Getting back onto the RV Charlie heads right for the bedroom so she can get changed, but of course John is already there and sitting on the foot of the bed with a cigarette poking out of his mouth.
"You look like you're having a good time," she comments, noting the window is cracked open, so she isn't going to berate him.
"Tell me love," he starts, plucking the cigarette from his mouth just long enough to talk. "If you were chasing down the demon who tricked you into binding him to someone you love so that he could possess his body and literally raise all bloody hell, would you be having fun?"
She doesn't answer right away, instead moving about the room and gathering an armful of her clothes from the floor. John's pretty on edge, and for good reasons, so she's going to give him a minute to get his snippy little attitude in check before she starts calling his bullshit.
Of course John Constantine is nothing if not bull-headed. If he knows that he's bordering on the territory of being out of line he isn't about to admit it, never mind apologize. Instead he remains silent, sulking and smoking his fears away while she strips out of her bathing suit and hangs it on a hook to dry and then dresses herself. At that point she places her hands on her hips and huffs.
"We'll get him back you know," she says, but John just blows out another cloud of smoke.
"Oh yeah?" He asks, "And what happens when stopping his plans means sending him, and Des, back to Hell?"
Sara is starting to doze off in the passenger seat when the sound of her phone buzzing promptly wakes her up. Blinking her eyes open and yawning she reaches for the cup holder where she'd placed her phone and doesn't bother suppressing her groan upon seeing Ava's ID; Mick knows the turmoil in her head already.
"Hello," she answers, arching her back in a stretch.
"Hey babe, I was just calling to check in and see how you've been holding up since last night."
Ava doesn't exactly sound like she was even sure she should call, though given the way she hung up on her Sara completely understands that.
"Yeah, we're uh, we're doing alright." She checks over her shoulder to see if any of the others are around, though even if they're out of sight that doesn't mean they're out of earshot, especially not in their current quarters.
Of course they're all back there, except for Ray, who still has to be somewhere close by. Zari and Charlie are sitting at the booth with Z's laptop in front of them and a box of taffy they must have picked up in Ocean City on the table. Nora and John are seated on the floor, across from each other with some kind of book that likely details magic between them.
"We're back on the road," she decides to say, turning back around and hoping Ava won't ask any direct questions about if she's told the team about the ship yet, because apart from Zari and Mick she hasn't and she doesn't want them to find out via eavesdropping.
"I know," Ava says on the other end. "We're tracking your progress remember?"
She does remember, she wouldn't forget something like that, but it's all she's got for a status update.
"Right…" That one stupid word is all she can manage to come out with. She doesn't have anything else to say, at least nothing she wants to discuss with Mick right here and the majority of the team behind her.
"Ok…" Ava's drawl is almost as painful and awkward as Sara's own, and the sound of it has her slouching down in her seat and running her free hand over her face. She can feel Mick trying not to stare at her out of the corner of his eye. Maybe she can just-
"So how's the trip?"
It takes everything in her not to sigh.
"I mean, I know it isn't really a trip," Ava continues, "But I'm sure you guys are finding some time for fun."
"Yeah," Sara confirms, very unenthusiastically. "Yeah we're great."
"Are you ok?"
She sighs, because no she isn't ok, not after last night and frankly not since the Waverider crashed. She has no desire to lead Ava on, but she also has very little desire to break up with her right now, over the phone, with all her teammates sitting behind her.
"Sara?"
"Yeah," she murmurs, "Yeah I'm ok. Just tired, we've been on the road awhile and I'm gonna take over driving soon-"
"Driving?" Ava demands and it takes all Sara's self control to keep herself from bashing her head against the dashboard as she realizes her mistake. "You don't have a license to drive the RV."
"Well Mick is the only one who does and he still needs to sleep. Besides, I drive a time ship, I think I can manage an RV."
That defense would probably go over better if she hadn't snapped, but it's too late now. She can practically hear Ava gaping on the other end, likely debating whether she wants to be angry or concerned at the outburst.
"Are you sure you're ok?"
Sara can't stop herself from sighing this time; she would've rather Ava gone with anger.
"Yeah, like I said I'm tired and-"
"Sara." Ava interrupts her, her tone stern and impatient. "Come on what's wrong?"
