A/N: So, I have decided to continue this, however the theme will be the same. These will all be moments in season One where Sara/Leonard will doubt themselves and the other has to remind them of why they are on this mission in the first place. This next chapter centers around Sara's bloodlust and after she ran off when Kendra and Sara were training in the cargo bay after Kendra 'hawked' out in D.C.
For those of you who need the episode as a reference, I'm writing this to take place in Season One Episode Four White Knights.
"Sara! Stop!" Kendra's scream rang through the cargo bay. Her heart pounded in her chest and her wide eyes conveyed the panic coursing through her body.
The blonde assassin faltered; her tight grip on the current knife in her hand loosened and the haze covering her eyes seemed to dissipate. Her chest heaved up and down, her mind in chaos. Half of her demanded she finish the kill, while the other half begged her to stop.
The knife in her hand slipped and clattered to the floor. She leaned away from her feathery teammate.
"Sara?" Kendra said in a trembling voice.
Sara got up and spun on her heel. She sprinted out of the cargo bay and into the hallway. Ray burst down the hallway, his wide eyes taking in Kendra's scared frame on the floor.
"Kendra!" He shouted, unaware of Sara sprinting towards him. He brushed her shoulder but he didn't stop to apologize. He continued like the incident never happened. Leonard had followed Ray when the two of them heard a scream from the cargo bay.
"Lance?" Leonard drawled, barely managing to grab the White Canary by her elbow. She twisted her arm out of his fingers, continuing down the hallway and out of his sight. "Lance!" He called out after her, rolling his eyes. "Sara!" He yelled, immediately following after her. However he lost her as she went around the corner of the ship. "Damnit, Canary." He rubbed his tired eyes before picking one of the two hallways splayed out in front of him.
Sara entered the Medbay, unable to breathe or think. Her chest felt tight and constricted. She came too close; much too close this time.
"Gideon?" Suddenly she realized her voice was shaking and the tears blurring her vision.
"Yes, Miss Lance?" Sara wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Gideon, I need you to give me something that'll stop the bloodlust."
"I'm not sure I can do that. No files in the archives show any relation to what you're experiencing. Might I suggest a minor sedative and some sleep? My records indicate it has been three days since you've last slept."
"I..." Sara swallowed, the urge to kill overpowering the rational part of herself. "I'll take it." The blonde sat down in the chair then waited for the blue light to appear. "How long will it take to kick in?"
"Between five and six minutes."
"Gideon, once I'm in my bunk, lock the door and don't let anyone in. Not under any circumstances."
"Yes, Miss Lance." The blue light began at her feet then trailed itself up her body, fading once it reached the top of her head. "Sedative complete."
"Thank you, Gideon." She stood up from the chair.
Her legs wobbled yet she began the long trek to her room aboard the Waverider. Already, her mind was blank and void of the bloodlust. The little voice who whispered for bloodshed had finally stopped speaking into her ear.
She sighed in relief once she had made it to her room. The door shut with a clicking noise behind her. She barely had time to sit down on her bed before her eyes were closing and her mind relaxed enough to allow her to get some sleep.
"What about Miss Lance?" Martin suggested.
"No. She's training Kendra." Snart drawled, slightly uncomfortable having a trained assassin somewhere on the ship in a current state of bloodlust. Ray told him not to worry; Sara knew how to handle the effects of the Lazarus Pit. But having an assassin hiding on the ship still most likely craving death by her hands, that was what created an uneasy feeling in Leonard's stomach.
"Yeah, about that..." Ray started.
"We don't need them." Rip shook his head. "Martin, you use the key Mr. Snart stole to get into the lab. Mr. Snart, you and Mr. Palmer go as backup."
"I don't know, Rip. Maybe I should stay here, monitor Kendra's wellbeing and all..." Ray stole a longing look towards the hallway which would lead him to the Medbay-where Kendra was currently decompressing.
"Jax will be with her once he locates the whereabouts of Miss Lance."
Suddenly, an idea popped into Captain Cold's head. Sometimes the best place to hide is the one no one would expect. Assassins are known to hide in plain sight...especially trained ones like Sara.
Without warning he stood up from his position of leaning on the center console. Ray furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as Leonard began to walk away from the discussion.
"Where are you going?" The Atom questioned the crook.
