Sometime after the Time Dragon…

Sara left the bathroom, steam pouring out behind her. She woke up first and it was far too early for Ava to be up. Just a couple of weeks ago, Ava probably would've beaten her to the shower. With the medications, however, Sara would be lucky to see her before noon somedays.

Davey and Arlo had appeared in the time she had been in the shower and took her side of the bed next to Ava.

She'd been fighting with them several times a day all week and all the previous week – and every time she's been over in the past. There was no winning with them and Ava wasn't taking any sides, and found it amusing.

Arlo watched her with narrowed eyes as she moved around the bedroom. She tossed her clothes into the basket and tidied up all the other things she'd left laying around when Ava needed something. She opened the curtains just an inch to let some light in and then leaned down over the bed to kiss Ava's forehead.

Davey perked up from his lounging all over Sara's place and gave her a narrowed look as well.

Sara left the room, knowing they wouldn't follow her around. "Damn cats," she said with a frown. "One day I'm getting a dog. Then we'll be even."

Raiding the kitchen for breakfast, Sara grabbed her laptop and made her routine morning call to the Waverider. She left the laptop on the counter and proceeded to go through the refrigerator. She was in the mood for eggs and toast. Maybe some bacon, too.

After the third ring the video call was picked up. It was never the same legend anytime she called. Today Ray was the early riser.

"Morning, Captain," he greeted with a bowl of oatmeal in front of him.

"Hey, Ray. How is everything?" Sara said as she cracked a few eggs into a skillet. She was feeling scrambled today.

"Waverider isn't on fire, yet. Which is good."

"Some people don't have to worry about that kind of thing," Sara said more to herself than Ray.

"As true as that is we're us. We haven't really been all that busy lately. There was a velociraptor storming through the Time Bureau. Gary requested that not get back to Ava until after she comes back."

Sara paused her movements over the stove and looked at Ray. "A raptor? Like Jurassic Park raptor?"

"Yeah. Better than a T-Rex though, right?"

"Well, yes, but what's with the animals?"

"Rip said there might be a time pirate kind of thing happening. Plus there are a lot more anachronisms left over from Mallus than anyone was expecting. But we've totally got it under control. You haven't forgotten what Netflix is…you phone hasn't disappeared."

"I think at this point if any of that happens, Ava is the one who won't remember."

"Ray we gotta go," Amaya said in the background. She came into view and waved at Sara. "Hi, Sara. Sorry to interrupt but Leonardo da Vinci in America…in 2376."

"Please, fix that."

"Aye, Captain," Ray said. He gave her a salute and ended the call.

Cisco was staring down his computer screen when the portal opened up across the room. He lifted his eyes from the screen and watched Sara stepped through, thankfully a fight didn't have to break out after it had been so quiet. It was nice.

Although, Sara and the Legends tended to bring problems too.

"Oh, no. What did you break this time?" he asked as she closed the portal behind her. He relaxed at the fact that she was alone. Mick wasn't the friendly type.

"Break? Nothing. It's more of a visit to prevent it."

"What is this something are we bubble wrapping?"

"Not something. Someone," Sara glanced around, only now noticing they were completely alone. "I was hoping you could help with that. A suit. For Ava."

"Yeah, I heard what happened from Ray. Grodd is so much fun, isn't he?" Cisco asked.

"Yeah, that's why I'm here. The last thing I need is for Ava to have any 'fun' in the future."

"How is she?"

"Better. But I need some reassurance that I don't have to worry about her trying to fight bad guys in a pantsuit." She earned a laugh for it but she was very serious about this. Ava was insistent about proper dress code for the Bureau, but Sara couldn't have another incident like this again. She had enough to worry about when it came to Ava and the last thing she needed was her recurring nightmare to come true.

With all the chaos they deal with on a regular basis, she was reluctant to admit her injuries could've been worse.

"No need to worry. You're in luck." Cisco led her through a doorway and into a bright room. Lining the left wall were suits. "I've had some free time and suits can always be improved."

He picked up a tablet with a bright scene and walked over to Sara, handing it to her. "Take your pick."

"What is this?"

"Everything you need."

