LOT/CC fic: The Badge
Sara Lance “lifted” a badge off a nameless Time Agent. But…what if it was more than that? Pure CaptainCanary wish fulfillment; you have been warned. Spoilers for the third-season premiere.
Dedicated to the CC fandom; you’re awesome, and I love you guys.
“He may have left his badge at my place. … All right. Maybe I lifted it off him in the morning.”
The closing shift sucks.
And retail sucks, Sara Lance thinks wearily as she walks up the steps to her apartment at 10:19 on a Friday night after a long, long shift of housewares no one needs, annoying customers and clueless coworkers. And this night sucks, and life sucks, and…
And someone’s in her apartment.
Sara frowns at the door, where the thread she’d left draped this morning is now missing, trying not to think too much about the rush of pleasure she gets at the notion of a little action of any sort, even if it’s just kicking the crap out of an intruder
“OK, asshole,” she mutters under her breath, easing open the door and moving warily inside. “You’re now a stress-relief toy. You picked the wrong former assassin to mess with today.”
She quietly lowers her bag to the floor, then moves across the tiny kitchen, pausing just outside the living room, listening.