bridge of glass

Untitled LoT fic #522

(The numbers mean nothing, just a, way for me to track them)

Untitled #522

Sara was sitting in the study, drinking one of Rip’s vintage bottles of scotch. She had been staring at her lap contemplating what their next move should be while the rest of the team (save Amaya, who they had dropped off back in her own time before heading to 2017) out in their respective cities saying their hellos and goodbyes before heading off back into the timeline. Her sister, back thanks to the Spear, was going to be a part of that team as soon as settled things with Oliver.

Footsteps echoed from the bridge and she poured another glass as they grew to closer to her, not bothering to look up as she handed her new companion the glass.

“Mick’s not coming back, is he?” She asked as he took the glass. Leonard Snart shook his head, sitting on the chair across from her. He had been brought back along with reality and Laurel, their version of him, not some ripped out of time aberration causing Legion wannabe version.

“Afraid not. Can you really blame him?” He asked in return.

“No. We didn’t exactly treat him like part of the team, despite how many times he saved us. I don’t know how to get him to forgive me.”

“With you? Some time. He might even forgive Raymond with enough space. The others, unlikely.”

“What about you?”

“Not entirely sure the rest of the team would be ok with having another criminal on board.”

“The Captain is.” She said, finally looking up at him. He was looking at her, had been the entire time, and suddenly everything they should be talking about came rushing to the tip of her tongue. The kiss, the Legion the things that had been keeping her awake at night, the future…but she wasn’t ready to talk about any of those things.

“I’d feel a little out numbered, being the only crook on a ship full of heroes and do gooders.”

“Then bring someone. Someone you trust.”

“You are going to let me bring an unknown criminal onto your time ship just so I’ll feel more at home?”

“I trust you. Besides, we could use your skills. You are, after all, one hell of a theif,” she said, a little shyly, smiling up at him. He smiled back, as much as he did smile, before finishing his drink. “We are leaving tomorrow morning, around 7.”

He stood to leave, placing a hand on her shoulder and reassuring he’d be there.

“Wouldn’t want to anything that’d keep me awake at night,” he said in explanation before heading out.

“Gotta think about what that future holds,” she called out after him.

And that was how Lisa Snart joined the Legends and time traveling became a family affair.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.