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It was all quiet on the Waverider. Ray, Kendra, Jax and Snart were all out somewhere and only Sara and Rip were in the control room. Stein and Mick were off elsewhere on the ship. It was quiet. Rip was leaning over his wooden table and Sara was sitting in a chair in the corner. Rip was going over some of Gideon's plans and was very consumed by it. He had always liked complicated things since he was only a boy. Sara was bored. She had had enough of the ship and was dying to get off it but she had decided to stay when the others had left. God knows where they were.

She sighed and stood up. She went over to Rip and leaned over the table. 'Need any help with that?' she asked.

'Thank you, Miss Lance, but I am perfectly capable to look over Gideon's plans myself,'

'Are you sure?' she challenged.

'Quite sure,' there was a silent pause.

She sighed, 'Alright then, Mr Hunter,' she mocked, 'let's play a game,'

Rip turned around in surprise. Sara wanting to play a game? He thought her encounter with the Lazarus pit would have eradicated her ability to understand the simple concept of playing a game. 'I hardly think that it would be appropriate, Miss Lance, for us to play a game in our particular situation,'

'You mean the situation where we sit here whilst half of our crew is out partying and we're stuck here, practically waiting for Lord Savage to come and kill us all?'

'Yes that would seem to be the current predicament,'

'God, Rip. Live a little,'

At this Rip sighed and turned around. He decided to accept Miss Lance's challenge. 'Alright then. What game shall we play?'

Sara pretended to think. 'Hide and Seek,'

Rip smirked. 'Isn't that a little pre-mature for you, Sara?'

She just smirked, 'Count to thirty,' was her reply.

Rip sighed and started counting. He was sick of looking over the plans anyway and this seemed like a good enough distraction. He did like sending time with Miss Lance anyway. 'One…Two…Three…Four…' he continued, '…twenty-eight…twenty-nine…thirty!'

He started to look for her. He looked in the cell, in her room, he made Gideon check the ship but she refused to give away any information. 'That would defeat the purpose of the game, Captain Hunter,' was her reasoning. Rip sighed and continued to look. He looked in the store room where she did her training with Kendra and he looked in the kitchen. She was nowhere to be found. He gave up and went back to the control room. He called out, 'Alright, Miss Lance. You can come out now!'

He bent over the table and began looking over the boring plans again. He just about reached for his gun when Sara jumped up behind him and shocked him. 'Ah!' he yelped. When he turned round a very smug smile rested on Sara's lips and a laugh escaped from them. 'Jesus Christ, Sara!' she just continued to laugh. Soon he started laughing a little. He then started to run at her but she was too fast. She ran out of the control room and Rip closely followed. Their game of Hide and Seek quickly changed into a game of Chasee. Sara was winning but she hesitated at a crossway and Rip caught up with her. He reached for her but she quickly slipped away. Their laughs filled the once empty echoes of the ship.

Sara was just about to duck into another hallway just outside of Rip's room but he caught her by the hand and spun her around. She pushed him back intending to hit a wall they accidentally opened the automatic door to Rip's room. They came crashing down, Sara on top of Rip. They laughed even harder. Sara rolled off him. 'Caught you,' Rip said.

'I thought you said that games were a little pre-mature?'

'May I remind you that you're the one who wanted to play in the first place,'

'True,' she nodded. She hopped up and held a hand out to Rip. She pulled him up but he stumbled and pushed Sara into the other wall. This time his head seemed to collide with her chest and she gripped onto his shoulders for support from her fall. When Rip had regained his balance he instantly shot up. He was slightly embarrassed by the conundrum and apologised.

'It's all good,' she waved him off.

'Well, shall we get back to our work then?'

'You go on. I think I need a rest after that chase.'

Rip nodded and headed back to the control room. Sara inwardly laughed. Had Rip just touched her? He must be so embarrassed, she thought to herself, but she couldn't help but laugh a little. She sighed and headed off to her room. She decided to have a shower to freshen up. She turned on the hot water and cranked up some music. She asked Gideon to make her room sound-proof so no one would hear it, or her bad singing. She had taken quite a liking to the popular music after breaking away from the League and since Oliver and Sin had introduced her to the basics. Her taste had grown from there. She continued to sing.

Rip, in the control room, was rather embarrassed. How could he have been so stupid? Playing a game with Miss Lance was not the thing to be doing right now. He had to locate Savage and save his family. A lot of work if he actually looked at it. But as much as he tried to focus on the plans he couldn't help but let his mind wander back to Sara and the game. It really was fun. He hadn't had that much fun in a long time. He enjoyed their carefree laughter and their playful moods. They were a great pair. Even in their work they helped each other and kept them on course. 'Gideon,' Rip asked, 'show me Miss Lance,'

'Captain Hunter, I am afraid that Miss Lance has made her room soundproof and she is currently using the bathroom,'

'Oh,' Rip thought to himself. It was certainly not a good idea to intrude on Miss Lance at such a time, but he couldn't help himself but to take a peep, or at least a listen, 'Gideon, please just give me an audio. Quietly,'

'Certainly, Captain.'

