I apologize for the long wait for new content, things have been...exhausting...lately. Anyways, to do popular request, the following chapter contains some sexual content. Enjoy
Sara spun around to see Zari standing in the doorway, hand holding open the camouflage netting beside her.
"About damn time," she sighed with a grumble at her.
"We can come back later if you want?" Zari shot back, glaring at Sara. "Doesn't look like your friend there would be ok with that."
"We need to get him on the ship," she grumbled, hefting Jacob up onto her shoulder. "Give me a hand."
Zari rolled her eyes before lifting up Jacobs wounded shoulder and trying to gently lift him up. They carried him sideways through the doorway and out into the clearing. The jumpship sat a few feet out, engines humming away. Amaya stood in the rear opening, waiting for them.
"What happened?" she called, stepping back and letting them climb aboard.
"Long story," Sara grumbled as they gently laid Jacobs body on the floor. "Did you bring any medical supplies?"
"Of course," Amaya confirmed, gesturing over to a small briefcase. "When Gideon arrived and told us she had lost contact with you two, i though something might have happened."
"Good. He has a simple through and through, im pretty sure he's going into shock."
"Zari," Amaya called, kneeling down beside him. "Bring me the kit."
Zari huffed and gave a mock salute before obeying and opening up the briefcase. She handed Amaya a small silver needle, which she in turn injected into Jacobs neck. Amaya turned to Sara just in time to see her walking back down the cargo ramp and back towards the wrecked plane.
"Where are you going?" She called, looking confused.
"Give me a minute," Sara shouted back. "Just stabilize the kid!"
Amaya shook her head and returned to Jacob. She lifted the blood soaked bandages, inspecting the wound. She had seen her share of bullet wounds in her own village, not to mention her time with the Justice Society back during the second world war.
"Zari," She called, dabbing at the pooling blood. "Hand me the injector."
Zari pulled out a long silver tube filled with what looked like little flat white pellets and handed it to Amaya. She took it placed it against the entry wound and pressed the plunger down. The pellets spilled out into the wound, penetrating deep inside. After a second or two ,she pulled it away and watched as they worked. Each pellet was a small piece of medical foam, expanding as soon as they absorbed a small amount of blood and sealed the would shut.
"That should keep him from bleeding out," She muttered, handing the empty injector back to Zari. "We need to get him to Gideon."
Jacobs eyes flickered open, sluggishly looking around and groaning. He tried to sit up but Amaya put a hand on his chest and held him down firmly.
"Relax, child," she whispered calmly. "Your safe."
His eyes focused on Amayas face and he smiled.
"Mimi ni salama, bibi." he whispered back, causing Amaya to frown and lift her hand in shock. Jacob closed his eyes and passed out.
"Did he just call you baby?" Zari asked with a laugh, looking from Jacob to Amaya.
"Bibi," she corrected, standing up. "Its Swahili, for Grandmother."
"No offense," Zari laughed again. "But i dont see the family resemblance."
Amaya frowned at her. Sara came rushing towards them both, tossing a wooden crate onboard before climbing in herself and smacking the door control. With a lazy sigh, the cargo door closed. Sara ran to the front of the ship and started strapping herself into the pilots chair.
"We need to leave," she commanded. "Now."
The two other women silently nodded, Zari sitting in the copilots chair while Amaya took a seat opposite of where Jacob lay.
"Gideon," Sara called, tapping a few controls on the dash. "Prep the medbay, we're coming home."
"Right away, Captain." Came her voice as her holographic head popped up. "It's good to see you're alright."
"Ill be alright when were back on the ship,' she dismissed grimly, giving a glance back at Jacob.
In a matter of minutes, they had taken off. Lian Yu began to shrink in the distance as the jumpship sped up into the clouds. With a shake and a jump, they had time jumped and were looking at the waving green and yellows of the temporal zone. Sara hit a few buttons and began unlatching her restraints before standing up and rushing over to Jacob.
"How is he?" She asked Amaya.
