Dear lord! This is happening!
It’s Christmas time, so I decided to challenge myself artistically (?) and share my ‘dream time-team’ illustration along with a fic inspired by this particular piece of art. I’m kind of nervous (af) right now, because that’s the very first time, my drawing has colours and patterns. As for the fic… I hope it’s not complete disaster ;)
Well, it can’t be, because the lovely @flabbergabst was my beta (once again thank you darling), so this is for her and also all of those Captain Canary fandom members, who didn’t have time to sign up for Secret Santa 2016 <3
I hope this gift will be enough. Enjoy!
(I own nothing)
Waverider, Christmas Day 2017
It was the team’s first holiday together after getting back Rip and brainwashed Leonard from his stint with the Legion of Doom. The return of their teammates was enough reason to celebrate, even if the Team Legends was still floating in space, waiting for a warning to fix time aberrations.
Despite Rip’s efforts, he could not convince Sara to stay with them as a captain. She refused, explaining that it was too much responsibility and stress to bear. She always loved to be a fighter, not a mastermind. Rip understood and took the position, which once was meant for him. Deep down, Captain Hunter knew she was right.
Unfortunately, being the Waverider’s captain for a long time made her feel older. She became more experienced in fact, but the burden just made her become worried for everyone. It made her become afraid of failure. Still, this didn’t stop her from teasing Rip about her innate talent for leadership.
One of those discussions started exactly before Ray prepared a camera for taking a special Christmas portrait of whole team.
“Oh come on! You know I was born to be in charge!” Sara proudly exclaimed, with raised eyebrows and a wide smile on her face, as she sat on Leonard’s lap, who looked at her with a smirk, like she was a goddess.
“I never said you were not, Ms. Lance! It was you who refused my offer of being the captain of the Waverider. Not me,” noticed Rip, pointing at himself in defensive gesture and sitting next to the crook and assassin, none of them hearing the sound of the flashlight.
“Yeah, Blondie! Why didn’t you say ‘yes’ to that? I liked you being my boss. At least I trusted you more than I trust him,” Mick pointed truthfully in Hunter’s direction as Amaya shifted to get herself more comfortable on the pyro’s knees.
“You know that was rude, don’t you Hothead?” teased Vixen, leaning slowly to whisper at Mick’s ear.
“I’ve never been good at lying,” Mick responded. “Besides it’s me who has the longest experience with piloting a timeship so cut me some slack, Foxie.” He shrugged and sneered as he spotted Amaya rolling her eyes.
“What? Choosing Blondie to take Time-Dad’s place while he’s been gone, was the best idea we ever had. I’d vote for her for the next elections, to be honest,” Rory said, raising up his beer toward Sara, receiving a little wink from resurrected assassin.
“I don’t think there will be another election Mick,” Len smirked at his criminal partner. He knows that they share the same opinion regarding Sara being captain but he knows it’s a delicate matter, therefore refusing to show any sign of agreement. Sara knew better, so she took the opportunity to lightly punch his shoulder and give him murderous look, playing it off with a smile.
Resigned, Captain Hunter shook his head and raised an eyebrow after Leonard’s comment, not even trying to read between the lines. He then again spoke with confidence. “Was that a suggestion to make ‘you’ a captain, Mr. Rory? If that’s what you want, I can offer you some probationary time. Will you take it?”
“Better question is, would anyone want to stay on a Waverider with knowledge that Mick is responsible for fixing the timeline?” Sara seemed a bit perplexed both about Rip’s suggestion and Mick’s final answer, so she just exchanged a look with Snart to hide her exasperation.
It was then Martin’s turn to have a say in the conversation. “Considering that Mr. Rory has an extraordinary tendency to light things on fire and to ‘blow stuff up’, I suppose this is a bad idea,” he said, finally taking his eyes away from a book he was reading.
“Hey! I would have trusted Mick with my life… eventually,” Amaya interjected furrowing her forehead, pouted lips on her face. “Would you?”
Leonard, Rip, and Sara said at the same time, causing a burst of laughter from every ‘time-parent’ or ‘rogue’ sitting in a first row.