Fic: The Least I Can Do, Chapter 2
Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow
Characters: Sara Lance, Amaya Jiwe
Amaya has something to say about what Sara's been doing.
In part, this chapter was inspired by Caity Lotz's comment that Sara loses everyone she loves. It's also inspired by her hope that Sara and Amaya have a strong friendship.
Chapter Text
Amaya had seen this sort of thing before, during the war: Men and women falling into the arms of strangers to forget their losses. As long as it didn’t affect their missions, she wasn’t going to worry about Sara’s casual encounters throughout history. They were from different eras, with different standards, and Amaya had already learned not to apply 1940s morality to Justice Society members from the future.
The first time Sara came out of Ray’s room, flushed and breathing hard, Amaya thought it might be a fluke, Ray just a convenient body for Sara to lose herself in after a tough mission.
At the next briefing, the two of them acted as if nothing was different between them, so she chose to say nothing.
Two times, though, was trouble waiting to happen. Especially considering the way Ray looked at Sara the next morning. Sara might be able to treat sex casually, but from what Amaya knew of Ray Palmer, it was something he wouldn’t be able to manage for long.
This time she had to say something to Sara.
But perhaps she shouldn’t have said it when they were sparring. Sara’s response to her carefully worded concerns was a snarl and a hit that knocked Amaya squarely on her backside. Then the assassin stalked off.
The third time was when it fell apart. Not for Ray, but for Sara.
Amaya had just settled on her bed with a book for the evening when her door slid open. Sara stood in the entry, tears streaming down her face.
Amaya put the book down and slid off her bed, holding her arms open wide for the other woman to rush into them. She stroked Sara’s golden hair and let her cry herself out before leading her to sit down next to her on the bed.
“You were right, Amaya. You were right,” Sara said with a sniffle. “I… I called Leonard’s name and… Ray’s face…”
Amaya sighed. “And being the sweet man he is, Ray will never actually say anything to you about it. He’ll just keep offering himself up out of guilt.”
“Guilt?”
Amaya put one arm around Sara’s shoulders. “Rip told me he saw a vision of Ray dying at the Oculus. Not Snart. And every time Ray mentions something about Snart, he has this look…” Amaya shook her head. “It’s a look I saw during the war, when soldiers talked about friends who took a bullet for them.”
“Survivors’ guilt,” Sara said.
Amaya nodded. “That’s a good term for what both of you have.”
“Both of us?”
“He feels guilty about Snart, you feel guilty about your sister. And your guilt over your sister has kept you from mourning for Snart the way you should have, like a lover.”
Sara’s eyes glistened with new tears. “We weren’t…”
Amaya waved that off. “Semantics. Where I come from, those card games and all the looks I’m told you two shared would have made you one of the great love stories of the age, even if you never made it as far as a kiss.”
Sara stared at her, wide-eyed, as Amaya went on, “You loved him and you lost him, and from what I’ve heard since joining this team, you never really got the chance to deal with that loss.”
Sara leaned forward, putting her face in her hands. “So did they all see what I was too stupid to see until it was too late?”
Amaya rubbed her back soothingly. “Only Mick, I think. Ray didn’t figure it out until… well, you know. Rip is too focused on his own grief, Jax is just too… inexperienced to understand, and if Martin knows, he’s being discreet. Rex and Nate don’t know enough about you or Snart to have figured it out.”
“But you did?” Sara asked, wiping her eyes.
Amaya shrugged. “My totem does give me the ability to detect some feelings via scent. Like sadness. But most of it… call it a woman’s intuition.”
She smiled and slid off the bed. “Come on. I’ll make us some tea. And then you can tell me about the Leonard Snart you loved.”
Sara gave her a watery smile and slid off the bed too. “We did get as far as a kiss….”
Characters: Sara Lance, Amaya Jiwe
Amaya has something to say about what Sara's been doing.
In part, this chapter was inspired by Caity Lotz's comment that Sara loses everyone she loves. It's also inspired by her hope that Sara and Amaya have a strong friendship.
Chapter Text
Amaya had seen this sort of thing before, during the war: Men and women falling into the arms of strangers to forget their losses. As long as it didn’t affect their missions, she wasn’t going to worry about Sara’s casual encounters throughout history. They were from different eras, with different standards, and Amaya had already learned not to apply 1940s morality to Justice Society members from the future.
The first time Sara came out of Ray’s room, flushed and breathing hard, Amaya thought it might be a fluke, Ray just a convenient body for Sara to lose herself in after a tough mission.
At the next briefing, the two of them acted as if nothing was different between them, so she chose to say nothing.
Two times, though, was trouble waiting to happen. Especially considering the way Ray looked at Sara the next morning. Sara might be able to treat sex casually, but from what Amaya knew of Ray Palmer, it was something he wouldn’t be able to manage for long.
This time she had to say something to Sara.
But perhaps she shouldn’t have said it when they were sparring. Sara’s response to her carefully worded concerns was a snarl and a hit that knocked Amaya squarely on her backside. Then the assassin stalked off.
The third time was when it fell apart. Not for Ray, but for Sara.
Amaya had just settled on her bed with a book for the evening when her door slid open. Sara stood in the entry, tears streaming down her face.
Amaya put the book down and slid off her bed, holding her arms open wide for the other woman to rush into them. She stroked Sara’s golden hair and let her cry herself out before leading her to sit down next to her on the bed.
“You were right, Amaya. You were right,” Sara said with a sniffle. “I… I called Leonard’s name and… Ray’s face…”
Amaya sighed. “And being the sweet man he is, Ray will never actually say anything to you about it. He’ll just keep offering himself up out of guilt.”
“Guilt?”
Amaya put one arm around Sara’s shoulders. “Rip told me he saw a vision of Ray dying at the Oculus. Not Snart. And every time Ray mentions something about Snart, he has this look…” Amaya shook her head. “It’s a look I saw during the war, when soldiers talked about friends who took a bullet for them.”
“Survivors’ guilt,” Sara said.
Amaya nodded. “That’s a good term for what both of you have.”
“Both of us?”
“He feels guilty about Snart, you feel guilty about your sister. And your guilt over your sister has kept you from mourning for Snart the way you should have, like a lover.”
Sara’s eyes glistened with new tears. “We weren’t…”
Amaya waved that off. “Semantics. Where I come from, those card games and all the looks I’m told you two shared would have made you one of the great love stories of the age, even if you never made it as far as a kiss.”
Sara stared at her, wide-eyed, as Amaya went on, “You loved him and you lost him, and from what I’ve heard since joining this team, you never really got the chance to deal with that loss.”
Sara leaned forward, putting her face in her hands. “So did they all see what I was too stupid to see until it was too late?”
Amaya rubbed her back soothingly. “Only Mick, I think. Ray didn’t figure it out until… well, you know. Rip is too focused on his own grief, Jax is just too… inexperienced to understand, and if Martin knows, he’s being discreet. Rex and Nate don’t know enough about you or Snart to have figured it out.”
“But you did?” Sara asked, wiping her eyes.
Amaya shrugged. “My totem does give me the ability to detect some feelings via scent. Like sadness. But most of it… call it a woman’s intuition.”
She smiled and slid off the bed. “Come on. I’ll make us some tea. And then you can tell me about the Leonard Snart you loved.”
Sara gave her a watery smile and slid off the bed too. “We did get as far as a kiss….”