She closes her eyes; there isn't any getting out of this. The only possible way to get Ava to drop it would be to tell her the truth; that she doesn't want to talk about it with her whole team right here. But that team is a very nosy bunch, and if she says that then they'll be all over her for the remainder of this mission asking if she's alright and assuring her she can talk to them.
"I'm sorry Ava." She finally says, pinching the bridge of her nose as her eyes close with the realization that she's going to have to do this now.
"Sorry? What do you mean sorry?" Ava sounds more desperate and worried than she does angry, and Sara isn't sure if that's good or bad.
"I just… Look, I don't want to do this over the phone-"
"Well you're doing it over the phone now Lance."
Fair enough.
"I've been thinking, about being in the present and living together and it's made me realize that overall… I don't… I don't think we want the same things."
There's a beat of silence, one so long that she's starting to wonder if Ava's hung up, but just before she can finally say something to check the other woman's, albeit quiet, voice returns over the line.
"So you want to break up?"
She knows Ava can't see the tears leaking out of her eyes, nor her eyes shut tight or her nodding head, and a part of her is grateful for that. The other part, however, is well aware that it means she has to open her mouth and try to get actual words out.
"Yeah," she manages, her voice only a touch on the raspy side. "I'm sorry."
It's silent again, and this time Sara really does think Ava's hung up.
"Ok," she just faintly hears on the other end, and then a beep finally confirms Ava hanging up.
She sniffles, swiping at her eyes. It isn't more than a few seconds before she feels a comforting weight grip her knee, Mick's finger's giving it a light squeeze that brings a watery smile to her face. She takes another second or two before she's satisfied that she's staved off the tears enough to peek over her shoulder again, and when she does she sees Zari and Charlie snap their heads down in unison, practically staring at the laptop's keyboard rather than the screen. John is already on his feet, turning on his heel and making a swift escape for his room. Nora has scrambled into her bed and then, as though this is going to somehow make things less awkward, she reaches out and yanks on the door they'd tied open, closing herself in.
Of course when she closes that door it moves the bathroom curtain to the side with it, and there's Ray. In the shower; eyes wide and hands scrambling to cover himself.
The next ten hours aren't as awkward as Mick had feared they might get. It's a little rough at first, mostly cause Witch Girl closing her door had yanked the curtain away from Haircut and so New Girl had to very quietly explain to him why it had happened. That very nearly turned into him trying to ask Sara if she's alright; but New Girl saw it coming and distracted him. Once the sun set things got infinitely easier to manage, as the team had the good sense to turn in early, or at the very least pretend to turn in early and instead all shut themselves in Trench Coat and Fake Amaya's room with New Girl's laptop.
Ugh, he really needs to come up with some better nicknames for those two.
Right now it's just him and Sara, the others are probably all passed out over their movie by now. Even if they aren't they're too far away to hear anything they say, none of them will be getting the courage to leave the back anytime tonight.
He and Sara have already decided he's gonna pull over at the next stop and switch places. He'd tried telling her he's ok to drive the whole way, just needs some coffee, but she wants to drive, and right now he isn't going to deny her something she wants.
Or at least, he isn't going to outright tell her no.
She's asleep right now, curled up in the passenger seat with her knees to her chest. Her face is a little red, a result of both the tears and the sun from the beach and the waterpark. Her hair's all mussed up and spread over her face and she's snoring softly. He can't help but to grin a little at the sight, it isn't often that Sara gives into her exhaustion and just passes out. He's always grateful when she does though, lets him know she's taking care of herself. With how much she does for the team they both know that gets put on the back burner a lot, and he's more than happy to watch over things while she recharges.
Especially after today
He drives for another hour before he has to pull off into a rest stop and get a coffee, and he isn't surprised in the least when putting the RV into park is enough to stir Sara.
She hums with the grogginess of being woken, and ok she said she could drive but she is obviously still tired.
"Shh... Go back to sleep Boss." He whispers before her eyes can open, moving the fingers of one hand gentle across her hairline in the way he'd seen Snart do for Lisa a couple times. "I'll be right back, just getting coffee."
