AVA SHARPE, AFTER FINDING OUT THE TRUTH ABOUT HERSELF

So this is it ahm? I can't believe Rip Hunter would hide something so big from me. I had the right to know that after all these years I'm not the person whom I thought I was. I'm not the little child who cried in the middle of the mall once because she got lost from her mom while they were shopping for Christmas presents. I'm not the teenager who celebrated her fifteenth birthday by going paintballing with her friends and ended up using a boy as a human shield.

I didn't have my first kiss with Sharon behind the school bleachers which would made me truly realize for the first time that I actually loved girls instead of boys.

All these memories and many more were all lies, fabricated to make me believe that I was an actual human being and not simply one in many of a clone line manufactured at a laboratory from the future.

I'm not even made of flesh and bones. I don't have a heart, I don't have a stomach, I don't even have a brain. I'm made of circuits, cables and connections. I have a computer chip inside of me.

All I have ever felt in my life up until this point is fake.

At this point Ava could feel hot tears running down her cheeks and tried to desperately wipe them away furiously.

Argh! How is this even possible?! Shouldn't this cause a short-circuit or something?

She suddenly hears the sound of a portal open behind her.

"Ava?"

Her gentle voice pulls her from her thoughts. Sara's. She steps into the Agent's living room and gets closer to the taller woman.

Ava doesn't turn around to face her, she doesn't want to let her girlfriend see her in such state. Girlfriend. That word doesn't sound good anymore, it's as if tainted.

"Are you okay?" Sara asks, resting her left hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to face her slowly.

Ava eventually concedes and looks Sara in the eyes, she tries to plaster a small smile on her face but fails miserably at it. As soon as her girlfriend sees her in tears she cups the back of her head gently and places it on her shoulder, putting her strong arms around her and embracing her figure.

"It's okay baby, I'm right here." Sara whispers, holding her tightly and tracing small circles on her back to soothe her.

Ava holds on to her like her life depends on it, in that moment all that matters is that she is in her lover's arms. Nothing else matters, the cruelness of her recent reality is suddenly miles away.

After a couple of minutes they move to sit on the Agent's couch facing each other. Sara holds Ava's hands on her lap and reaches out her right hand to tuck a strand of hair that's covering the blonde's beautiful face. She takes the chance to wipe away a single tear that was threatening to escape through her girlfriend's face.

"There, much better." She smiles gently at her, "Now, do you maybe wanna tell me why I came here to find you crying?"

Ava scoffs, "I don't know, you tell me. Why did you come here?" She says, smiling a bit.

Sara gives her a sideways smirk, "Hm… I'm glad to know your sense of humour is coming back. But seriously Aves, why were you crying? You know you can tell me if something bad happened."

The taller woman sighs, "I know… I just… I have discovered that I am a clone Sara. Isn't that reason enough?"

Now Sara is the one sighing, "This again? Ava I already told you, I love you and nothing is ever going to change that. The fact that you are a clone doesn't make any less of the person I fell in love with. You are Ava Sharpe, the most badass, sexy, strong and powerful Agent the Time Bureau has ever had the luck to have!"

Sara's words made sense, she wanted to believe them so badly, but right now she just couldn't find it in herself to do so. She shook her head, "That's a bunch of bullshit and you know it Sara."

The freckled woman looked at her with a hurt expression covering her face.

Ava swallowed hard at the sight. She let go of Sara's hands and stood up, once again turning her back on her, "You have no idea what it is. What it feels like to find out that all your precious memories were never true. That all your happy moments and heartbreaks were never real. They never happened. I am not real Sara!"

She turned to face the other woman, "What good does being with a thing like me will do to you? You're better off with someone else. Someone real."

Sara stands up and asks with a low but firm voice, "Is that what you want?"

"I – ", Ava struggles to finish the sentence. She sighs deeply.

"I'm being pretty straight forward here Ava. If this is just gonna end up with you breaking up with me, then might as well do it sooner than later. Don't leave me hanging." Sara tried to put on a brave façade but Ava knows that deep inside the Captain is scared. She can see it in her piercing blue eyes and in the way her chest trembles with very breath she takes. She decides to act quickly.

"No!" The Agent almost shouts out of fear, getting closer to Sara. She rests her hands on both the woman's shoulders, appreciating the freckles that kisses her girlfriend's skin. She gets the urge to kiss each one of them, to show Sara how much she loves her. She suddenly feels a sense of guilt washing over her; how could she make Sara think that she would ever want to break up with her.

"I'm sorry Sara. I didn't want to make you feel like I could ever break up things between us. What we have is special, more than special actually, it's the only thing in my life right now that feels real. All my past memories and my sense of being, that has gotten pretty much shaken up; but what you and I shared, our first fight on the Waverider, our first kiss…" She stops, cupping Sara's cheeks and kissing her lips softly. "The first time we made love. Everything with you has been amazing, and I hope it continues that way for a very long time."

Sara smiles brightly, leaping into her arms and plants a big kiss on Ava's lips, throwing the taller woman off balance which makes them both fall onto the couch with Sara on top of Ava.

"What do you say we create another great memory between us? Like, right now." The smaller Captain says wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh yeah? I would like that…" She says, "…very…" Punctuating every word, "…much." Within each kiss.