Summary - A late night visitor forces Sara to question her own sanity. Or if things really are what they are. Captain Canary. One-Shot. Post Season 1. AU. A tad little OCC...maybe. * NOW A TWO SHOT! *
I really had no intentions of adding a second chapter to this. But I've decided to post another chapter anyway. I'm bored and got nothing else to do.
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"Now, is everyone all here?"
Rip looks at each of the members of his team. Jax, sitting in one of the mechanical chairs, looks to be still tired from the mission the day before as he continues to close his eyes before opening them suddenly, repeating the process. Stein's standing behind him, his hands gripping the back of the chair. He's unaware that his Firestorm partner continues to drift in and out of sleep.
Ray's leaning down on the table, his eyes are glued to the match Mick has lightened. Rip's well aware that since Snart's death, the two have become partners as Mick has found a way to tolerate the nerd. And as it turns out, maybe Snart may have wanted them to become partners after all, like Ray said.
Rip's also aware that his team has gotten smaller. Since Vandal Savage's defeat, the Hawk birds, as some of the team have referred to them as, Kendra and her newly reincarnated soul mate Scythian Torvil, flew away together to proceed with their lives.
Rip snorts quietly. If only he and the team could just fly away like that and proceed with what they were doing with their lives before all this mess happened.
Then maybe Snart wouldn't be dead.
Then again, Snart would've never have become a Legend and saved the team from the Oculus.
The Time Master looks at Mick, still playing with the small match lighting up with fire. He's watched the Mick find a way to deal with his grief. And that way was for him to visit Snart back in 2013 Central City every now and then. It was the only way.
Rip looks around the room, feeling like there's someone missing. He can't seem to figure it out so he looks at each member.
Mr Rory.
Mr Palmer.
The fire boys.
It clicks instantly.
The Canary.
"Where is she?"
"Who?" Mick gruffly asks.
Rip silently sighs. Mick barely pays any attention these days, "Miss Lance."
Professor Stein looks up at the captain, "I haven't seen her since the mission last night."
"Maybe she overslept?" Ray suggests.
"Or maybe she doesn't wanna…" Before Jax can finish what he's saying, he's falls back in his slumber...only to be awoken when Stein gently taps him on the shoulder. In surprise, the other half of Firestorm bolts up, "Get up!"
"Gideon?" The captain questions.
"Miss Lance is indeed awake. She is on her way."
Rip raises an eyebrow, sensing that Gideon isn't fully telling the truth. His eyes fall on the small orange ball of flame on Mick's match. His tone indicates that he knows that the computer has more to say, "Gideon."
"Miss Lance had an...interesting encounter last night."
Ray looks at Rip, "An intruder?"
"It's a bit more complicated than that, Mr Palmer. Miss Lance is questioning her own sanity."
"I'm not sure Miss Lance would want that to be broadcast to us, Gideon," Rip hums, despite becoming very intrigued by Sara's behaviour.
It's not the first time that the White Canary has believed she's been seeing things. After finding out about Laurel's death, she started seeing her sister in what she believed was her dreams. But a few members of the team, especially Rip, is concerned that what she is seeing isn't in her dreams.
Mick's one of the few who's concerned about the sole female human. He's noticed that since Snart's death, she's been more focused on training to become a better fighter. But the man, nicknamed Heatwave, believes it's because she feels she didn't do enough, or anything, to save her sister and his partner.
He puts out the match with one hand and takes a quick side glance at Rip before moving away from control panel, "I'll see what's taking her so long."
"Thank you Mr Rory." Mick leaves the room quickly before anyone else can say anything.
He knows where he's going. A room Sara's been found in a lot these days.
Snart's room.
Sara's lost. She doesn't know how and why, but she's just lost.
Her body lies flat on his bed, one leg slightly crossed over the other. She looks around, taking in each design of the room. Her mind fails to register what's inside the room. All she knows is that she's lying on a bed.
The same bed that belonged to the man who was visiting her last night.
Sara still can't find her knife. And she hates that she can't find it. Because it means that somebody was there during the night. Not in her dreams like she thought. And the Canary still can't figure out how she's got Snart's ring too. The last time she had heard about that ring, it was in Mick's possession. She's pretty confident that the ring has never left Mick's sight at all.
Until last night.
