-December 2016-

Sara leaned against a wall near the docking bay. The team had just arrived back on the time ship after being away on a mission. Though, she could have gone, she decided to stay behind. It was 2016, after all, and she didn't want to go out in the field, especially when it was so close to home.

Ray had mentioned over the comms that a guest would be visiting for a little while. At least, until they get this whole "Legion of Doom" business sorted out.

Steam came flooding out as the door opened. All her teammates came flooding by in a whirl of smiles and laughter, but time seemed to stop when she saw a familiar face enter the ship. Sara's smile faded.

The guest kept his head down. She could see he was a blonde, with scruff very much like Oliver's. The tails of his trench coat dragged on the floor as he came up the ramp.

She normally wouldn't think twice about something like this, but something about him seemed so familiar.

The Waverider's doors closed behind him as he walked right toward her. Though Sara stared, he payed no attention. He was distracted with a small object in his right hand.

Sara strained to see what he could possibly be holding.

As he walked by, he continued to fiddle with it, making the same repetitive motion over and over. It clicked with each passing swipe.

Sara could see it clearly now.

A lighter. She recognized it. She had seen it, after waking up from the darkness over a year ago. The assassin wouldn't have recognized him at all if he hadn't been fidgeting with it so much the first time they had "met". She had been distracted enough with everything going on, that she had never gotten a good look at him.

"That's how I know you..." Sara said in a low whisper. She didn't mean to say it out loud, but it slipped out.

The man with the lighter stopped dead in his tracks. He looked up and turned to see where the voice had come from, finally taking notice of his surroundings.

The man backed up. "I'm sorry, 'luv. Have I had the pleasure?" He held out his hand.

Sara stared at him for a moment. She didn't really want to, but shook his hand anyway.

"You helped me out once… but we've never really met." The reply was vague, but she wanted to keep it that way. Death wasn't the greatest topic to talk about, especially in light of recent events.

The man laughed to himself a little before responding. "Oh, I've met many blondes in my day. You'll have to be more specific."

Sara raised her eyebrows. She wasn't sure if this was an attempt at humour or not.

"-Wait." The man waved his index finger in the air. "You're that dead one- ahh." He closed his eyes in thought. "Queen's friend. Sally- no, that's not it. -Sara!" He opened them again.

Sara nodded.

The man put his hands in the pockets of his trench coat.

"Your name's John Constantine, right?" Sara asked.

"One and the same." He winked and moved along down the hallway.

Sara sneered when his back had turned. She wasn't entirely sure if she liked him. But he saved her life once, so she figured she owed him some respect. Hopefully he wouldn't stay too long. She thought while trailing behind through the ship's corridor.

Hello! I hope you all enjoyed this! I am leaving this under the "complete" category but I may reopen this story in a little while. I would really like to, at least. We'll see. -REDtorical