Time Child

Getting the Spares

  Dean gives Greta what she needs and asks for something in return. 

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The ship wasn't very far, but it was without doubt very well hidden, Dean ushered Greta into the ship, his hand still over her back; she sighed with relief as the cool air of the ship hit her skin, the whole ship looked incredibly different from the Waverider, but Greta already knew that.

"Still clean as ever" she pointed out, coming to a stop; Dean stopped next to her and his hand dropped a bit further down her back, the young woman turned her body to look at Dean and his hand dropped down to the side of his body.

"You know me" he shrugged, he took off his hat and Greta rapidly copied him, holding her hat up to her chest. "The students are here" explained Dean, he glanced over his shoulder to check that no one was coming their way "I won't mention the Legends nor the Waverider" he continued as he turned to look at her "I won't tell them who you are either, so I hope you remember your alias"

"Of course I do" she nodded, she looked around and then turned to look at him. "I won't take long anyway"

"Come on then" he said, he signaled the corridor that lead away from the entry bay and Greta started to walk ahead of him, his hand once more landing over her back.

The halls were shining, its metal in pristine conditions, they walked past the small library that Greta knew by memory, it's crystal door was the only thing that had changed from the last time she had seen it; she glanced at it but continued to walk, she knew where they were going but still she allowed Dean to guide the way.

Golden War was everything but a battle ship, in fact Greta knew by primary source that this ship had never been under attack and by consequence, it had never attacked anyone back; that's why it always looked so perfect, its metal shiny, its equipment with every last upgrade, then again Golden War was always used for investigation purposed by Dean, a luxury he had thanks to the University he walked with.

They were walking down the corridor in silence when a pair of young women emerged from the room that Greta knew was a studio; the women were chuckling but came to a sudden stop when they saw Dean and Greta.

"Professor" smiled the woman with the pixie haircut.

"Valeria" he nodded at her "Silvia" he glanced at Greta "This is Mickey"

"Hey" nodded Greta, Silvia narrowed her eyes as she looked at Greta.

"Where is she from?" asked Valeria, her eyes barely glancing at Greta before she concentrated back on Dean.

"Our time" explained Dean "She's here to get supplies for her ship" Greta looked at Valeria and glanced at Dean by the rear of her eyes. "She's a historian,"

"Oh" whispered Valeria "Nice to meet you"

"Nice to meet you too" Greta answered.

"Anyway, I won't take long" Dean continued "I will come by the studio later to see how information gathering is going"

"Of course" Valeria smiled, and Silvia made an attempt not to groan because Greta was looking at them. "See you then"

And with that the two young women walked past Greta and Dean and down the hallway, their giggling replaced with whispering to each other; Greta glanced over her shoulder at them before she started to walk again, leaving Dean behind because she really didn't have time to lose, she couldn't really afford her team finding out that she was lying none stop since she had seen Dean that morning.

The workshop looked nothing like one, and it was by all means a lot smaller than the one in the Waverider, the rags and oil stains and metal pieces that usually decorated the floor and tables at the Waverider had no place in this workshop; a few tools sat over one of the only two tables and Greta smirked, Mick's organizing system would never work here, not to mention that Mick would probably have a fit if he saw a workshop of that size.