"Stable," Amaya replied undoing her own restraints but remaining seated. "I pretty sure i've managed to stem the bleeding for now, Gideon will be able to do more."
"Hey, kid," Sara called, shaking his non wounded shoulder and managing to get his eyes open. "Not going to let a bullet get the best of you, are you?"
"Nah," he smiled weakly, bringing his good hand up to touch her arm. "Us Lance's are harder to kill than that…"
"That's my boy," she cooed, kissing his forehead as he shut his eyes again.
"Sara," Amaya whispered, touching her shoulder and motioning for her to sit beside her. "He called me bibi…."
"Baby?" Sara asked, frowning and looking at her questioningly.
"See!" Zari shouted before turning around to face them both. The two older women gave her a glare before Zari rolled her eyes and turned back around.
"Bibi," Amaya repeated, drawing out the syllables. "It means Grandmother in Swahili. Mari and Kuasa are my only living descendants…."
"He's from a different earth," Sara sighed, leaning back against the cold metal of the ship. "Things there are….rather were...slightly different from ours."
"It's so strange," Amaya muttered, looking over the young man.
"You're on a time ship, in the future, and you think he's strange?" She asked, pointing at him and raising her eyebrow.
Amaya shrugged helplessly before resting her elbows on her knees and peering over Jacob.
With a groan, they heard the landing gear extend from the jump ship, engines whining down in turn. The cargo door swung open lazily, revealing both Jefferson Jackson and Martin Stein standing outside.
"How was your…" The Professor started, pausing when he noticed the blood staining Saras makeshift clothing. "My word Miss Lance, are you alright?"
"Im fine Martin," She dismissed with a wave, leaning down to maneuver Jacob into a sitting position. "Jax can you give me a hand?"
Jefferson nodded, jumping up the ramp and gently lifting the young man's arm over his head and trying to take the brunt of his weight.
"What did you two get into, Sara?" He asked, eyes dancing over the blood stains and the wound on Jacobs shoulder.
"Just your standard family outing," she joked bitterly, gaining a small laugh from Jefferson.
Jacob groaned from the sudden movement as they half dragged him down the ramp and through the corridor.
"Sara?" he half groaned, half asked, eyes sluggishly opening. "Where are we?"
"Were on the Waverider kid," she cooed, trying to hurry.
"Hang in there man," Jefferson put in, matching Saras pace. "Gideons gonna patch you up no problem."
"Who are you?" Jacob asked groggily, looking at Jefferson confused.
"Introductions later, kid," Sara laughed, smacking the door control to open the medbay.
With a few steps and a grunt, they managed to get him into the medical chair; Jefferson snapping a bracelet and sedation tube around his wrist.
"Gideon," Sara called, tapping the diagnosis screen.
"One second, Captain," She replied, a stream of dancing lights shimmering around Jacobs body. "Analysis complete. He is rather low on blood, but the bleeding has been stemmed thanks to Miss Jiwes actions. I can synthesize more shortly. It will take a few hours to repair the seperated tissue and mend the severed nerve endings."
"Just do what you can, Gideon," Sara sighed, brushing the mixture of sweat and drying blood from her forehead.
"Always, Captain." Gideon replied, her repairwork starting to show on the screen.
"I need a shower," Sara grunted out loud, looking down at her mottled appearance and heading for the door.
Jefferson stood where he was for a moment, arms folded and frowning at the youngman in the chair.
"Jax," Sara called, pausing at the door. "Let Gideon work."
"Yea, right." he muttered, nodding his head and following her out of the medbay.
They passed the professor on their way down the corridor.
"Let him rest Martin," she called as they passed each other.
"Miss Lance I…" He started before Sara shook her head, noticing what book he held clutched in his hands.
"Actually you know what," she muttered cutting him off. "Read him some of that."
"Yeah that'll keep him asleep better than Gideons sedatives," Jax laughed.
The Professor held up a hand and opened his mouth to retort but ultimately gave an exasperated sigh and turned around. Both Jax and Sara laughed heartily as they continued down the corridor, splitting up with a wave.