Over the speakers there came the faint sound of Sara's voice. She was singing some cheesy pop-song from her era. It was something catchy and up-beat. Rip smiled a little. It was almost as if Rip was seeing a new side to Sara. One that he liked. When he heard Sara turn off the water he shut the audio off. When Sara finally came back into the control room she resumed her seat which she was sitting in before and asked again if he needed any help.

'Once again, Miss Lance, I am perfectly capable to do this task myself,'

'Alright then,' she sat back and began humming a tune. The same tune that she was singing in the shower. Rip couldn't help but listen again.

It was another couple of minutes before he spoke again, 'I'm going to go get something to eat. Would you like anything?' he asked.

'What about I just come with you?'

'Or you could just do that,'

They both wandered to the kitchen. Rip heated up something futuristic whilst Sara settled for a packet of chips which looked edible. They both sat in silence eating. Sara was bored again, so she asked again. 'Do you want to play a game?'

Rip looked up sarcastically, 'Will it be as terrifying as your last game?'

She laughed, 'No,'

'Then what game shall we play?'

'I was thinking…Eye Spy,'

'Eye Spy?'

Sara fake gasped in shock, 'Don't tell me Rip Hunter doesn't know how to play Eye Spy?' she put her hand on her chest and pretended to look offended.

'Miss Lance, I have lived in many more time periods than you. I think I know how to play Eye Spy,'

'Okay, you start,'

'Unfortunately, Miss Lance, I started last time so I believe that it is now your turn,'

'Fine,' she smiled, 'Eye spy with my little eye something that start with the letter 'e''

Rip thought for a while. 'Electricity?'

'No,'

'Ears?'

'Close,'

'Eyes,'

'Yes,' she looked meaningfully at him, 'And what colour are mine?'

Rip leaned in closer, almost entranced by Miss Lance. 'Blue,'

'Yours are like green-blue,' she leaned in closer, 'I like the colour,'

'I like your colour too,'

They were very close now. Their faces almost touching. They were both leaning over the bench towards each other. Their eyes were staring into each other's in an intense gaze. Sara could not even remember the last time she was this close to someone without with-holding something from them or having the desire to kill them, let alone kiss them. Rip had not been close to anyone other than his wife. His dead wife whom this mission was all about, and his son, but a little distraction was alright, right? He could afford to have a little fun on the side. That was alright? That was well within his boundaries? He was just about to close the distance between them when someone coughed from behind them. The both snapped out of their trance in an instant and turned to see who it was. It was Mick. 'I hate to interrupt.' he said in his constant half-drunken slur, 'but the others are back,'

They could both already hear the sounds of the rest of the crew arriving. Ray talking with Kendra and Snart making his snide comments, and Stein going on about his latest scientific theory, and Jax's complaining. Rip and Sara both knew that their time together was over and they had the team to attend to. 'Right,' Rip replied. He quickly dashed off and left Sara in a small daze. Mick looked at her with an accusing eye as he left, following after Rip. Was there something going on? Had Sara been so foolish as to fall for the broken and battered British guy from the future. Had she developed feelings for Rip? There was no possibility of that. Was there, though? Sara couldn't shake the thought from her mind. She had just been physically close to him before and then he had fallen on her before that, and even before that she had fallen on him. Maybe both sides of the party had fallen for the other. Sara would have to find out. She was just about to follow the others into the control room when a big blaring alarm burst over the speakers. The doors started to close and Sara was still trapped in the kitchen. She quickly dashed under the door before it closed. She then found herself in the hallway.

There were bright red lights flashing everywhere. She could barely see anything besides the red. She started stumbling along the hall, feeling the wall as a guide. She was somewhere on the ship now and was starting to panic. That was until she felt a hand slide into hers. She turned to see who it was. She could barely make the outline of Rip's face. She leaned into him, 'What's going on?' she shouted over the panic-worthy alarm.

'Nothing, Miss Lance,' he sounded sure, 'Gideon is just doing her alarm checks,'

Sara sighed as the alarms then suddenly stopped, 'Thanks for the warning,'

Rip laughed, 'Miss Lance, there is no need to shout,'

'I'm not shout-,' she stopped short. She realised that she might've been shouting because there was a ringing in her ears from the alarm. She smiled and whispered, 'Oh, I didn't realise,'

They both laughed. Rip's hand was still in hers and he led her back into the control room. He let her go before the others would see. He went off to his chair and asked everyone

To take their seats. Sara took hers and did not miss the look that Rip gave her as she sat down. The others were entirely oblivious. 'Shall we continue onwards?' he asked the team.

'Just hurry up will you. I'm getting bored already,' Snart interceded before anyone could answer.

'Very well then, Mr Snart,' Rip turned in his swanky chair and pulled the lever. He could never get tired of the thrill of pulling the lever; of knowing that he was escaping, but not this time. This time Rip was looking for a place that Sara and him could go. And he had just thought of the perfect place.