100 Days of Arrowverse 2017 Volume B: The Flash & Legends of Tomorrow

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"THE DEPTHS & THE HEIGHTS"
(lLegends of Tomorrow: Sara Lance, part 5 of 5)

For all the lows of her life since the Gambit, Sara knew there had been highs as well; she didn't know that she could have survived one without the other. As she stood from her seat, finally starting back for her own quarters, to get what rest she could, she let herself think back on those victories both great and small. They had helped people, saved people. Most of them did not know their faces, their names, and they likely never would. That was alright, how it should be. It was good enough that they were out there, going on with their lives.

Every time she put on that suit, the White Canary in all her glory, she remembered what Laurel had told her to be… a hero in the light. And that was what she tried to be, every time. Even under her old mask, and despite her attachment to the League at the time, she had been able to do good, to take all she had lived through and turn it into this. Every time she remembered that, she felt her sister's presence. It was never as needed as it had become after she had died. For all the darkness she carried inside her, Dinah Laurel Lance was her light in the dark, and the White Canary would never forget it.

Stepping into her quarters, Sara reached for a thin box she kept beneath her bed. In it sat several blank sheets of paper and envelopes. She didn't know where this stood as far as time travel do's and don't's, but so far it hadn't been too much of an issue, so she carried on. Every so often she would sit and write letters to her father. And when they would land themselves in the past, well within reasonable time, she would send them out, with instructions to their delivery. So far she hadn't been able to confirm or deny whether he'd gotten them, but she genuinely hoped that he had, and that they would bring him some comfort whenever he would receive them. Now they'd be headed to 1969… Her father would be very small still but he would be alive, somewhere, and that was the strangest sort of reassurance. She could send this letter while they were out there.

She struggled to talk of what she was experiencing here, knowing what it might sound like if it fell in the wrong hands, but she did find a way to edit things down in such a way that he would know what he needed to know. As of yet she hadn't found a way to organize some form of response, but maybe someday that would change.

She skated around the fact that she'd been inside someone's mind and had fought an evil version of herself to instead tell her father how someone important to them all had come back. The part where he had tried to kill them all and, at once time, had succeeded with her, was to fall into the category of unnecessary information to share. The letter was completed, sealed inside its envelope, and marked attentively. Tomorrow, with any luck, she'd get a chance to drop by a post office.

The box returned beneath the bed, and with a sigh, she lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before shutting her eyes and calling back the quiet from her chair. No concerns, no questions, only sleep, that was what she wanted. Her future as captain, the spear, the Legion, all of it was to be pushed aside.

And then all at once, the ground lurched, the room quaked, and the captain of the Waverider was thrown from her bed. Sleep would not come now. She had a very brief sight of the envelope sliding through the air as she attempted to get back on her feet, and then it was lost from view.

There was no fear in her now. Trouble had found them, she had been entrusted with leadership, and she would act in consequence. She had to find out what was happening to the ship, to her crew, and that was all.

"Gideon!" she cried, but before she could say another word, the world turned to black.

See you tomorrow in Volume A for Supergirl!