Martin Stein crept through the doors to the medbay and silently padded inside. Upon seeing the young man in the chair, he paused.
"Gideon," he called softly, sitting down on a stool nearby. "How is he doing?"
"The repairs to his injuries are underway," answered quietly, displaying her handiwork on the viewing screen.
"Do you mind?" he asked, holding up his book.
"Not at all," she replied. "It will be a few hours, and i find your voice rather soothing."
"Well thank you my dear," he blushed, the flutter of pages echoing around the room as he flipped to his place.
"Enter The King." he began, clearing his throat softly. "
Westmoreland: O that we now had here, but one ten thousand of those men in england, that do no work today.
King Henry: Whats he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin: If we are mark'd to die, we are enow to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewere men, the greater share of honour! God's will! I pray thee, wish nt one man more. By Jove, i am not covetous for gold, nor do i care who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if en my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desire. But if it be a sin to covet honour, i am the most offending soul alive. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: god's peace! I would not lose so great an honour as one man more, methinks, would share from me for the best hope i have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, that he which hath no stomach to this fight, let him depart. His passport shall be made and crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that mans company, that fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is called the feast of Crispian. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, will stand a tip toe when the day is named, and rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours and say 'Tomorow is Saint Crispian', Then he will strip his sleeve and show his scars, and say, 'These wounds i had on Crispin's day.' Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, but hell remember with advantages wht feats he did that day: then shall our names, familiar in his mouth as household words. Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester. Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd…
"This story shall the good man teach his son," Jacob quietly murmured, sitting up carefully. "From this day, to the ending of the world. But we in it shall be remember'd. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today that sheds his blood with me, shall be my brother."
Martin smiled, removing his glasses and wiping his misty eyes.
"A fan of Henry the fifth, are you?" He asked, replacing his glasses.
"It was called something else on my earth," Jacob admitted, trying to recall the name. "But you could say so."
"Astonishing," The Professor gasped, marking the page he was just reading from and closing the book. "To cross into another land, and yet find similarities."
"And yet find them still," He agreed, smiling and nodding.
"I must admit, i wouldn't have thought anyone in the Lance family to have a liking to Shakespeare."
"Well technically im adopted," Jacob reminded him. "But don't let Sara fool you, there's a lot more to her than she lets on."
"I'm sure," He agreed, laughing quietly. "Forgive my abruptness, but you seem to be eerily comfortable speaking with what i assume to be a total stranger."
"You haven't been a stranger to me since i was ten years old," Jacob chuckled quietly, The Professor tilting his head in confusion. "Your doppelganger, Martin Stein, from my earth. He was like family."
"Oh i see," he murmured, folding his hands in his lap. "Did he..?"
"Read Shakespeare?" Jacob finished, nodding. "When he wasn't trying to hammer the finer points of nuclear fusion into us children, yes. Henry V was his favorite."
"Mine as well," he replied, holding tightly to the book. "What was he like? This doppelganger."
"He was kind, loving, exceedingly brilliant," Jacob started, smiling sadly in remembrance. "Unfortunately the Professor was a widower, his beloved Lillian dying of cancer long before my time."
"Lillian you say?" he asked surprised. "Fascinating."
"He threw himself into his work after she passed. When i first met him, he was working in STAR Labs on a new way to achieve Nuclear Fusion safely. A few years after i met him, he had a breakthrough, creating the F.I.R.E.S.T.O.R.M matrix. With the help from a brilliant Engineer named Ronnie Raymond, they became Firestorm."
"Oh Ronald…." The Professor sighed, hanging his head in grief.
"Is he around?" Jacob asked excitedly, sitting up a little straighter. "Id like to meet his doppleganger."
"So would i, dear boy," He sighed again. "So would i."
Jacob looked at The Professor with a confused look.
"Whats wrong?" Jacob asked.
"Ronald is...well he's….im afraid Mister Raymond passed a few years ago," Martin stammered, staring at his hands.
