If you found this story, because you read my other stories, this is a really different fandom and style of writing. If you found it looking for a Coldwave Legends of Tomorrow fic, my other stories are not much like this.
It was written to be a freeform poem, but it still makes sense if you don't read it that way. It's meant to be read as a whole with pauses where the line breaks are, but wont let me press enter and put a blank line. Each section is a year.
Disclaimer: I do not own DC's Legends of Tomorrow or any the characters you recognize
At fourteen met we
Unorthodox I admit
By fifteen we knew where our lives were headed
Or at least
Who was going to be in them
Sixteen we were inseparable
Where one was found, they knew the other was near
Seventeen was the first time we fought
All friends fight, that much is true
But we left bruised and broken
Not just our souls, but our bodies too
By eighteen nothing had changed
We had not seen each other in a year
And when we met in the streets we did not speak
Nineteen before we saw each other again
Falling back into old habits without thought
The words "I missed you" never crossed our lips
We knew each other too well for that
We were twenty years old, but felt fifteen
Our lives once again falling into our perfect plan
Twenty one we went for first legal drink
Not that it meant much to us; anymore
Twenty two we were settling in
Making names for ourselves in the world we chose
Twenty three and the city was home
They can think our attachment was to the city itself, but no
It's because this is the place we met
And the only thing holding us here was the promise of each other
Twenty four was Alexa
That bad feeling before everything goes wrong
One pinky ring was all we got
Untouched by the years
Twenty five and we again settled down
Our life falling into patterns that no one else could fathom
But that was OK
They were never theirs to touch
Twenty six was screaming matches that seemed to never stop
But we never left, the pain of eighteen still haunting the hearts we claim not to have
Twenty seven was the first time we hit real trouble
Turned over by people we knew better than to trust
Twenty eight was spent alone
Though not by choice you see
It took until past twenty nine
To enact the plan to get ourselves free
The thought of leaving one behind
Not yet born
Thirty, now that was a year
We cried, we laughed, we partied and screamed
We acted like teenagers
In retrospect, we spent most of our lives acting like teenagers
Never slowing down, never talking
Not until it was far too late
At thirty one the obsessions reared their ugly heads
The meticulous counting of every second
Actually came first
Before the uncontrollable fascination with the beauty of the flickering flame
And the desire to see the world burn
Thirty two was attempted therapy by Lisa
Who loved us too much to really be of any help
Coupled with her own need to see a therapist
Thirty three and we found things to keep the obsessions under control
Or at least use them to our advantage
Thirty four is the year that no one believes
Thirty four was marriage
Till death do us part, we were partners in every sense of the word
Thirty five was peace and love and quiet
And all of the other things we claim to hate
We loved that year, but staying calm for any longer was not in our nature
Thirty six was excitement
We were back in the game and even after how long we were gone
It took only months to get back on top
Thirty seven was bliss
We settled back into the life we knew and loved
And we were together
What more could we ask?
Thirty eight was the patterns that were ours alone
And could rarely be seen and never understood by anyone
Thirty nine was tension
There were times when we honestly wondered if we were really meant to be together
But we push those feelings aside and thought of them as weak
Forty was fire
Forty was out of control, raging flames that would not be tamed
We nearly died that night
Separated for years again
Due to fear and selfishness
Forty one was guilt
Both believed the separation to be our own fault
But neither brave enough to find the other
Fighting, prison, weapons, death, none of these had ever inspired fear in our hearts
But possible rejection?
That was terrifying
Forty two was constant reminders
After so much time together
Everything was a memory
Forty three was the Flash
Forty three was acceptance and forgiveness of themselves
Never having a reason to need to forgive each other
Forty three was heat
Forty three was cold
Forty three was secrets, deals and takeovers
Forty four and we joined a team
We thought we might be heroes
We became Legends
And celebrated our tenth anniversary aboard the Waverider
Just the two of us
And Gideon
Forty five I suppose you could say
We lost the ability to count the time in years
Neither body had changed and yet one mind had known centuries more
So much happened in so little time
Time, that was the real enemy
Time and destiny
There are no strings on us