"Don't worry about it. It doesn't concern you." Leonard said while he disappeared from their sight. He quickly hurried to Sara's door. "Lance!" He banged on the cold metal surface. "Lance!" He repeated as his fist continued to pound on the metal door.
"Might I advise that Miss Lance is not presently in her room, Mr. Snart." The AI's voice spoke from overhead.
"Cut the crap, Gideon. You and I both know she is." He snarled at the artificial intelligence. Then he directed his words to Sara's door. "Canary. Open the damn door." He shifted uncomfortably.
"Miss Lance is currently asleep. Might I advise you to come back later?"
"Or you can open the door and I can enter now." Leonard responded to Gideon.
"I cannot. Miss Lance specified not to open the door under any circumstances."
"Then I override those circumstances."
"You cannot-"
"I can. And I will." Leonard growled. He reached into his front pants pocket for a paper clip. He pulled out the small object then inserted one side into the emergency keyhole. The lock clicked and Leonard smirked, his eyes briefly gazing up to the ceiling. "See, Gideon? Never met a place I couldn't break into."
Leonard slid through the now unlocked door. He entered the dark room, one hand hovering above his cold gun-just in case. The door slid shut behind him and his eyes fell onto a figure curled up on the bed.
Sara's back faced the door. To anyone else it seemed like a normal position but Leonard knew it was an extremely vulnerable position for a person like Sara. She always slept with her face turned towards the door. Her breathing was slow and even, and her body's relaxed state had his fingers gripping his cold gun in response.
Sara was never relaxed. Not like this. Her body, similar to his own, held an edge to her posture. Always waiting for things to go wrong. Preparing for the worst. So for her to not even notice the banging on her door or the loud metal opening, this proved something was wrong.
Swallowing, Leonard nervously stepped towards her sleeping figure. Once he hovered over her, he raised his hand. He fearfully placed his fingers over her t-shirt clad shoulder. He gently shook it.
"Lance." He murmured, continuing to shake her shoulder. "Lance." He sighed. "Gideon. Lights please. Twenty percent." The brightness in the room did nothing to wake her up. "Lance." He rose his voice. "Sara!" Her eyes fluttered open slowly, a drowsy sleepy medicated haze clouding her blue orbs.
Her head turned to look at him and he felt his heart thump wildly in his chest. Her blue eyes held nothing but sleepiness, her hair fanned across the pillow softly in slow motion, and a small smile graced her lips. She blinked slowly as her eyes adjusted to the light in the room. This was the side of Sara he instinctively knew to be before the accident on the Gambit.
"Hmm?" He eyed her warily, making sure to take in every movement her muscles made.
"Sara...what did you take?"
"I gave Miss Lance the sedative she asked for." Gideon chimed in from overhead. "Don't worry, Mr. Snart. It is only a mild sedative. It should be wearing off within the next hour."
"Sara doesn't need a sedative." He said with his signature drawl.
"I did." Sara spoke through a yawn. "Helped me clear my head for a minute."
"Or a few hours. Lance, what the hell?"
"I'm sorry, okay. I just needed to clear my head." She sat up and dangled her feet over the edge of the bed. "Does Rip need me?"
"No. But he has the kid looking for you." Sara yawned again then laid back down. She rolled over so her back was facing him and the door. "Lance."
"Gideon, tell Jax my location in an hour."
"Yes, Miss Lance." Leonard readjusted his posture, his shoulders moved up then down.
"You're stronger than this, Canary."
"You don't know me."
"I know you're not the killer you think you are."
"I could kill you. Right here. Right now. Get out." He went quiet, giving Sara a few minutes to calm down before he decided to speak again.
"Kendra's fine."
"I said get out." Sara snarled, in warning. If he wasn't careful, Sara might just kill him. Leonard licked his lips before nodding, though Sara couldn't see him.
"Fine. But I know Laurel wouldn't like to see you doing this to yourself, Sara. She'd want you to be better than this. And to remember the mission and what we're fighting for." He turned away from her, against his better judgement.
"Don't talk about Laurel. You don't know her."
"I know I'd be telling my sister something like that if it was her in your position."
"Get. Out." A whizzing sound had him instinctively moving a step back as a knife clattered to the floor less than a foot in front of him. "Next time, I won't miss."
The metal door to Sara's room opened. Leonard stepped over the knife, took one last look at the assassin then swallowed down whatever her was going to say. The door closed behind him and he began making his way towards the Medbay. Perhaps a little chat with Kendra could help...