She murmurs something he doesn't understand and then contentedly nuzzles her face back into her chair. Whether she'll actually stay asleep or not is hard to predict, but for now she's back out so he gets up and stretches out his limbs.
He starts to leave, he really needs that coffee, but it's been hours since he heard so much as a peep from anyone so he derails to the back of the RV. Passing through the bathroom he slides open the flimsy door to the bedroom and chuckles at the sight before him. The whole crew, minus him and Sara of course, is sprawled out in a tangled pile on the queen-sized mattress.
Ray is the only one with his head actually on a pillow, his magical girlfriend curled tight into his side with her head on his chest and her arms circled around him. The two of them would almost be a peaceful picture if they didn't have one of Charlie's legs strung over them. She's sprawled out over the center of the bed like one of those big dogs, her second leg down on Nora's ankles. She's twisted so everything below her waist lays flat but her upper body is sprawled onto its side; a position only she could find comfortable. One of her arms is thrown over Zari's hips, and Zari is spread out half on top of Constantine and half slouched over with her arm out like she's looking for Charlie; her hand settled just behind the other woman's back. Constantine is, well, he's lying on his back in nothing but his boxers (probably only for the sake of Haircut and Witch Girl); half under Zari and half falling off the bed. The latter can also be said for the laptop, which is balancing precariously on the foot of the bed and so Mick leans forward just enough to snatch it up and place it safely on the ground against the wall. Hopefully none of them will be dumb enough to step on it when they wake up.
With the laptop saved he goes into the service station and gets two coffees and a bag of mini donuts. He then puts some fuel in the RV and goes back inside, leaving the donuts on the counter and walking back to the little cockpit, where Sara turns to look up at him. He's a little disappointed she's not asleep, but he'd been partially expecting it, which is why he got her a coffee.
"Already drank half of mine."
She rolls her eyes, it's his way of telling her he's going to keep driving, and while she's obviously far from amused she takes her cup and takes a long sip. If he's gonna be driving, she's gonna stay up and keep him company.
"Why?" She nearly growls and he chuckles, climbing back into the drivers seat.
"For once I got something that no one else on this team is qualified to do, let me have it."
She looks like she wants to argue, but she just takes another sip of her coffee and so he puts the RV in drive and starts pulling out.
They're quiet for a while, until long after he's passed the next exit sign and finished his coffee. He doesn't want to push her to talk about anything she doesn't want to, but he does want her to know that she can talk about it.
"You ok?" He finally murmurs, not taking his eyes off the road. She doesn't answer him at first, probably thinking it over, and then…
"I will be."
He nods, and he knows there's more, but he isn't going to push her.
"Well, let me when you get to the bad mouthing your ex stage of a break up; I've got some good ones."
She snorts in laughter and he smirks with a small gleam in his eye. Yeah, she's going to be just fine.
When Ray wakes up the first thing he does is knit his eyebrows together, because there is a foot in his face. Why is there a foot in his face? He can barely fit on his bunk, how the hell did someone else manage to cram in?
Oh right, probably because he isn't in his bunk. He fell asleep watching the movie with the rest of the team in Charlie and John's bed. In fact, it's Charlie's foot that's in his face. He's also teetering on the very edge of the bed, but Nora is nuzzled comfortably against his chest, so that's ok. Of course just as he's thinking that the RV takes a turn and suddenly he is falling off of the bed. He secures one arm instinctively around Nora, the other reaching down to the floor to stable them, and he gets kicked in the face by Charlie as well.
"Hm?" Nora murmurs, awoken by the sudden displacement. She looks up at him as she wakes with that look she normally gets before she starts hitting him, but this time she doesn't get to that point.
"What's going on?" Charlie yawns, sitting up while Zari groans from somewhere on the other side of the bed.
"Up and at'em, Legends." Sara's chipper voice comes calling before she appears in the open doorway, snickering at the sight of all of them.
Ray can't see much beyond himself, Nora, and of course Charlie's foot, but they must all look pretty ridiculous crammed into one bed.
"Hope you all slept well, because we're here."
"And where is here exactly?" Zari groans, and Ray is almost positive that thumping sound his her head flopping back onto a pillow.
"The only logical place to go hunting for a piece of a hell bringing saucer," Sara answers with a shrug and a slight smirk. "Disney World."