A/N This was originally intended to be a part two to my other Legends fic, Got Your Back, (largely inspired by reviews from radpineapple and afanofyourstory, so thanks guys. I hope you find this) but it didn't really fit the format I had there, so this was born. "This" mainly being a collection of silly one-shots/short stories revolving around the Legends as a family.

Since I like exploring interactions between characters who don't really get much time together on the show, this first chapter is starring Jax and Sara.

The majority of these chapter will be platonic, but CaptainCanary may show up from time and to time and will occasionally be implied in chapters where those two are not the focus.

Warning: Some language and mild violence.

Jax raised his eyebrows as Sara downed yet another drink. "You sure you should be having another one?" he asked her.

Sara laughed, slamming the shot glass against the counter. Jax jumped. "We're here to have fun," she told him, eyes twinkling. "This is fun. Don't be such a party pooper."

Jax glanced down at his own empty glass. Yes, this was supposed to be fun, but he was pretty sure Martin, not to mention Rip, would kill them if they came back completely wasted.

And after what happened that one time with Mick, well… Jax was sure he never wanted to test them.

He still didn't know what methods they'd used to get Mick to scrub all the floors in the Waverider.

"Hey you!" Sara waved to one of the bartenders and gestured them over where they sat. "Another glass for my friend here." She grinned and winked at Jax as the man obliged them, filling up the glass again.

Jax rolled his eyes. "Good grief."

Sara smiled brightly. "You wanted this."

"Fine." Jax reached for the drink, but before he could take it, a heavy hand landed on his shoulder.

He stiffened, before reluctantly turning around to face the newcomer, who squeezed in between Jax and Sara. The man was big, beefy, and reeked of alcohol and sweat.

Jax wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Look," he said, holding his hands up, "I didn't come here for a fight."

"Too bad." The man smirked. "You look like you're looking for trouble."

"Hey." A hand grabbed the man's shoulder, catching his attention and he turned, giving Jax a view of Sara, who had risen from her seat. She smiled sweetly, but there was fire beneath it. "You might want to rethink that. That's my friend you're messing with there."

The man sized her up, then smiled, but there was nothing nice there. "Yeah?" he asked. "And what are you going to do about it?"

Sara's smile didn't falter as she grabbed the man's wrist and twisted. The man cried out in pain and swung wildly. His fist delivered a glancing blow to the side of Sara's head.

He didn't get another shot.

Sara kneed him in the gut, flipping the man over her shoulder before he could so much as finish saying oof!

"Holy…!" Jax jumped back.

The man grabbed for a bench, using it to haul himself up. "You're going to pay for that, Missy," he snarled.

"Really?" Sara didn't seem the least bit concerned. "Because it looks like I just took care of you."

The man didn't get a chance to respond as Jax brought a bottle crashing down on his head.

"Hey." Sara frowned at him as the big man crumpled to the floor. "I had this under control."

"Yeah, well…" Jax stared at the big man on the floor. Did he really just do that?

"Duck!" Sara suddenly warned and Jax obeyed just in time as another bottle sailed over his head, shattering on the counter.

"We're getting out of here!" Jax grabbed for her hand.

"It's just getting started!" Sara protested.

And yeah, it definitely was, considering at least three of the guy's friends seemed to be ready to pick a fight now.

And Jax did not want to see things "get started."

"I don't care!" Jax protested vehemently, ignoring the fact that this trip had been partly his idea. "Do you have any idea how much trouble we'll be in if we get into a bar fight when we were specifically told not to go anywhere?!"

Sara giggled. "Think Rip'll ground us?" she asked.

"I think he'll do a bit more than just ground us," Jax remarked. He grabbed for Sara's arm, but she pulled away from him easily.

He should have expected it, considering who he was dealing with, but he was frustrated.

And worried.

Jax wondered if Rip and the others had returned and discovered their absence yet.

He sure as hell hoped not.

He didn't know which option he dreaded more: dealing with an angry Time Master or getting pounded on by a couple of drunks.

"Sara," he hissed frantically, "we have to go!"

Sara stared at him forlornly. "But I was having fun." She made a wide, sweeping gesture with her arm and knocked one of the glasses off the counter.

Jax flinched and, this time, successfully grabbed Sara's arm.

Sara glared at him but she didn't pull away from him this time.

Jax thought they might actually be successful in getting away from here with little to no damage.

But, as it always was with them, that would have been too easy.

The first man charged, an angry bull, swinging his fist.

Jax cursed and ducked, but kept his grip on Sara's arm.

Sara stumbled after him. "Jax," she gasped, sounding more lucid than she had a second ago, "let go of my arm."

Jax wasn't stupid. He knew that if Sara really wanted to, she could have him on the floor in half a second tops, but she was going with him.

Whether it was because she was too drunk to protest (which was ridiculous. This was Sara), she realized she'd bit off more than she could chew (again, this was Sara) or she was just humoring him (did Sara even humor people anyways?) was a different story entirely.

Somehow they made it outside, even though Sara had to clear a path (while Jax was feeling pretty much useless without Professor Stein there to form Firestorm with-it wasn't like he knew how to fight as himself.)

"Well," Sara said, her arm draped around Jax's shoulders, though Jax wondered just how big a part her being drunk played in that, "that went well. All things considered."

"Yeah, but," with a sinking heart, Jax noticed one decidedly displeased Time Ship Captain, arms crossed, approaching them, "I think things are about to get a lot worse."

"What were you thinking? What were you thinking!" Rip's tirade was accentuated as he flailed his arms, pacing back and forth on the Waverider's deck.

Jax sat as still as he possibly could, unwilling to attract any more of the Captain's ire.

Sara, however, didn't seem the least bit concerned. She sat slumped at the table, head buried in her arms. Jax wasn't sure she was even listening.

Snart sat beside her, distractedly playing with her hair. An amused smirk tugged at the corners of his lips and Jax suspected he was the only one of them deriving any entertainment from this whole matter.

Except for maybe Mick.

Jax eyed the arsonist suspiciously, but Mick was surprisingly stoic.

"Honestly!" Rip slammed his hands on the table in front of Jax and he jumped. "Can I not leave you alone without you finding some kind of mischief to engage yourselves in?"

He glared at Sara as he said the last words, but his efforts were wasted as it was questionable whether or not she was even aware of his presence.

"Sorry, sir," Jax said, folding his hands in his lap, mainly to keep himself from nervous fidgeting. "It won't happen again, sir."

Rip frowned at him. "I've heard that one from all of you before. Several times actually. Several times in the same month."

Jax grimaced. "So…" he said nervously, "are you going to…"

"Have you and Sara scrub all the decks on the Waverider three times over?" Rip finished for him. "Yes, I think that sounds like an excellent idea. Gideon will supervise you. Won't you Gideon?"

"Of course, Captain," the A.I. said smoothly.

Rip nodded, satisfied. "There. That's settled." He gave Snart a pointed glance. "Mr. Snart, I'll expect you to inform Ms Lance when she's… a little more sober."

Jax groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Oh, man." And he'd yet to receive his lecture from Stein, which he was sure was coming sooner rather than later. He was so screwed.

Snart, however, didn't break eye contact with Rip. "I would, but then again, I like all my limbs intact."

Rip didn't blink. "Gideon."

Gideon spoke, "The Captain has asked me to arrange a rather impressive collection of jazz should the need for it ever arise."

Snart glared at him a long moment, before throwing up his arms. "Fine."

Mick clapped Jax on the back, startling him and Jax wondered exactly how he'd ended up behind him when he'd seen him standing behind Rip a few minutes ago.

"Have to say I'm impressed kid," Mick told him. "Usually I'm the one who gets him pissed."