"What? I dont understand," Jacob babbled, shifting in his chair. "If Ronnies dead…..how are you…?"
"Alive?" he finished, looking up. "By sheer luck im afraid."
"Wait...That young man who helped carry me in here…"
"Jefferson," Martin answered, smiling happily. "Yes, by some unlikely chance, Mister Jackson and I were able to combine and stabilize the firestorm matrix inside myself."
"Well when you see him, would you apologize to him for me? I don't want to sound ungrateful, i just didn't…." Jacob stammered, shuffling his hands.
"Think nothing of it," He replied, happily waving a hand. "Jeffersons a kind man, i'm happy to share with him."
Jacob smiled weakly, leaning back in the chair as Martin stood and began to walk towards the door.
"Professor?" Jacob asked making him pause. "Could i ask you a favor?"
"Of course my boy," he replied, turning to face him.
"Would you read some more?"
"I…" He started, taken aback. "Yes, yes of course."
He turned around and sat back where he was, flipping open the book. The flutter of pages echoed again throughout the medbay as he found his place. With a clearing of his throat, Martin began to read again, right where he left off. A smile crept to Jacobs face as he leaned back and slowly closed his eyes.
Sara twisted the dully grey knob and after a second, steaming hot water began to cascade down from the shower head above her. She took a step back and drew the curtain closed, standing in front of the mirror and looking at her motley appearance. With careful movements, she began to peel the blood and sweat crusted mockery of clothing away from her skin. Tugging at the shirt, it came away from her skin with a tear, leaving her skin a multicolored mess. She sighed and dropped all the rags down into a pile before turning back to the mirror. The yellowish grey of healing bruises adorned her side and blossomed from the one side of her face. She pulled her hair back, inspecting farther and finding more healing bruises.
Ive had worse, she thought to herself, gently touching where the knife had split her skin below her eye. She could still feel the sting along with the feeling of his hands on her. With a mental shudder, she turned away from the mirror and stepped into the steaming water. Picking up a small yellow luffa, she began to attack the layer of filth and gore on her body.
A few minutes later, a quiet beeping began to sound.
"What is it Gideon?" She asked aloud, removing her head from the shower stream.
"Pardon the intrusion, Captain. I thought you would want to know, Jacob is well on the mend. Both physically and mentally."
"That's good to hear," she muttered, wiping a line of water from her face. "Is the professor still in the medbay?"
"Affirmative Captain. He has been reading to the both of us. I do believe Mister Lance...Jacob...has fallen asleep from it."
Sara laughed, imagining Gideon sitting cross legged on the floor in front of the professor with Jacob snoozing beside her.
"Thats adorable," Sara laughed again. "Let me know when he wakes up would you?"
"Yes, Captain," Gideon answered finally before the only sound left was the water cascading down onto Sara.
She smiled to herself, wiping the last patches of grime from her now pink skin. Her mind began to drift to thoughts of Jacob, how the look in his eyes had began affecting her and their little tryst beneath the waterfall. She turned around, facing away from the steaming spray and slowly lowered the temperature, trying to match that of the waterfalls coolness. After a few seconds of trying, she came to the perfect match. Closing her eye, she could almost see the area again. The water pounding on her back and slipping down her shoulders made it feel like she was there again. All that was missing was….
Her hands began to move of their own accord, first starting up at her hairline, fingers beginning to wind their way around her sopping wet locks before trailing down her temples ever so carefully. She began to sway left and right, as if able to hear a melody playing. Her hands began to dance all over her body, one rubbing up her neck as the opposite descended down her temple to her breast. Imagining it was his hands, her own squeezed her breast, bringing a soft moan to her lips and the sensual warmth to her cheeks. She could see him clearly now, the warm resistance of his muscular torso, the devilish look in his eyes as he devoured the sight of her. Her hand began moving again, slowly squeezing and releasing her breast before drawing slow small circles around her soft pink nipples. The same hand grasped her nipple, pulling at it softly with the slightest pressure, imagining his teeth gently biting it before his tongue flicked over the deliciate tip. Her hand released, running up her chest till it reached her throat. She took a step backwards, pressing herself against the shower wall and hand giving a soft squeeze; mirroring his movements. Her left hand descended from its caressing dance on her upper body and slowly traced a line in the water running down her torso. Running her fingers gently around her waist, Sara seeing and feeling it as his hand before it descended further, stopping on her mound. She could almost feel the warm brush of his lips against her smooth skin before her fingers grazed down to flick over her slippery wet entrance.
