Sara awoke slowly, limbs heavy. Her muscles were sore from the delicious ache of being well-used the night before, a feeling that the captain admittedly had not experienced in quite some time. The warmth of a body surrounded her, all taut muscle and sinew, and she smiled. She imagined the sun shining and birds chirping, had she not been on a time ship.
A soft British sound mumbled through Sara's consciousness, too blurred to understand but too loud to ignore. The sound repeated after the captain had chosen to dismiss it, not wanting it to break the sense of peace that she had finally felt.
"Captain, there is an incoming transmission from Agent Sharpe," Gideon said almost sternly, having had to state that fact more than once before the captain awoke from her slumber.
Sara turned to her right quickly, jerking awake in a most unpleasant manner. Of course the warmth surrounding her was a figment of her imagination, as were the memories of energy well-spent. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance (and disappointment, not that Sara Lance would ever admit it).
Waking up from a dream- in a dream. Well, that's new, Sara thought. At least when she had nightmares she was happy for them to end.
"Put her on, Gideon," Sara grumbled, wiping the sleep from her eyes and trying to fully reach reality.
Suddenly the small hologram appeared in the room, Agent Sharpe's stern face softening into almost a smile at the sight of the normally badass assassin.
"Miss Lance," Ava cleared her throat attempting to cover her chuckle. "I didn't mean to disturb you. I didn't assume you'd be asleep at this hour of the day," she smirked.
"I live on a time ship, Agent," Sara reminded her. "There is no 'at this hour' here."
The words had a bite to them, partially due to her irritation with 'real life' but mostly to hide the embarrassment that she was feeling.
"What time is it, in chronological life?" Sara caved, the bite suddenly gone, sitting up and rubbing her eyes once again.
"Eleven-thirty A.M." Ava stated, still fighting her smirk as she watched the captain uncrumple her sheets, blond hair a mess.
"Damn…" Sara shook her head, surprised at herself.
Sleeping in was not a luxury that the captain had, no matter what the situation. Sure, she had had a few drinks last night and evidently a quite 'restful' sleep, but the fact that it was nearly afternoon irked her.
"Rough night?" Ava asked, full on smiling by this point. She curled up in her chair to the best of her ability and visibly relaxed, drawing the captain's attention.
"Where are you?" Sara asked, squinting in hopes of seeing the choppy hologram a little more clearly.
"You dodged the question."
"Not as rough as I would have liked," Sara shot back easily, proud when she saw the reluctant blush color the agent's cheeks. "Where are you?"
"Ahem," Ava cleared her throat again, sitting up straight and looking obviously less relaxed in an instant. Sara thought that it must be exhausting to be her. "I'm at my place," she admitted, scanning her surroundings self-consciously.
"Mental health day?" Sara teased, unable to deny how cute she found Ava's anxiousness.
"Well on my planet it's called Sunday, so…" Ava chuckled slightly, reaching out of frame for a moment before bringing a cup of coffee to her lips.
Sara envied that cup of coffee.
She wanted that cup of coffee and she wanted to be that cup of coffee and she was too sleepy to decide which she wanted more.
"Sunday…" Sara mused aloud, ignoring the flip in her stomach as she watched Ava's throat bob when she swallowed the beverage. "Must be nice."
"Says the woman who is lying in bed at eleven thirty," Ava smirked.
"Hey, at least I don't sleep naked," Sara flirted, throwing in a wink for good measure. "At least I didn't last night."
"At least," Ava agreed without passion, a distance visible in her eyes.
"So… Agent Sharpe, is this a social call, or…?"
The question had to be asked eventually and Sara was not one to beat around the proverbial bush.
"Not exactly," Ava decided, pulling her legs up beneath her on the recliner, which Sara certainly did not watch too closely. "I wanted to see how you were feeling. Demon realm and all," she added lightly. To lighten the definitely heavy situation.
"Honestly, I'm feeling worse from the scotch I drank last night than I am from the demon realm," Sara grinned, lying back onto her elbow and brushing the hair out of her eyes. "But thanks for your concern."
She said it teasingly in hopes of covering just how much it really meant to her.
"Of course," Ava nodded curtly, suddenly professional. "Well, I need to go and get some work done. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay," she said with as little emotion behind it as possible, as though it was simply protocol.
"But isn't it Sunday?" Sara asked, leaning further into her bed and watching as Ava watched her. She wouldn't just admit that she had hoped to spend just a little more time talking with the agent.
"Our work is never done, no matter what day it might be," Ava told her simply, any remnant of a smile gone.
"I thought you might say that," Sara grumbled, irritated with the mood swings. She had enough of her own; she didn't need to deal with someone else's. "Duty calls," she rolled her eyes as she saluted the woman, making her annoyance evident. "Later."
"Sara—" Ava said quickly, before the captain could end the transmission. "I'm really glad you're okay."