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Nyssa found that she fit in surprisingly well with the Legends, despite the still strange ship. Although, Nyssa had never felt at home amongst technology. Being surrounded by tech including Gideon, the ships A.I. and the eleventh member of the team, she felt it would be best to jump in with both feet. They all seemed happy that Nyssa made Sara happy, and she made an effort to get to know the people that had become Sara's family.

Mona with her sweet dispossession and fierce love for everyone. She had encouraged Nyssa to enjoy life's sweet moments and had welcomed her into their book club.

Ray with his constant smile, sunny outlook, and unending love for his friends. He had been the first person to welcome her and was her first friend on the ship.

Nate with his thirst for knowledge had become her study buddy as they frequently read and research together in the library.

Behrad, with his sense of responsibility, but carefree life. He shared his place at Sara's right hand side with her. They spoke Farsi to each other as a familiar and comforting language.

Charlie with their chaotic energy, but they never hesitated to do the right thing, and inspired everyone to look for the good in the most unlikely souls.

Zari with her attitude and wild ways, she used her influence to help those who needed it and patiently taught Nyssa how to use a smartphone.

Nora with her quiet, steady smiles and soft temperament that match Nyssa's own. Nora opened up to her about being new to the Waverider as well. They shared books and drew near to each other, and the more they talked the more Nyssa found a deep friendship that she was glad to have.

Mick with his gruff demeanor, as he eyed Nyssa when she joined the ship. When Sara introduced them, he remained cold to her and later, deliberately cornered her with a warning.

"Don't hurt Sara," Mick warned her, as he towered above her, using his stature to intimidate her. A technique Nyssa was quite used to men doing to her, despite her strong stance and 5'8" height.

"I have hurt Sara before," Nyssa admitted to him. "But I have loved her since I was 24 years old, and I know more now than I did them. I shall make you the same promise I have made her when I stepped onto this ship. I would die before, I would willingly hurt Sara again."

Mick seemed to accept her promise and nodded, before stepping back and easing his stance.

"Beer?"

Nyssa hated Beer, but for the sake of getting along with all of Sara's crew, she agreed. The beer that Rory handed her was not half bad. The craft beer had hints of spice and citrus, and she found herself reaching for another as they stood against the galley's island. As they talked, Nyssa was intrigued by his writing and even more so by his theft.

They were talking about his latest steal of the Fabergé egg that she now examined in her hand. It seemed they both had a good eye for these things and even quicker fingers. Nyssa

"We should contact the buyers directly, no auctions," Nyssa said, as she placed the egg back in the protective case Ray had given them. She knew that it would be best if they were to avoid the attention of the police and international law enforcement when they sold it. "I know a few people who would be interested and would be willing to pay a fair price."

Mick nodded and grinned. "You know your way around the black market?"

"You could say that," Nyssa said with a cheeky smile.

Mick laughed and patted her on the shoulder in a friendly, yet hard manner, that if not for Nyssa stance to keep her steady, would have sent her forward.

"Should I be worried about you too?"

They looked over to see Sara crossing her arms with an eyebrow raised at them.

"Always," Mick said, leaving the table and depositing his beer in the recycling before going over and patting Sara's shoulder.

"You got a good one there boss."

"Don't I know it," Sara said with a smile and eyes that softened just for Nyssa.

As soon as he left, Sara stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Nyssa's waist from behind, resting her head between Nyssa's shoulder blades. Their height difference was accentuated by Sara's flat sneakers and Nyssa's heeled boots.

"I'm glad you're settling in well. Everybody seems to like you, and I can see that you've made an effort to get to know them. Thank you."

Nyssa sighed in contempt, knowing that she hadn't quite settled in as much as she let on, but held Sara's arms around her waist. "If I am to make this my home, then I should get to know my neighbors, no? I think I have found a home amongst your crew, but I will admit that I am having a harder time adjusting to the ship itself."

"I know," Sara said, leaning up to pressing a kiss to the back of Nyssa's neck.

Nyssa turned around in her arms and leaned down to nuzzle her nose into Sara's hair, letting herself breathe in Sara's scent. She had to remember that Sara was her home and if Sara's home was the ship, then it could be Nyssa's home too. Sara moved to kiss her, and Nyssa smiled into her lips. She missed Sara's kisses the most. It was such a meaningful, yet simple act that meant the world to her. Nyssa could spend the rest of her days kissing Sara Lance.

They heard footsteps coming down the hall, and Sara immediately pulled her lips away and withdrew her arms from around Nyssa's waist. Nyssa reached out to grab a hold of her hand and Sara allowed her that. Nyssa tugged her in for a hug, but Sara stiffened and Nyssa let her wiggle out of her arms just as Nate and Behrad came around the corner.

"Hey so we got my sister settled in, well she stopped screaming at least," Behrad said, with a shrug.

"That's great guys," Sara said, but Nyssa only partially listened in as she looked over at Sara.

Nyssa looked down at their entwined hands and was happy that at least Sara offered her that. She knew that Sara's reluctance for public displays of affection was a product of their time in the League. There they could only hold hands, even as Beloved's. Here Nyssa was free with her affections for Sara, but the latter was still preserved herself from even her family's gaze.

Perhaps Sara just needed time to settle into their new roles. She won't push Sara on this, but she hoped that Sara soon realized Nyssa was ready to be free with her affections. A freedom they could once only dream of.