Candice watched as flames started to surround the woman, but they quickly died out. Her brow furrowed a bit as she heard the soft plea of the stowaway. “Saving your dad is Noble and all, but doing so hurts the time line. Like seriously hurts it.” Candice said.
She looked over at Sara with a soft look. “Listen I get it 2040 was horrible, and I could see how wanting to save your dad seems like a good idea but it really isn’t. The ripples it would cause are potentially catastrophic. We’re talking Flashpoint kind of problems.” She explained.
“And I realized that means nothing to you.” Candice said with a sigh. “Captain Lance.” She said looking at Sara. “Obviously we can’t have her running amuck in 2019, but perhaps there is some kind of compromise?” She asked with a shrug.
Sara’s sterling gaze softened at the tenderness in Natira’s resolve. She wasn’t some selfish stowaway hungering for a new break. She wanted to save her father from the grim nature of the future. A malleable future at that. Her own heart ached at the solutions to fix the broken nature of the future.
“Alright, let’s not get into the scientific ins and outs of events like Flashpoint.” Sara hardly grasped the concept when Barry Allen’s lot of nerds explained it. “I need to know everything you know about the future and who your father is. If you want help, you need to pull your own weight on this.” Sara nodded towards the waverider before knocking on the exterior for the airlocks to disengage.
Her boots squeaked against the iron wrought landing. She tossed an encouraging glance to the young woman, “you coming or not?”
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“Nobody asked you,” Natira snapped at Candice, the anger bursting through her like a flame. If the girl wanted to cry for her captain, then she needed to leave the business to the actual captain. At least, that’s what Natira wanted to say. She bit those words back, knowing that if she wanted this to work, if she wanted help– or at the very least, for them to turn their eyes away– then she needed to keep her temper under control. She couldn’t act like some brat.
Instead, she turned away from the other girl, her eyes purely on Captain Sara Lance. Nat was speechless at first, almost gawking at the woman. Was she- was this actually happening?
Quickly she snapped out of it, straightening herself. “Yes ma’am,” she said quickly, rushing back into the ship she had just exited.
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