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Laurel paid close attention to her baby sister's story, from her explanation of her accidental marriage to everything that had happened in the last few days. She was a little surprised that so much had changed in less than a year, and that going home her entire world would be different. Her team had disbanded, and been replaced by a new one. Not that anyone could ever actually replace John and Thea, but even with the new team having their support it was still going to be very different. Her day job was gone as well, along with the offer of the District Attorney, and the world likely has believed her dead for too long for her to try simply going back to being the assistant DA.
"Ollie and his team are still in town," Sara quietly told her, a simple statement that actually conveyed a monumental question.
But Laurel nodded; she wanted to see Oliver. In turn, Sara nodded as well, and rose from her seat behind the medical bed/chair.
"I'll be back in about a half hour," she informed her sister, letting her know how much time she would have to prepare herself for this.
"Thank you," Laurel said and Sara only nodded again.
Once Sara was gone Laurel let out an anxious breath she hadn't been aware she had been holding. She couldn't really pinpoint why she was so nervous about seeing Oliver, as she knew he would be nothing but happy to see her alive. Maybe it was what she had told him before her, apparently drug induced, seizure. She had felt so tired, so sure that the nurse was wrong and she was going to die, so she decided she might as well tell him that she still loves him. Maybe that had been the anesthesia talking, coaxing her into telling him. It had only been a few hours ago for her, but it had been months for him. Months for him to think whatever he wanted to about it, if he wanted to think anything about it. Aside from that she was also nervous about meeting his new team, or specifically, if there was a place for her on it. Logically she knew there would be, but did she even want to go back to that? A few hours ago, or a few months ago, she had been all set to give up the vigilante life and focus on becoming the DA. But that, most likely, would no longer be an option and after all the blood, sweat, and tears she put into becoming the Black Canary maybe giving it up now would be a little premature.
"So you're the famous Laurel Lance?" A voice interrupted her thoughts, and she looked over at the doorway to see none other than a man she could recognize only from various mug shots she had seen of him.
"Leonard Snart," she mused, "I always thought that if I ever met you it would be in a courtroom."
"Dido," he agreed as he moved into the room. "So how are you feeling?" He asked, his voice may have been coated in a defensive drawl, but she could still pick out some real sincerity behind his words.
"I'm alive, thanks to you I hear." She replied but where she expected him to gloat he only shrugged.
"The kid did most of the work, and by most of the work I mean she's the one who drugged you and wheeled you out on the gurney. All I did was drive the ship and steal the keycard to your room." He said but Laurel smiled at him.
"You talked to Rip, it was your idea." She reminded and he avoided her eyes, he should've known that Sara would tell her everything. "What would you have done? If it didn't work?" She asked and he let out a sigh before flicking his eyes up to meet hers.
"I would've gone back and killed Darhk myself," he all but sneered.
"And if that didn't work?" Laurel asked,
"He'd be dead, that's a start." Len replied, even if he hadn't been able to save Laurel, he never would let Darhk survive an encounter with him, and he'd never let Sara start herself back down that dark road of killing.
Laurel seemed to understand this and nodded, "Thank you, both for saving my life and for saving my sister's." She said and although Len smirked it wasn't his usual, cocky grin. It was closer to a smile, a very touched and proud smile.
"I don't know what she told you, but I've never saved Sara's life." He said, "Rip saved her when Savage had a knife to her throat, those time pirates who put her in a gas chamber were so stupid she was never in any danger, and it was the kid, and as much as I hate to admit it Allen, who got her out of the Phantom Zone."
"Maybe," Laurel only half agreed, "But Sara came to talk to me, the night that Rip recruited you all. She was lost, still trying to figure out how she was supposed to live after she'd been dead, and I told her that I thought she should go on the mission; that it would be good for her." She said and Len couldn't help but allow a teasing smirk to cross his face.
