The Legends had just finished their latest mission in the 2006 era and were reporting back to the time ship. Damien Darhk had been there and wouldn't stop taunting her which left Sara Lance in a bad mood. When she had learned that he was responsible for her sister Laurels death a few months back, she immediately wanted revenge but she couldn't get close enough tonight. She followed behind the group, bringing up the rear. Everyone left her alone, they knew that she had wanted revenge but killing Darhk was not the way to go.
Leonard Snart and Mick Rory were in the lead with Ray Palmer behind them talking with Dr. Martin Stein and Amaya Jiwe. Jefferson 'Jax' Jackson was right in front of Sara and he looked like he was about to try and 'comfort' Sara. When she picked up on this, her mood turned annoyed.
"I'll meet you guys back at the ship," she said turning around. "I need a drink."
"Oh, that sounds like a good plan, ill join you," Mick said, never missing a moment when he could drink. He was stopped when Snart grabbed the man's arm to hold him back.
"Mick, I think she wants to be alone, we can grab a cold one once we get back to the ship." Mick glared at his best friend before deciding that he was right.
Dr. Stein didn't want Sara to be alone and suggested she come back with them to which she declined.
"I'll be back in an hour tops, tell Rip ill play nice with the townsfolk." She rolled her eyes when she mentioned Rip. She knew he would lecture her once she got back but with the way she was feeling at the moment, she didn't care.
Ray pulled Jax along with the rest of the group after telling Sara to keep her comm's on.
Once alone, Sara turned away from the direction her team went and headed to the bar they had seen on their way there. She needed a couple of shots to drown out her anger towards her sister's killer. Walking into the bar, she didn't care about the stares she got, still in her White Canary outfit. She downed only two vodka shots before she was joined by a handsome stranger.
He offered to buy her a drink but she declined. "No thanks, I'm not looking to mingle tonight."
"Come on, vodka shots by yourself is never fun, let me at least buy you another round." The man kept annoying her and it was taking everything she had not to put him on his ass. Instead of answering him, she ordered herself another shot and then turned to him as the bartender poured it.
"What part of 'no' do you not understand?" She then turned back to the bartender and was handed the shot. She downed it in one gulp and then got up to leave, but she wasn't alone.
"Can I at least have your name?" the man asked as he followed her outside into the cool night air.
"No you may not," she said as she stumbled a bit.
"Do you need a ride home? You look pretty hammered."
"I am not hammered," she said as her head began to pound. "It takes a lot for me to get drunk." Why wouldn't this guy leave her alone? She wasn't feeling so good and she didn't want to lose her stomach in front of this loser. As sweat began to form on her forehead, the world began to spin. "What the hell?" she stated under her breath as she tried to regain her balance; something wasn't right here.
"I have to go," she said as she pushed him away and tried to take a step. She failed and stumbled to the ground. The man leaned over her and laughed to himself as she tried to get up, but her arms and legs just didn't want to listen anymore.
"You were so worried about not taking a drink from me that you didn't notice the bartender slip something in your shot." The world spun as he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. "Mr. Darhk would like to see you now."
Horror overcame Sara when she realized what had happened. This guy and the supposed bartender worked for Darhk and he now had her captive. She could only imagine what kind of hell was waiting for her.
Back at the ship, a few hours had passed and Rip was even more upset with Sara. They were all ready to jump through time to 1903 but they couldn't without Sara.
"Rip, she said she would only be an hour, something has to be wrong," Jax said as he tried the comm's again. "She still isn't answering."
"I assure you she is fine Mr. Jackson, she's probably getting drunk with a bunch of losers and overconfident excuses for men right now."
Jax as well as Ray didn't believe Rip. "Rip, Jax can't get her on the comm's," Ray said with the same worried expression as Jax."
"Yes Mr. Palmer I heard him the first time, she's probably turned them off to drown out your excessive worrying."
Jax was about to retort when Snart and Mick returned from looking for their missing teammate. "She wasn't at any of the bars we passed, but one said they saw a 'hot chick in a white outfit,' leave with a guy behind her." Snart air quoted the witnesses statement, though he agreed with the outfit part.
"We stole the video footage too," Mick said as he pulled the tape from his pocket, to which a few wallets fell out.
"You stole some wallets as well I presume," Rip said as he snatched the tape from Mick's hand. He put it into the ships center console and the team gathered around. It was footage from outside of the bar and they forwarded it through until they spotted Sara leaving with a stranger right behind her.
It was clear that she didn't want to talk to this guy and when she stumbled, they knew something was wrong. The former member of the League of Assassins would have no problem with holding their liquor, she had to have been drugged. When she hit the ground and was hoisted over the strangers' shoulder, Rip tried to zoom in to see the man's face but it was always hidden from the view of the camera. "We are going back to that bar," he stated as he turned the footage off and headed for the doors, the team hot on his tail.
Many miles away, Sara tried to open her eyes. The pounding of her head and the blood rushing in her ears made it hard to hear or focus on anything. Her body felt like it was filled with lead but she lifted her head up and was able to determine that she was tied to a chair. Her arms were bound behind her and her feet tied to the chair legs. She struggled for a moment to get her hands free but the more she pulled on her bounds the more they dug into her wrists.
A few moments later, the door to the small room flew opened, revealing Damien Darhk. She narrowed her eyes at him as he entered and stood before her. "I'm sure you are wondering why you are here, miss Lance," he said as he gripped her chin.
She pulled her head away, pain shooting into her temples from the sudden movement. "What do you want Darhk." She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment waiting for the pain to pass. When she opened them again, Darhk was leaned into her face.
"You," he stated menacingly. "I want you to suffer, just like your sister did when I ended her pathetic excuse of a life."
At the mention of her sister, she shot her head forward, ignoring the pain, and headbutted Damien straight in the nose. He reeled back in surprise and brought his hand to his bloody nose. "Oh, I am going to enjoy this." With that, he flew forward and landed a blow to Sara's face. The skin on her cheek immediately busted open and blood poured from the gash it had caused. The pain of her headache mixed with the pain of the hit caused her to almost pass out but she hung on. She had worse when she was with the League.
"Is that really necessary Damien?" a new voice chimed in from the doorway.
"Yes, Merlyn, it is. Thawne wants information on the Spear of Destiny and she is closest to Rip. She captains the ship and knows everything about it. She is our best shot to get what we want."
Malcolm Merlyn sighed and walked closer to the two. He looked down at Sara who only glared up at him in pure anger.
"Are you sure that this is the best way or do you despise her so much that you want to hear her scream?" Merlyn looked to Damien but already knew the answer.
"I can't wait to kill this... this excuse of a Legend but I am going to drag it out as painfully as possible. This may not be exactly what Thawne had in mind but he isn't here now is he?"
Merlyn circled Sara slowly before answering. "No, he isn't here, not in this era even."
"So then what's the big deal? Why not just have some fun and get as much information from her as we can before she dies?"
"I'm right here you know," Sara said sarcastically after finding her voice. "Go ahead and kill me, I won't tell you bastards anything."
"She is League of Assassins, Damien. She won't break easily."
Damien smiled at Merlin in madness. "That's the point. So would you like to join me or will you run off to daddy Thawne and tell on me."
Malcolm Merlyn thought about it for a minute. He hated Sara Lance, maybe even more than Darhk did. The way she acted all high and mighty back on team Arrow, hell, he even killed her once already; he just didn't expect to help bring her back to life.
So, to answer Damien's question, he sent a powerful kick to Sara's stomach. The force of the assault flipped the chair to the floor with Sara groaning in pain. She hardly gained her breath back before another kick to her abdomen sent her into the darkness of unconsciousness.