"Honestly, Ava would be the one to understand all of this," Sara said, scrolling through endless words – that didn't have a description. "So…I just pick some of these and it'll make me a suit?"

"Not quite. I'd have to do some testing and Ava would have to get fitted for it. When exactly do you need it?" Cisco asked taking a walk around the room to look at the suits. Sara glanced up from the screen and looked to the multicolored suits and the ones that were just plain white and black, ready to be chosen.

"Not too soon," Sara said, handing back the tablet. "She won't be able to walk let alone fight time pirates for another few weeks. It's just going to take a lot of persuasion to get her to relax for that long."

"Well, you're the right woman for the job." He looked over her selections.

"So is it possible?"

"I thought you were going to give me a challenge. How does she feel about black and gold?"

"Knock yourself out." She started to leave the room sensing he was brainstorming idea. She had to get back to Ava anyway. Maybe by then she'd be awake. The time courier opened up a portal back to Ava's living room and she walked towards it. "Have fun with that."

"Oh, I will." Cisco grinned.

Sara wondered if she should've been worried but she had to remind herself that the team was actually doing well without constant supervision. It did help that she didn't have to stress Ava out about something going wrong often. So, it was probably best not to mention the raptor to her. As scary as Gary was, it was a reasonable request.

She lounged on the couch looking through Netflix for something that Ava didn't tell her she couldn't watch without her. Which really left her with a bunch of movies that didn't look that great. Although, what's a horror movie if it isn't a little terrible? And more funny than scary. Ava didn't like scary anyway.

Before she could select something from the genre sirens sound from outside. Curiosity overpowered the movie and Sara looked out the window. Down below two police cars were headed down the street weaving through traffic. She was surprise at herself to feel a bit of longing watching them pass. Oliver was out there somewhere fighting off villains. After all these years of doing just that, she felt rightfully jealous. Rightfully even though it was a bit silly.

"You can go," Ava said from behind her.

"Or you can get some curtains," Sara said, folding her arms over her chest.

"Sara, I'm well aware of the fact that you can't stay cooped up here." Sara turned away from the window, resisting her urge to scold Ava for standing on her own. If she wasn't in any pain then it was best to leave her alone or threats would follow. "I can barely stay here. It's driving me crazy."

"I know."

"Why don't you go? I'm sure you can find some trouble to get into that doesn't involve time hopping."

"I'm not leaving you."

"I'm not completely helpless. I can manage for a few hours. As long as you promise to come back in at least two pieces…although I do prefer one piece. That's much better." Sara rolled her eyes and was seconds away from protesting again, but Ava raised her hand to stop her, fighting off a wince.

"I can't be off being a vigilante…what if you fall…or…fall?"

"Sara, I am eating and watching tv and trying not to go stir crazy. I don't need Lifealert. And don't think I haven't noticed that you avoid talking about the bureau after you talk to the team."

"Well, I know how close you are to getting an ulcer just from being reminded Gary's in charge of a federal agency."

Ava closed her eyes and let out a calming breath. Sara was impressed considering she'd been freaking out about it all the times before then. "I'm calm." Ava moved to the couch and sat down slowly, sinking into the couch like it would swallow her whole. "I'm calm."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, I am. Very calm."

"No. I mean about the vigilante thing." Sara dropped down beside her.

"I thought we established that I don't need you to be normal. I like that you're not. That's what I love about you and you know that. You know a lot things."

"I guess I could call Oliver and see if there's something he needs help with."

"Good." Ava nodded in amusement.

"But just this once."

"I'm not asking you to go back to Sink Shower and Stuff."

"But what if you do fall?"

"I have LegendAlert. Much faster…sometimes. And free." Ava patted her thigh and turned on the tv, finding a show she could watch without Sara complaining she wasn't caught up yet. "Stop trying to talk yourself out of it. I'm always right."

"Well, you are the perfect woman…"

"Honestly, I think Amaya would be-" Sara looked offended and scowled at her. Ava laughed, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I'm just kidding. You're the only one for me."

"Yeah yeah," Sara said, waving her away even though she'd clearly kissed her back a moment ago. She grabbed her jacket ready for a trip out to the world that was more normal than the world immediately outside her quarters on the Waverider.

