Disclaimer: I do not own Legends of Tomorrow or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Author's note: This story takes place after Season 2, Episode 16 of Legends of Tomorrow, but has its own continuity, and spoilers for next couple of episodes.
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Doomworld. That's what Nate had called it, and God bless him it seemed like everything he named became it's universal designation, no matter how hard Sara tried to resist it. Maybe it was some kind of secondary superpower? If it was it was a pretty useless one, like getting a free gift when purchasing an item you actually want.
Of course, it wasn't the name that bothered Sara, it was the fact that she had initially screwed up and allowed that dark reality to be created in the first place. And she would have hated it, even if she couldn't remember it, but the problem was she did. She remembered every single thing.
Not at first, but gradually she got flashes of her life in that other world, the things she had done. Like killing her friends for the man who killed her sister, collecting their masks as trophies for him to display in his sick collection. It made her sick just to think of it.
The memories of that other her making the ultimate sacrifice to try and fix her mistake wasn't even that much of a comfort, because of it, and the actions of Eobard Thawne, they had screwed up time and now Sara and the rest of the Legends were stuck dealing with the repercussions of their actions. And through it all, she was haunted by nightmares of Doomworld. Both good and bad.
They were mostly all bad, but there was one thing that Sara didn't mind so much remembering, although that's mostly because at first she didn't realise they were memories. She thought they were fantasies, probably as a result of her mind trying to deal with the atrocities she had been forced to commit while under the influence of that damn spear.
But then suddenly she noticed the way Amaya was looking at her, and suddenly Sara realised exactly what they were, and that delighted her a great deal. Letting Amaya know that she knew the truth Sara started shooting her the occasional flirtatious smile, at first just to tease her. But when Amaya stopped blushing and started smiling shyly back it became increasingly hard for Sara to get those memories out of her mind.
The next thing Sara knew she was putting her hair in a ponytail, throwing on a black jacket and then examining herself in the mirror. It was by no means identical to her look from Doomworld, but it was just passable enough without raising too much suspicion. Indeed, to her great relief Sara didn't get any comments about her choice in clothing, even though it seemed she passed everyone on her way to her friend's quarters.
Well, maybe a brief look from Mick, but she'd almost expected that. For all his many, many faults he was weirdly observant. Although Sara barely noticed as she was so busy debating whether this was the worst idea ever, or genius. There was no in between.
Still, she was used to making questionable decisions, so with a deep breath Sara softly murmured, "Gideon, opened the door."
"But Captain-" Gideon began.
"That's an order!" Sara demanded firmly, then walking into the open door and twirling her ponytail as she greeted her friend, "What's up Dollface."
"Oh my God! Sara! I, I can explain." Amaya stammered, never more grateful for the invention of bedsheets, some of which were covering her right now.
There was a long pause, and then Sara grinned, "Well, I don't think an explanation is necessary."
"I was just..." Amaya protested, although she honestly didn't know what she was going to say.
"Masturbating? Yeah, I can see that." Sara grinned, "The question is, which ex were you thinking about? Nate? Or me?"
Amaya opened her mouth to answer automatically, but her mouth just stayed open like some kind of goldfish because she just didn't know what to say. More importantly she was left speechless by the sight of what Sara Lance was wearing, and the fact her Captain was slowly crawling onto the bed and up her body. The entire time their eyes were locked together, Amaya desperately wanting to look away, but it felt like if she did she would die of embarrassment.
After all, the only thing that could keep her calm in Doomworld was those eyes, or this woman in some way, and despite this mortifying situation she found herself calmed by Sara's presence. Or maybe she was just hoping if she stayed perfectly still Sara would do what Amaya was hoping she would do ever since she started remembering the other world.
"I'm guessing it's the latter." Sara announced when she was almost on top of the other girl, "I'm guessing you're remembering the same things I'm remembering from Doomworld, and like me you just can't take it anymore. That's it, huh? Are you suddenly remembering what I can do to that body, sweetie-pie? Huh? Cause I'm guessing-"
Before Sara could say anything else Amaya jerked her head forward and pressed her lips against her Captain's. This initially took Sara off-guard, but then Amaya could feel a smile against her lips and then suddenly they were kissing frantically.