I Know I haven't written in a while and I want to be posting the new chapter of "It Takes Time." but, it's taken longer than expected to sort out. Due to a number of health, family and other issues that I won't go into detail about. However, I wanted to post this for the new year. So enjoy :)

Unbetaed, because I didn't want to bother anyone over the holidays.

Sara opened a portal into Ava's apartment and breathed in the alarming smell smoke. The fire alarm rang in her ears as she caught Ava pulling something from the oven and dumping it into the sink. Sara ran over to the window and opened it up, grabbing a towel from the counter and waving the smoke out.

Ava pulled out the bench to directly under the fire alarm and stood on it to turn off the alarm. The room fell into a steady silence with only the hazy smoke and smell of burnt yams as evidence of Ava's failure.

"Hi," Ava said, ashamed as she stood on the bench.

"Hey," Sara said, glancing into the sink to see the remains of the black and charred side dish.

Ava fumbled with her hands as she made her way over to Sara, her cheeks pink with embarrassment.

"I made roast beef and green beans," she said, gesturing over to the crockpot and the cast iron pan on the stove.

"They look great," Sara said, walking over to her and wrapping her arms around Ava's waist. She pulled her in for a kiss hoping that it would relax Ava and help take away the stress of her disaster.

"I'm sorry about the Yams," Ava said as she pulled away from Sara and looking down at the concrete floor.

"What yams?" Sara asked, giving Ava a quick peck. "Come on, let's set the table. I'm starving!"

Ava laughed and followed her to the kitchen pulling out two plates before going to the stove and dishing them up. Sara smiled as she watched her, this was her's burnt yams and all.

The next day Sara took her leftovers out of the microwave on the Waverider before pulling up a seat between Zari and Mick.

"What have you got their Captain Lance?" Gary asked, eyeing her plate with wide eyes and a sneaky fork.

Sara pulled it closer to her and placed an arm on the table protecting her food. "Leftovers that Ava made last night."

Gary couldn't seem to help himself as he burst out laughing, and John giggled next to him. "Very funny Captain Lance."

"What's so funny?" Sara said, taking a bite not amused by Gary's outburst.

"Director Sharpe cooking," Gary said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Ava cooks all the time," Sara argued, in between bites.

"No way," Gary said. "We shared an apartment back when the bureau was just Rip and a handful of other agents. Ava doesn't cook and if she does, she burns it. She once set fire to the cabinets and almost burned down our apartment. Although technically that was the other Ava. Anyway, last week I asked her to cook a mini frozen pizza in the break room, because I was helping Mona with the magical creatures and she refused to even turn on the toaster oven for me."

Sara thought about the other Ava setting fire to her apartment and how different her Ava was from the rest. At least, Sara knows Ava would never burn down her home, their home. Ava had cooked for her several times over the year. She had even bought herself a cookbook and was slowly making her way through each recipe.

"Well," Sara said, a bit smug as she took another bite. "It must be just for me."