Those damn aliens killed my family, and I am going to do all I can to kick their asses as repayment, and you can't stop me."
David sighed, rubbing his hands across his face. "Fine, fine. Just...don't do anything stupid or rash while we're up there," he said wearily.
I grinned widely. "Pssshhhh, me; stupid and rash? Only always," I joked.
David just laughed at me before going over to stand over by Captain Hiller who was standing, staring at the spaceship.
"Do you really think you can fly that thing?" David asked Hiller, somewhat skeptically.
"Do you really think you can do all that bullshit you just said?" Hiller shot back.
Fair point.
I jumped in, giving the two of them a lopsided grin. "Nah, we'll just bullshit our way through it all while we're up there too."

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A/N: Sorry that took so long!!! I was having technical difficulties :/
I promise I'll get the next one up faster :)
<3 you all!