"Bet you never thought she'd end up drunkenly married to a criminal." He joked,
"Doesn't really surprise me," Laurel teased, "What does surprise me is the light I saw in her eyes when I woke up." She said, "At first I thought she was just excited to see me alive, but it was more than that. She's different now, different than she's ever been. The way she lit up when she started talking about you, the way she lost herself in the story; she wasn't even like that before the Gambit went down." She explained before her face grew rather solemn and, almost, regretful. "I don't like to admit it but after I brought her back, I think there were some times where she wondered why I did it; she didn't think she had a place left for her n this world." Leonard was listening intently. He had noticed something like that about Sara when they first met; that her life hadn't panned out to be anything even remotely close to what she thought it would when she was growing up. He could tell fairly quickly that for a while now everything in her life had been spiraling and she was looking for something, anything, to cement.
He never thought that something might turn out to be him.
"Sara's been lost for a long time," Laurel's continued words brought him out of his thoughts, "I know she might never say it, but it's because of you that she's finally found herself."
Snart honestly had no idea what to say to this, but thankfully he didn't have to, as it was at that moment Amaya came to stand in the doorway.
"What are you doing in here?" He asked, he and Amaya have never been great friends or rivals; frankly they don't have much of a relationship at all. But still, he was not ungrateful for her interruption, as he isn't very good with feelings.
In response to his question the animal powered woman grabbed a roll of bandages out of a cabinet and held it up, as if doing so made her intentions perfectly clear.
"Bandages," she said matter-of-factly, "Sara asked me to help Laurel change them while she's out getting Oliver and his friends."
Len nodded at her explanation, then nodded a goodbye to Laurel as she pushed herself just a little off the chair, and then he left the med-bay.
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"So you're really leaving?" Jax asked, stopping in the open doorway of Courtney's room when he passed by and saw her packing her bags inside.
"My mission's over," she confirmed with a sigh as she turned around, a glint of sadness hidden within her eyes and the same certainly showing in his. "The Justice League is safe, for now, and as much as I like being here it's best if I go back to my own time."
Jax nodded whilst looking at the ground, though Courtney was still able to see it in his eyes that he would miss her and she just couldn't help but chuckle.
"It's not like you'll never see me again," she reminded him, "I mean, I'm sure it doesn't surprise you that you're the youngest active duty member of the League." She revealed and he smirked,
"Youngest active duty?" He asked and she smiled a teasing grin back at him.
"Arsenal and Speedy are semi-retired, but I'm pretty sure it's already that way."
Jax chuckled at that, he was certainly going to miss Courtney. Even if he were to see her again one day, and maybe even one day soon, it's not like things would be the same. When they meet for the first time it will be a slightly younger version of Courtney that he meets, and then one day she'll disappear only to reappear with all of the memories from this mission. He too will be different, no doubt, as he will be two years older and that's two more years of missions and fighting psychopaths on this time ship.
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"I can't believe you," Sara said with a smile as she entered her and Leonard's room only to find Len lying awake on their bed.
"Why not?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow, despite knowing the answer to his question, as she came and flopped herself down next to him in the bed, capturing his lips with her own before she explained herself.
"You went back and actually managed to save my sister's life." She told him, as if he needed to be reminded.
"True, but you're not out of the woods yet Lance." He warned and she looked at him puzzled, so he continued. "I had to bring her to almost a year after she was presumed dead, and last I checked your father has a heart condition, I can't promise seeing her alive won't send him into a cardiac arrest."
Sara, despite the legitimate reasoning of that, couldn't help but smile because she was still just too dang happy about this whole situation.
"I love you," she said and Len smirked.
"You told me that this morning," he reminded her but she simply pressed another kiss to his lips.
"I know," she assured him, "But I want to make sure you do."
"I do," he promised, this time being the one to meet her with a kiss.
They continued on like that, planting kisses on each other's lips as they lay side by side, and it was quick to escalate. First Leonard began to move his attention from Sara's lips to her neck, then Sara began to shove the sleeves of Len's jacket down his arms, and then… there was screech.
It came from the doorway, so Leonard and Sara both turned their heads to meet the sight of Laurel and Oliver, the latter clearly helping the former walk. Just as quickly as the door had opened Laurel slammed the button for it to close, but the moment was still ruined and both Sara and Leonard slammed their heads back against the mattress.
"Guess I have to get use to having an annoying sister again," Sara joked and Len smirked.
"You're welcome."