Sara stares at the footwear she's wearing. Small ankle shoes with a slight heel to give her extra height. She's unaware that she's also playing with the ring, pulling it on and off the finger he had placed it on last night.
"Rip's waiting for you, Blondie."
Sara nearly panics when she hears Mick's voice. Probably because she didn't pay attention to the thought that someone might come and find her.
She almost forgets why she was in Snart's room in the first place. All she remembers her walking down the hallway to the control room only to somehow end up in the crook's room.
After a moment of thinking, Sara looks at Mick, who's leaning on the door frame in a similar to how Snart used to lean up on doorways. His face looks to be angry at her for taking so long. But Sara looks deeply into the man's eyes and she can see a hint of concern.
She looks back down at the ring, "Tell Rip I'm on my way."
"I could go and do that. But then he'd be waiting for another half an hour."
Sara rolls her eyes, "Then how about you don't waste any of our time and just tell him I'm not coming."
"I'm more concerned about you then what Rip has to say."
"Mick, you don't have to be-"
"Oh, but I'm going to be, Blondie," Mick snaps before Sara can finish her sentence. He walks up to the bed, propping his elbows up on the squishy surface. He looks down at her face, "Is it your sister again?"
"Not this time."
Mick hums and bits the inside of his cheek, "You seeing Snart too?"
Sara's head quickly turns to him, "What do you mean? 'You too'?"
"Last night. I thought someone came into my room to steal my whiskey. But all they did was take something off my desk. I told them to reveal themselves and I was reaching for my heat gun when he said it."
"Said what?" Sara questions.
"'Quiet Mick! Just ignore me'. I recognised his voice instantly."
Sara raises the hand that has Snart's ring on it, "Then that explains how this ring somehow turned up on my hand when I woke up this morning."
Mick's eyes widen, grabbing her wrist, "I was looking for that this morning. I couldn't find it."
"Where'd you leave it last?"
Realisation dawns upon Mick, "On my-"
"Desk." Sara sits up quickly, folding her legs and facing Mick, staring at the ring once more, "Maybe it wasn't all a dream after all."
Mick eyes up the ring, rubs his hands together and looks up at the White Canary, "What'd he come in for anyway?"
"He came in the middle of the night. Wanted to play cards of all things."
Mick chuckles, "Ha ha! Sounds like the bastard."
"The cold-hearted bastard." Sara looks away when she recalls the conversation she had with Leonard. They were discussing what to do with the team all taken by the Time Masters. Leonard wanted to go home and when she refused, he pulled a gun on her. Sara reminded him to not be the 'same cold-hearted bastard' she first met all those months ago.
She believes it was the Oculus, but Leonard eventually put his gun, letting the assassin live to fight another day.
Sara decides to not tell him about the knife or Snart kissing her. Better not to. "You think he's still out there, Mick?"
Mick thinks for a moment. He doesn't want to believe that his old partner is truly alive in some form or matter. Because if he was, Snart wouldn't have given this much grief to Mick. And Sara.
But he looks at Sara's eyes, a hopeful look on her face. And instantly, Mick can sense that Sara hasn't fully told him everything. He'd have to question her about at another date. Not now, not when she's a little vulnerable.
He takes her hand in his, giving a squeeze, "Yeah, maybe."
All Sara can manage is a sad smile before Gideon states her presence.
"Mr Rory, Miss Lance. Rip has asked for your presence in the control room immediately."
The two are worried when they hear urgency in the computer's voice. Despite knowing that Sara is able to get herself off a simple bed, Mick still reaches his hand out to help her.
The White Canary wants to scold Mick for making her feel like a vulnerable child. But she doesn't do it now.
Not when the ship starts shaking violently.
The pair sigh. Just another day on the Waverider.
I'm gonna be honest here guys; I'm seriously considering possibly carrying on with this little two-shot. Don't know yet. I don't have much time on my plate at the moment. In the last week, I've had mock exams so I've had most of the week off.
If I do end up making it a full story, you must accept that there will be long gaps before new chapters are posted. I sort of have the idea of slightly crossing over with The Flash & Arrow. But because I want to see how they start off their new seasons in October (Can't believe that's practically weeks away now!), I want to wait.
For now, I'm going to mark this as complete. And if I don't come back to this fic, that will mean that I have chosen not to go ahead with the full story. You may wanna check my profile as I do post updates whenever I can.
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