"You love it."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

Sara closed the door behind her not giving Ava a response because she knew the other woman was probably laughing at her on the other side of the door. But she paused with her hand on the doorknob and stopped fighting her urge to grin.

"Yeah, I do."

"Dammit," Sara sighed.

She'd been sitting outside of the apartment for an hour, unable to break away from Ava completely. That worried thought of Ava attempting to get around the apartment and getting hurt nagged her constantly and she would blame herself for it. So, going across town to fight whoever was on Oliver's list. Plus, surely they didn't participate in one and done battles anyway. With her luck, she'd be caught up in brawl with another Deathstroke type and get a call from her team that Ray let out a shit ton of time dragons into the timeline.

Sara grimaced at the thought and officially decided to not go. No fighting. No matter how badly she wanted to. But she couldn't, although there was something equally as dangerous and not too far away.

She opened a channel to the Waverider and was answer immediately. Mick was there eating a sandwich – not to her surprise. He frowned and leaned back from the screen.

"Boss."

"Mick...what are you doing?" Sara questioned. He burped first and then opened his mouth to reply. She waved her hand, stopping him. "Nevermind. Is there a mission going on?"

"Uh. Not really," he said.

"Well, Ava basically put me out of her apartment until I went and worked off my edge."

"You want us to blow something up?"

"Blow what up?" Zari asked in the background.

"Nothing," Sara said, "You're not blowing anything up."

"I heard fire. What are you doing?" Amaya asked coming from somewhere.

Before Sara could even respond, whole team was lining up to join the conversation. The video adjusted, showing everyone gathered around Mick – who looked entirely uncomfortable being surrounded.

"Okay, I guess now that everyone is here…"

"Ava tired of you already?" Zari asked, "Happens to the best of us."

"No." Sara rolled her eyes. "She wanted me to get out and do something. What she had in mind isn't going to work so…drinks on me?"

"We're in," Amaya said. She almost looked relieved. Almost.

When she volunteered to take the Legends out to a bar, Sara was aware it was a bad idea. Like with most things involving the Legends she knew for certain it could go terribly wrong but that was part of her job as captain.

And also, possibly designated driver now that Rip and Wally were the ultimate Karaoke drinking buddies.

Sara glanced over her shoulder to the pair in the middle of their not so great rendition of 'Everybody Wants to Rule The World' as if Sara hadn't heard it a million times – rarely by the original singers. She turned back to bar satisfied there weren't any fights to break up yet. Mick was only on his seventh beer though and he was right next to her so hopefully she could stop it before it starts.

Amaya sat down next to her and ordered three shots like she'd been a regular at this bar for years. After she took all three of them down, Sara finally spoke for the first time since they'd gotten there.

"I thought everything was going fine on the Waverider."

"It is," Amaya said.

"Then why are you throwing back shots like Mick…like me?"

"Keeping everything perfect isn't not stressful."

"Now you know why Ava and I spend so much time in my office with bottles of whiskey."

"That's not the only thing you two do in your office. Or hers."

Sara was pink in the cheeks for only a moment. "That is not the point."

"Are you sure about that, Boss?" Mick asked, eye glistening with intoxication and mischief.

"Drink your beer," Sara grumbled. "Point is it's not as easy as I make it seem dealing with all you."

"I would say Rip understands but…" They turned to see him and Wally refusing to give up the microphone. "He's one us. Officially."

"You guys will be the death of me."

"Isn't Ava expecting at least a bruise or something when you come back?"

"Hadn't really thought too far ahead yet. I'll come up with something."

"No need," Mick said. He grabbed his empty beer bottle and smashed it into the person walking behind him. The person being someone part of the biker gang that filled the room other than them. They stared each other down for a second before a brawl started. It was a record they made it this long without incident.

Amaya shoot her head and went back to her drink.

"What the hell? I haven't had any actions in a while," Sara said watching, Nate toss someone across a table. "I almost miss it."

"Have fun."

Sara smirked, gesturing to the bartender. He frowned at the fight but got her shot, obviously used to such skirmishes on a nightly basis.