The hunger for him increased with every second; what started as an itch had exploded into a full blown inferno of lust deep inside her chest. Her body craved for him to enter her, her fingers brushing over her lower lips and caressing her hidden jewel. Her once quiet moans had turned into a feverish panting, waves of pleasure crashing through her body as her mind screamed for more. She imagined his talented tongue dancing below, flicking over her sweetest spot before descending further and lapping at her soaked warmth. she slipped a finger inside herself, gasping as another sensation of delight sprang forth. Her finger swirled around inside her, setting her body ablaze with the sensations. She ached for more, slipping a second finger inside herself to get closer to the feeling of him. Her whole body writhed, fingers dancing around inside her, hitting every pleasurable spot as her opposing hand held her by the throat. Still it wasn't enough. She began to brush her palm against her clitoris, sending shocks of pleasure through her body and only increasing her need Her hand doubled its movements, brushing up against the top of her entrance and making her almost scream out. Against her will, she found herself softly moaning for him.
"Jacob…." she moaned, fingers simulating as close as they could. "Yes...Jacob…"
Her needs suddenly doubled, her mind becoming cloudy with lust. She abandoned her furious efforts and turned around, shutting off the water and stepped out. With a quick grab for a towel, she wrapped it around her glistening wet body and touched the door control. The doors opened with a lazy sigh and she poked her head out into the corridor, hair dripping wet and listening intently for anyone around. Satisfied that no one was around, she began to silently pad her way towards the med bay; thoughts of what she wanted to do filling her mind. She could almost feel his presence already, body crying out for his touch.
She started to imagine what she would do upon seeing him, hoping he was still sedated in the medichair. She wanted to crawl all over him, starting at his legs till she reached his waist, trailing kisses all around his belt line. Licking up his sexily scared muscular torso, she'd tease and torment him, drinking in all the sexual energy. As she walked she began to notice the pleasurable friction of the towel on her nipples, making her even more wet with desire. She imagined herself grinding against him before turning her body around and positioning herself over his mouth, yearning to feel his tongue deep inside her as she took his member into her mouth. She was salivating at the thought, cheeks beginning to flush.
She was about to enter the medbay doors when she began to hear a voice echoing from inside. Shit, she thought recognizing the voice, thats Martin. All lusty thoughts suddenly vanished, Sara looked down at herself and began to panic. As quietly as she could, she turned on her heels and dashed off in the direction she had came, not stopping until she was safely in her own quarters.
She fell against the door after it had closed, breathless with embarrassment filling her mind. What the hell is wrong with me? She grumbled silently to herself as she tossed the towel around her waist onto a chair. She caught a glimpse of her bruised and battered body in a mirror as she paced over to her dresser and removed a pair of loose sweatpants and a baggy shirt. Would have been a bit complicated anyway, she thought, touching a yellowish grey mark and wincing. Grumbling to herself and punching one of her many pillows, she climbed into bed and pulled the covers over herself. She rolled over, spying a picture of Laurel and herself on the nightstand. Tossing the covers back off herself, she picked up the framed picture and sat up; an idea came to mind.
"Gideon, you there?" She called quietly with a smile.
"Of course, Captain."
"I need you to locate someone for me. Nyssa Raatko, as close to the time we picked up Jacob as possible." Sara muttered, running her fingers through her wet hair.
"Right away, Captain." Gideon chirped.
"And Gideon?" she called, touching the picture of the two, a tear rolling down her cheek. "I need you to do me a favor…"