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25th December, 1940.
Sara’s extremely tiny apartment, London
Sara awoke slowly, looking down at a certain blonde trailing wet kisses up her stomach.
Ava smiled, looking up when she noticed Sara was awake. She pulled herself up, brushing her nose with Sara’s. “Happy birthday Sara.”Sara smiled sleepily, adorably trying to keep her eyes open.“And merry christmas to you, sweetheart.”
Ava kissed Sara’s knuckles, then moved to get out of the small creaky bed. A pouting Sara held onto her arm.“Do we have to get up today?” Sara groaned out.
Ava shook her head adoringly and sat down again, straddling Sara’s lap. She hid her face in the crook of Sara’s neck. “Hmm your friends from the airforce are coming over, remember, and Laurel too?”
That took the last vestiges of sleep out of her, as she slid out from under Ava into a sitting position.
“Sara, It’s still early.”
Sara looked at her seductively. “Well, what do you want to do?”
Ava blushed furiously as she rolled over on the bed, bringing the covers up to her face. They hadn’t yet done anything beyond kissing, and this was only the second time Ava had stayed the night at Sara’s.
Sara chuckled as she brought the covers down from Ava’s face. “It’s okay to be embarassed, Aves. We’ll do everything, at our own pace.” Then she smirked a filthy smirk as she lowered herself onto Ava, whispering in her ear. “After all, it’s still early Ms. Sharpe.” She kissed her lobe.Ava gulped, eyes turned into pools of blackness. She tugged Sara down for a kiss.
They were interrupted by a sharp noise coming from the living room. It was Ava’s turn to groan. “Must be Gideon.”
She pushed Sara up, who reluctantly hovered over to the telephone.
She picked up the phone. “What is it Gideon?”
“It appears that your friends from America have just arrived. They’re waiting in the hall.”Sara’s eyes widened. “They’re at the SOE?” She almost squealed with excitement, her previous annoyance forgotten.
“Yes they are.”
“Godbye Gideon.” She almost put the reciver down, before picking it up again. “And Merry Chrismas!”
She ran to the room. “Ava! Ava they’re here!”
They got ready as fast as possible, in trousers and winter coats, fluffy socks and cardigans strewn all over the house.
It had been snowing the day before, but it wasn’t enough to coat the ground in white. They walked to the building, Ava looking at Sara adoringly as she bounced with excitement.
She ran inside, and tackled Laurel into a hug as soon as she saw her. “How are you? How’s dad? Is everything alright back in America?”
Laurel smiled at her. “Everything’s great Sar. Dad’s good too, though he really misses you. Also, I think I’m finally getting somewhere with work.” She sighed out with relief.
Sara looked at her sister with pride. Laurel had been working for years as a women’s rights activist, and it was finally coming to fruition during the war as women rose up to take jobs previously occupied by men.
She looked behind Laurel. “Spooner! Astra! Glad to see you here in London.”
Spooner walked forward, shaking hands with Sara. “Good to see you too cap. Heard you were having some fun without us down here?”
Astra supplied “Besides, this seems way better than flying men around like a fucking bus service.”
Ava sauntered over to them, She wanted to give Sara some time alone with her friends, so she had deliberately taken longer to arrive. Ava waved awkwardly.
Sara cleared her throat. “Everyone, this is Ava Sharpe. She’s my… frien-partner. She’s my partner.”
Sara blushed as Ava raised her eyebrows. “Ava this is Laurel, and that’s Esperanza and Astra, though we call Esperanza Spooner. It suits her.
Laurel smirked at Ava. “I’m sure you’re both good friends too. Really good friends. I can tell, you know.”
Ava choked on air, but she kept silent. Sara glared at Laurel. Spooner and Astra looked at each other.
Gideon broke through the awkward silence, seemigly clueless. “Well! This is wonderful. As all of you get reacquainted, I’ll call Nate and Zari.”Soon, the ‘team’ was gathered in the neat office of the L-Section.
Sara looked around, her mind wandering to that faithful day in October, to when there were only two of them in this room. To when she had no idea what she was doing. It had been only two months. Two months that felt like a lifetime of experiences.
She did have an idea now though. An idea of what she wanted to do. A sense of purpose. So much so in fact, her and Ava had gotten through to higher ups at the SOE after hours of debating and pleading.
This was the outcome. A team of seemingly random, weird people, united by one goal. To help people. In any way possible.
And here Sara was. From Captain at the women’s airforce to co-captain of the L-Sector. A talented bunch of individuals indeed.
Zari’s voice broke through her daydreaming. “Uh. This is really great and all. But, we’re seriously not calling ourselves the L-Sector, are we?” She made a gagging sound.
Astra spoke up. “The captains already have heroic codenames.” She smirked. “About time we got some too.”
Laurel looked over at Sara questioningly.Sara glanced at Ava from across the room. “French newspapers described the two of us as the falcon and the canary a day after the escape, and that’s what the Nazis call us now too.” She said proudly.
Ava smiled shyly. The names were, frankly, quite honorable titles for a pair of spies. But their team also did need a name, if Sara was being honest.
Gary spoke up suddenly. “Ooh! What about… hear me out, what about” he paused dramatically “…Legends?”
“No Gary that’s not… Legends, come on! Legends?” Ava rolled the word around on her tongue a few more times. “Wait that’s actually not so bad.”
Sara pouted impressed “It’s pretty good I’d say.”
Everyone else hummd their approval.Sara grinned. “Legends it is! Gideon! Bring out the champagne! Let’s have a toast!”