well here's one I just wrote for the D9 fic so sneak preview:
“You wanted to learn to shoot?” Alister asks.
“Yes.” It comes out almost before he finishes.
“Well, better to make noise here, so they can’t trace it back to camp,” Alister says, pulling his pistol out of its holster.
“And I’m guessing they’ve got bigger things to worry about at the moment,” Sara adds, smirking a little. [spoilers]
“That too.” Alister grants the point.
Sara steps up beside him, watching carefully.
“First rule,” Alister says, looking her in the eye. “Never point it at anyone you’re not planning on shooting. Ever.”
Sara nods.
“Not even if you’re sure it’s unloaded. Never. Got it?”
“Yeah,” Sara says, her enthusiasm turning more serious given the tone of voice he’s using. “I got it.”
“Okay,” he says. “Second rule: don’t put your finger on the trigger until you’re ready to shoot.” He turns so Sara can see how he’s holding it, finger along one side.
She nods again. “Okay.”
He goes through quite a few more rules, but none of them have the same deadly seriousness. Then he hands her the thing, and she tries to hold it like he showed her. It’s heavy, dark steel, and the handle settles into her palms like it belongs there.
Alister steps behind her, puts his hands over hers. Sara can smell sweat, and metal, and something sharper. The trees all seem to stand out a little more in the dark.
“Okay,” Alister says, “That pine tree, see if you can hit it.”
Sara moves her finger over the trigger, carefully, adjusts her aim. Alister’s hands are still over hers, but he’s letting her do the work.
“Okay,” Sara whispers, takes a deep breath, and fires.
The shock runs up her arms and she might have stumbled back if Alister wasn’t there. The sound echoes in the hills and then dies away.
There’s a broad groove in the side of the tree, bark splintering where the bullet passed.
Alister steps back. Sara lowers the gun, mindful of Rule One, and turns to look at him. She just fired a Peacekeeper’s gun. For the moment she feels invincible.
“One more, on your own,” Alister says, “then we’ve gotta go, that’s enough noise for one night.”
Sara nods, turns back to the tree. This time she braces herself, so the recoil jolts her shoulders, hurts enough where she’s beat up that she can’t hide the wince, but the bullet hits the tree.
It’s not dead center, the tree’s not that far away, but she did it.
She’s grinning when she hands back the weapon, feels her eyes gone wide. Alister smiles a little bit. “Well done,” he says. “Now let’s get this stuff back before someone comes out here to find us.”
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Sara, first time firing a gun
Date: 2017-07-03 01:04 am (UTC)“You wanted to learn to shoot?” Alister asks.
“Yes.” It comes out almost before he finishes.
“Well, better to make noise here, so they can’t trace it back to camp,” Alister says, pulling his pistol out of its holster.
“And I’m guessing they’ve got bigger things to worry about at the moment,” Sara adds, smirking a little. [spoilers]
“That too.” Alister grants the point.
Sara steps up beside him, watching carefully.
“First rule,” Alister says, looking her in the eye. “Never point it at anyone you’re not planning on shooting. Ever.”
Sara nods.
“Not even if you’re sure it’s unloaded. Never. Got it?”
“Yeah,” Sara says, her enthusiasm turning more serious given the tone of voice he’s using. “I got it.”
“Okay,” he says. “Second rule: don’t put your finger on the trigger until you’re ready to shoot.” He turns so Sara can see how he’s holding it, finger along one side.
She nods again. “Okay.”
He goes through quite a few more rules, but none of them have the same deadly seriousness. Then he hands her the thing, and she tries to hold it like he showed her. It’s heavy, dark steel, and the handle settles into her palms like it belongs there.
Alister steps behind her, puts his hands over hers. Sara can smell sweat, and metal, and something sharper. The trees all seem to stand out a little more in the dark.
“Okay,” Alister says, “That pine tree, see if you can hit it.”
Sara moves her finger over the trigger, carefully, adjusts her aim. Alister’s hands are still over hers, but he’s letting her do the work.
“Okay,” Sara whispers, takes a deep breath, and fires.
The shock runs up her arms and she might have stumbled back if Alister wasn’t there. The sound echoes in the hills and then dies away.
There’s a broad groove in the side of the tree, bark splintering where the bullet passed.
Alister steps back. Sara lowers the gun, mindful of Rule One, and turns to look at him. She just fired a Peacekeeper’s gun. For the moment she feels invincible.
“One more, on your own,” Alister says, “then we’ve gotta go, that’s enough noise for one night.”
Sara nods, turns back to the tree. This time she braces herself, so the recoil jolts her shoulders, hurts enough where she’s beat up that she can’t hide the wince, but the bullet hits the tree.
It’s not dead center, the tree’s not that far away, but she did it.
She’s grinning when she hands back the weapon, feels her eyes gone wide. Alister smiles a little bit. “Well done,” he says. “Now let’s get this stuff back before someone comes out here to find us.”