I first started writing this years ago, way back during the gap between 'Night of the Hawk' and 'Left Behind', so it diverges from canon from that point onward. At one point, I got stuck, and submitted a similar concept as a prompt to FreyReh, who did a beautiful job of it. (If you're interested in reading, I'm not sure if they're on FFN or not, but if you go onto AO3, you're looking for a 'DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV)' fic titled 'Legendary Prompts', Chapter 18. It can be found under the Sara Lance/Leonard Snart tag, and was completed in July 2018, so you'd have to search a bit far back for it.)
But now, it's finally my turn!
While this chapter is being posted on a Sunday, all later chapters will come on Thursdays. I have 8 chapters finished, and will continue to write as I go. Not entirely sure how many chapters it will be, but I do know where the story will go.
Chapters on this will be pretty short, just so you know.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything from 'DC's Legends of Tomorrow' any other Arrowverse shows, or DC Comics.
WORD COUNT: 1,064
It happened so fast, no one could have stopped it. But that didn't stop her from blaming herself. For being there in the first place. He wouldn't have gone near Nanda Parbat if not for her.
She'd fallen off the wagon in the last two years, waiting with Ray and Kendra for the others to come back for them. It wasn't the couple's fault; they did their best to help her. But it was just a sad fact that their best simply wasn't enough. She'd gone back to the League, back to killing, back to her life as Ta-er al-Safar. It was the only place in this era that would accept her for what she was: a killer. Without her friends and family, without her team, she had nowhere else to go. She was certain Ra's al Ghul suspected that she had somehow been exposed to the Lazarus Pit, but he didn't confront her about it, for a myriad of possible reasons.
She had a sword in her hand the second she heard noises outside her small quarters, a habit carried by every member of the League, but in this case because of the loud crashes and blast sounds coming from outside the compound. But when her door opened, the man on the other side was the last one she'd expected. "Snart?"
He looked terrible; an abrasion over his left temple, a soft cast on his right hand, and his usual smirk replaced by a tired frown. But the snark was still there. "Miss me?" Even then, there was an exhausted edge to his voice.
"You found her?" Ray's voice came from behind her, and the billionaire inventor pushed his way past the crook, beaming. Kendra was right behind him. Both of them were decked out in their usual combat gear. "Ha! I told you I knew my way around here!"
Kendra rolled her eyes. "You laid siege to this place with Team Arrow once, got captured, and then were rescued by Barry. You can't claim to know the whole place like the back of your hand."
"And you got us lost," Leonard added, not taking his eyes off of her, "Twice."
Ta-er al-Safar stared back at him. "Two years," she said flatly, "You guys left us for two years. Why?"
"It wasn't their fault," Kendra insisted, "Chronos attacked the ship and hijacked it, and this was the closest they could get to us afterwards."
"We came looking for you right away," Ray insisted, "C'mon, Rip and Firestorm can't hold the assassins off forever."
He turned to leave, and motioned for her to follow, but Ta-er al-Safar stayed put. It wasn't that she wasn't glad to see her friends again. It wasn't that she hadn't missed them. It was the fact that for nearly two years, she had been giving in to the Bloodlust, allowing herself to be a monster. Did she even deserve to go back to them? Should they even want her?
Ray and Kendra paused, uncertain, when she didn't move. But Leonard, having stayed as well, had fixed her with a piercing gaze, like he knew exactly why she was hesitating. He had that infuriating ability to figure out what was bothering her. He stepped forward, slowly, keeping eye contact with her, until there was less than a foot between them. "You still have a place with us," he said softly, "That's not going to change." Unspoken was the trust in his eyes, the fact that he showed no hesitation in getting so close to her, and the almost desperate edge to his voice. She remembered the night Mick 'died', when he came back and went straight to his room, without even saying anything. Even though she could tell he hadn't actually killed Mick, their falling-out had hurt him deeply. He'd had that same pain in his eyes, then. Like he'd lost a piece of himself.
He was asking her to come back with him.
Ta-er al-Safar paused, wondering if she should.
Sara Lance, the White Canary, took his hand, and nodded.
They'd reached the main hall, the one containing that damn Pit, before a dozen dark-clothed League members cut off their escape. She saw a couple hesitate, very briefly, at the sight of her with the intruders, still gripping Leonard's hand like a lifeline. Then they attacked, and she was forced to let go in order to fight them off. The four Legends were soon separated to different spots in the hall as more assassins poured in. White Canary only caught glimpses of her friends out of the corner of her eye from time to time. Hawkgirl was using everything Sara had ever taught her, her wings and enhanced strength giving her the upper hand, for now. The Atom was rapidly alternating between blasting, shrinking, punching, and growing in random order, using unpredictability to make up for his disadvantage in melee combat experience.
Captain Cold was backing towards a wall, preferring to have solid stone at his back rather than empty space where an opponent could slip in behind him. They'd sparred enough for him to know that he was outmatched in close quarters against an army with the same training as her, so he forced the assassins to keep their distance by blasting all of them with his Cold Gun. The problem was the direction in which he was heading: closer and closer towards the Lazarus Pit. He was already standing at the top of the steps leading up to it, getting dangerously close. He was obviously too preoccupied with the fight to realise what it was.
One of the assassins got past the Cold Gun's beam, ducking behind another League member as if the other were a shield. He had a dagger in his hand, and before Sara could cry out a warning, before Leonard could react in time, the blade flashed across the thief's throat.
The assassin went flying back less than a second later, a bolt of ice sticking out of his chest, as it was impossible to miss at that range. Sara saw Leonard clutching at his neck in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding, more blood spurting out of his mouth as he coughed and gasped. She saw the Cold Gun clattering to the ground as he stumbled.
She saw him lose his footing and tumble into the Lazarus Pit with a splash.
And here I am, being evil and starting you off with a cliffhanger. See you on Thursday!
