"You know what we need to do?"

"Sleep?"

"Well, that IS a good idea," Diggle said with a smile as he shook his head.

Sara beamed at him. All of the work they'd been doing in the Foundry had left them both completely exhausted. They'd not been living together too long now, but it was an easy thing. She'd thought that it was something that would be really awkward and would affect them severely since they were pretty much ALWAYS together. She'd been wrong. It was a happy type of wrong. John Diggle was a good man. He was a man who made her happy naturally, like breathing air. Digg made her feel like everything in her past that was dark and ugly never happened…or just that it didn't matter. He saw past all of that.

"I was going to suggest we do something fun."

She liked the sound of that.

"Tell me more," Sara insisted.

Things were certainly not fancy with them.

Since moving in together, their days were fairly routine without everyone around. They got up and somehow they got ready without being in each other's way. Breakfast was coffee, a bagel, and a piece of fruit that they picked up on the way into the Foundry. Roy would always try to steal some of it, but by then they'd send him out to go and pick up lunch while they continued to research and try to track leads (that always ended up leading nowhere). Once they'd hit the point where they couldn't think, they'd head home and eat whatever was handy before vegging out on the couch until they went to bed.

"Drinking game."

"Drinking game?" Sara echoed. "How exactly is this drinking game going to work?"

"Let's pick a show."

"The Walking Dead."

Diggle seemed to think a minute. "I haven't seen that one. It's the one with the zombies, right?"

Sara nodded. "I mean, I haven't seen it either. I saw a commercial for it the other day and thought it looked interesting." She paused a moment as she looked over at him. "You know, we don't exactly have cable in Nanda Parbat."

He was instantly laughing. "That's true."

"So, how is this game going to work?" Sara asked.

John was up off of the couch and moving into the kitchen, Sara folded her legs underneath her and watched her as he moved. He was gathering glasses and appeared to be deciding on the exact alcohol they'd be using for this drinking game. "It can't be when we see zombies because that would just be too easy…they'd likely be drunk in ten minutes."

"Maybe we need to watch an episode before we decide exactly how this game should work," Sara suggested. "That doesn't mean that we can't drink while we watch it though…I mean, the zombie apocalypse is probably far more entertaining while drunk. Just saying."

"It might make it easier for us to watch and not tell them all the things they're doing wrong," Diggle agreed as he set down the glasses and the liquor.

"Good to know that you talk to the TV," Sara teased as Diggle took a seat next to her.

Diggle grinned. "You can't tell me that you've never watched something and then yelled at them for doing something completely stupid…or holding a weapon incorrectly."

He had a point. Sara imagined that that wasn't easy for people who actually KNEW how to survival and handle weapons properly. "Good point."

"So?"

"So? When do we start this?"

This was probably the most normal thing they'd attempted to do in a long time. They worked hard, but that was just how they were. Normal wasn't really a world that they could live in. They needed the work. The needed the darkness, to chase it. They needed a mission. They needed it, because it brought them both hope for the future. For a better future.

"Do you regret it?" Diggle questioned as he poured the alcohol into the shot glasses.

That caught her off guard. Sara's mind tried to scramble at the meaning of his words. There were so many things in her life that she regretted and some that she wished that she regretted, but she just couldn't. "What?"

"The League of Assassins. Nanda Parbat."

"I miss Nyssa sometimes."

"But not the rest?"

"Not the killing, no," Sara told him as she leaned forward and picked up the shot. "It darkens your soul, you know? A piece at a time…"

"I get that."

"Sometimes I feel like I don't have a soul anymore…that being in the League has destroyed it."

"You have a soul, Sara," Diggle told her confidently.

There was something with how he said it. It caught her attention and she found herself staring at him for a long moment before she held up the shot glass, like a toast. "To saving our souls." Diggle raised his glass slightly before they both drank. She set it down and John was immediately filling it back up. Maybe it was because those that Oliver had pulled close and formed a team with had already accepted him, the person that he'd become after everything he'd been through on Lian Yu (the good, the bad, the ugly, and the amazing), but Sara had no idea how to be any more thankful for the little family they had formed. Which is why it was even more important to bring it back together. For it to be whole once again. To ask forgiveness.

A couple of episodes later…

"I'm surprised that guy has lasted so long," Sara commented.

"Yeah, me too," Diggle agreed. "I would have kicked him out of that camp a long time ago…or just taken care of things myself."

"He threatens the safety of EVERYONE in that camp. Just because he's so far only hitting his wife and kid doesn't mean that he'll contain his anger to just them, which is SO WRONG to begin with," Sara said. "How did HE survive the freaking apocalypse?"

"I guess we just have to hope that he gets killed soon."

"He better or I might stop watching," Sara said honestly. She knew that in this world violence was necessary, but violence against women and children…against innocents. That kind of violence, it needed to end. No woman should suffer at the hands of men. That included Carol and her screwed up (needed to be dead) abusive husband, Ed. "Maybe we should start drinking for every clearly stupid mistake they make."

Diggle seemed to think about that for a moment and then tilted his head before filling the glasses again. "I guess that IS slightly less for every zombie that shows up."

"Right?" Sara asked. "I guarantee you, we'd make less stupid mistakes than they would…even with all the shots we're going to end up taking."

He laughed at that and they both downed their shots. "Does that mean you're up for another episode?"

"It's not like we HAVE to be at the Foundry at a set time tomorrow, right?"

"That'll throw Roy for a loop."

Sara shrugged. "Time outside of the Foundry will do us good, right? Maybe we'll think clearer tomorrow."

"Especially after another shot," Diggle said as he poured again.

The next episode started and it seemed like the bottle was going to need to be replaced soon enough. Sara's head was on Diggle's shoulder and his arm was around her. There was something so nice about that moment. Something so nice about just being with John Diggle. As Sara sat there, thinking about how good it was to feel normal for an evening, all she could think about how so far…that had all led back to the man with his arm around her.

Was that because of all the shots?

Because he was really the only one there with her?

Or something else?

Something more?

"We need to sleep," he brought up and she realized that his fingers were lazily moving through the strands of her hair. The more he touched her, the more she realized how much she wanted him…how much she didn't want to let go of those intimate moments. "Come to bed."

Sara just stared at him.

"We're adults…and the couch has to be uncomfortable…"

"John—"

There was so much staring going on, Sara had completely tuned out what was happening on the TV. The whole show could be ending with everyone being massacred and all Sara could see was John Diggle staring back at her. The world was just the two of them. She leaned in and found her lips against his. He didn't seem to fight it, though, and almost instantly kissed her back. Arms tangled and the kissing didn't stop.

Maybe John was right. Maybe they could both be 'adults' in his bed. Right now, she didn't care if it was the alcohol. Right now, nothing seemed more right. Sara was fairly sure if she regretted this in the morning, it would be the kind that she really wouldn't regret…unless it seriously screwed up everything.

Screw it all.

"We should stop," Diggle spoke between kisses.

"Should we?"

No.

Stopping definitely wasn't necessary.

He seemed to agree because he was lifting her up, so that her legs were wrapped around his torso as they headed to the bedroom, lips still battling. No matter what happened…Sara was certain that neither one of them was going to regret what was about to happen.

They needed this.

They needed each other.

TBC…