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Turns out that one thing annoying sisters are good for is telling your entire family that you drunkenly got married in Vegas, and stayed married. Of course by the time Laurel let this secret slip Sara, Leonard, and the rest of the Legends were already long gone to 2019 to drop Courtney back in her proper time. However they could only avoid the present for so long before they ended up going back, and that turned out to take a mere six months.
Sara texted her sister the night that they landed in Central that she would be home in the morning, as Rip was granting them a week of shore leave in their proper time whilst he and Gideon assessed some information on their latest temporal enemy. Laurel replied back with the information that their father, as well as Thea, Curtis, and the newest recruit Rory, none of whom were present during the Phantom Zone incident, know about Leonard and it would probably be best that she bring him along. So with this information Sara let out a frustrated groan as she crawled into bed and made herself comfortable in Leonard's lap before telling him all that they were about to face.
"This is really getting annoying," she mused when she was done, "But we have a whole other year to wait until we can do anything about it."
"Happy anniversary," Len muttered, just last week had marked a year to the day that they will get married; a year to the day this can all be over with.
Sara huffed out a dry laugh, "happy anniversary," she repeated. "So, ready to face my dad?" She asked, twisting in his grip to get a look at his face. Oddly enough Leonard opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it. His eyes were focused on nothing, the wheels turning in his head with some sort of idea. "Len?" Sara asked but he didn't respond, and when he finally did it was with a sigh.
"We are such idiots," he muttered and, while she was inclined to agree on the generalization, Sara only looked at him curiously. "I've been making fake I.D.'s since I was twelve, and given what you've said about your teenage years, I'm willing to bet that you didn't start long after."
"Fourteen, what's your point?" Sara asked,
"My point is that you and I have had much practice in the altering of official documents, and all we would need to do with that certificate is change one number-"
"And we could start the process for an annulment while we're here on shore leave." Sara finished for him, not wanting to hear him say the obvious but it didn't sound much better coming from her. "We are idiots," she agreed as she glanced down at her hand.
For the last six months she had worn her wedding ring and band practically everyday, claiming it was only because she thought it looked pretty. Of course that wasn't the real reason, but the real reason was something she could never bring herself to admit.
"Well then," she huffed as she stood and went over to the top drawer of the desk, opened it and pulled out the marriage certificate before traipsing back over to the bed and reclaiming her spot. "What do you think?" She asked, Len hummed in thought as he took the paper from her and studied it.
"I think this will take less than an hour to fix, the date is only written in two places." He mused and she nodded,
"Then let's get started."
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"Wait, you're really getting an annulment?" Ray asked when the team's resident crook and assassin joined the group for breakfast in the morning and, after being asked, shared what they had planned for the day.
"We're going to try," Len corrected, "It'll take some time but if we can get the process started today then maybe we can get most of the important stuff out of the way this week."
"Meaning that hopefully we won't have to stay behind at the end of the week," Sara added but the others continued to stare at her and her boyfriend skeptically. "What?" The blonde asked, "You guys didn't think that us being together was going to change the plan for the annulment, did you?" She asked but the beat of silence was answer enough, they did.
"Of course not," Stein lied, and neither Sara nor Leonard bought it.
"It's just that we're so use to thinking of the two of you as husband and wife that to hear that you are truly getting your marriage annulled, well it's a bit of an adjustment." Rip supplied.
"And here we thought you were aware that our marriage was an accident." Len said, so obviously Ray thought now was a good time for him to cut in.
"We do," he assured the crook, "It's just that, you know, it was a joke for awhile and then you guys got together for real and you work so well… we just all figured that when we finally caught up with time you might just, you know, stay married." He continued and to be fair they each seemed to give his words some thought, but then Sara shook her head.
"I think I'd like to remember my wedding," she excused and Len nodded in agreement.
The next few minutes were mostly silent, but once Sara and Len left, the others all exchanged uneasy glances.
"Are they really doing this?" Carter questioned,
"It appears so," Amaya replied, though it was obvious that she could not imagine their two teammates as not being married.
"I suppose it is for the best," Stein said, "After all, marriage is a sacred vow and should not be entered into lightly, much less under the influence."
"Maybe," Rip agreed, "But then again, it's not like those two are very traditional."