I'm just trying this out. I haven't written for this fandom yet, though the ideas floating through my consciousness are so plentiful that it was time to get them out. Let me know if I should go with this or not. Feedback is a beautiful bitch and I love her.
3x09- Post Beebo. "It was worth it."
A legend's work was never done. And yet, Sara found herself sitting back onto the bed in the med bay despite the growing 'to do' list in her mind. She mentally used needing to take a moment to regroup as her excuse when she actually needed to take a moment to process the fact that Agent Sharpe was beginning to become an addition to said list.
"Agent Sharpe…" Sara wondered aloud, looking around the empty room sheepishly upon realizing that the name had come out audibly, not remained an internal sigh as intended.
Ava Sharpe was a complex being, her energy and presence having dug their way into Sara's life, however haphazardly. There was something different about her- Sara knew this as fact- what that something could be remained a mystery, as did many other things about the agent.
Just a few weeks ago Sara would have told anyone that Ava was a narcissistic bitch, a skilled agent with the unfortunate characteristic of knowing it. Sara would never deny the woman's intelligence or prowess when fighting. She respected the agent. That didn't make her dislike the woman any less.
Okay, so Ava was hot. Sara couldn't deny that either. Sara was proud and judgmental but she was definitely not blind. There was something about the way that Ava scolded her that left the captain feeling equally irate and aroused. Sara would consider how fucked up that was if she hadn't accepted her flaws long ago.
"See you again."
Sara replayed the words that Ava had just spoken to her, the tone and the air she emitted so different than they were just a few weeks ago. Ava held a look in her eyes, an almost fondness that made Sara anxious. When they were playfully bickering or no-holds sparring Sara could handle it. They had established a volatile competition nearly as soon as they'd met and it was something that she was comfortable with. It was this new feeling, less competition and more solidarity, that made Sara uneasy.
Loyalty was not something that the captain lacked. Some may say that she had perhaps too much loyalty, often undeserved. Finding herself feeling an allegiance with the time bureau agent made her twitch. She would never be a suit, never follow the rules just for the sake of order. Sara and her team were the type to do whatever it took to correct time and make things 'right', even if they had to make a lot of mistakes to achieve their goal. Ava's disdain for the legend's method was apparent and it had filled Sara with a sense of conceited pride.
Until it didn't.
Until Sara found herself questioning her tactics of literally shoot first and ask questions later.
Ava was beginning to get inside her head. That was not something that Sara could allow.
Finding the agent attractive, enjoying sparring matches and the feeling of Ava's warm skin and taut muscle beneath her hands was something that Sara understood. Ava was incredibly good-looking and fit and if Sara just wanted to fuck her everything would be fine.
Except she didn't.
Just.
Not anymore.
Now she found excuses to call the agent, to get her hologram on the line just to have a reason for the playful banter they had established. To see her smile, so different from the overly stern frown that usually graced her features.
Sara remembered the first time that she had heard Ava laugh, a genuine, joyful sound that still echoed through her—
No. Sara decided suddenly. Unacceptable. She sat up in the med bay abruptly and shook the auditory memory (along with the soft smile that she unknowingly wore) away.
"Do you need a drink, Captain Lance?" Gideon asked suddenly, the smirk audible in her voice.
"Gideon, under normal circumstances I would need to reprimand you for snooping through my mind," Sara said, standing from the bed and stretching the remaining ache from her limbs.
"Need I point out that these are not normal circumstances, Captain?"
"Shut up and make that drink."