The Hellblazer and the Canary
Idea thanks to Best Friend Starters. This takes place during Arrow season 4.
“Stop coming into my house to sleep on my couch! Someday you’re going to find the door locked.” Sara Lance snapped as she dropped her bag down next to her feet before she kicked the door shut. She rested her head against it, counted to ten and turned around.
Sara’s apartment smelt heavily of cigarette smoke and blood. The infamous Hellblazer was currently sitting on her sofa wrapping up a wound with some of her gauze, a lit cigarette balanced between his lips and a half finished beer next to his empty bottle of beer that looked to be his current ash tray. ‘‘Well at least he remembered to do that.’’ Sara thought semi-annoyed.
Constantine gave Sara a lazy wave. ‘‘Well you see luv, after that whole I brought you back to life thing happened between us I feel we’ve got a nice little bond going on. Don’t you?’’ He ripped the gauze with his teeth, somehow still balancing that damn cigarette in between his lips and put the roll down in from of him. He had it wrapped up on his wrist to his elbow. When he noticed she was staring he took the cigarette put and placed it into the empty beer bottle. ‘‘I tried Queen’s place first and Thea slashed me good. Probably should ‘ave knocked instead of just raiding the fridge.’’
‘‘We don’t have a bond, you keep on breaking into my house, drinking my beer and making yourself comfortable on my sofa. Nyssa’s going to pop up one day soon and kick your British ass back to London.’’ Sara finally walked away from the door taking her bag with her. Placing it on top of the kitchen counter she did a quick inventory of all of the weapons she now had thanks to Oliver since Nyssa had took all of her things back home or gave them to Laurel. ‘‘Why don’t you just magick that wound back to normal? You do seem to like showing off what you can do.’’
‘‘Not in the mood luv, that’s all.’’ Constantine shrugged lazily and changed his position from sitting down to in fact sprawled out on the sofa with his arms behind his head. When she gave him a half hearted look of disbelief he lit up another cigarette. ‘‘I’m still a bit drained from helping you at the Pitt alright?’’
Constantine had been apartment hopping from Sara and Laurel’s since Oliver was convinced he’d try and sleep with Thea, his place with Felicity wasn’t exactly a place he wanted to be because he had a feeling he’d hear them having sex and unless he was causing the moaning, he didn’t want to hear it. Constantine just had a gut feeling that Diggle would probably shoot him if he came into his place and even the motels in Star City were out of his price range. He had a good amount of money on him thanks to Oliver paying him for his assistance with Sara but he didn’t want to use it on some motel when he had Sara and Laurel Lance’s sofas to sleep on. Even if they both said they’d change the locks. Sisters were cute like that.
‘‘Who’d you beat up tonight just to feel alive B.C?’’ Constantine asked casually blowing smoke rings into the air.
Sara made another face of annoyance before she cracked open several windows. She hadn’t stayed at the clock tower since she got brought back to life. Laurel wanted her to stay with her and as much as Sara wanted to, she wanted to adjust on her own. She felt edgy and raw in ways she hadn’t felt before and she didn’t want to take it out on Laurel. Sara could see it on Laurel’s face, she had been through so much since she died. She didn’t have it in her to make things worse. The pitt did things to her and now she had the man who brought her back to life crashing on her sofa acting like he wasn’t monitoring her to see if anything changed. Though since he didn’t know her all that well before the pitt Sara didn’t really get why he was so adamant on watching her now.
‘‘I’m the White Canary now, Laurel’s the Black Canary. Get it right.’’ Sara said with an annoyed tone even though she wasn’t annoyed. Sara wasn’t all that found of Constantine but she felt a little bad for him. Some nights when he got extra drunk, he would pour his soul out to her when he thought she was sleeping on the sofa. His romantic problems with this Zed girl sounded like he had it pretty bad. He also mentioned Zatanna, someone Sara hadn’t seen in years. It made her want to knock him out because she hadn’t heard anything good about the relationship but she kept it inside. He had moved on and Zatanna was with some guy in Bruce Wayne’s Bat-family. ‘‘I beat up some low life thugs trying to mug a girl. It felt good.’’
‘‘You know even though your the White Canary, you are still wearing black.’’ Constantine was smirking, she just knew it.
Sighing, Sara grabbed another bear from the fridge and plopped down next to Constantine placing his feet on her lap. ‘‘Felicity is still getting the suit made. Black is most of my wardrobe right now.’’ Her body was sore from the fighting but it felt good. Her knuckles had a few cuts so she started to clean her wounds with the antiseptic bottle on the tiny table in front of the sofa.
Sara’s new place was in the same building as Oliver and Thea’s apartment. Well, just Thea’s now that he had bought another place to be with Felicity. The fact they were finally together made her happy and also make her miss Nyssa more and more. She wanted to be with her because she knew Nyssa wouldn’t judge her at all. But like Laurel, Sara didn’t have it in her to be with her right now. They’d reunite for good soon enough. Plus being in the same room as Merlyn still made her want to gauge his eyes out for everything he had done.
‘‘Well,’’ Constantine said smiling lazily, ‘‘blacks a good color on you. But white will really make those eyes pop in the night when you kick some wankers arse. So good for you.’’ He leaned forward and pat her shoulder because he knew if he pat her knee, she’d break his hand without even blinking. ‘‘I’ll be gone sometime tomorrow. Whenever my ride gets back from bein’ a good dad in Brooklyn.’’
Sara finished cleaning her cuts and looked at John Constantine. Really looked at him, past the messy facade, the loose tie around his neck, the few un buttoned buttons on his oddly enough, very white shirt, his trench coat was folded over the sofa like a pillow behind him and his shoes had seen better days. His cigarette smell clung to everything, especially her sofa and sometimes her own clothes. His eyes had a sadness in him that made her understand why Zatanna had fallen for him. But it didn’t make her want to jump his bones and make it all go away. It made her feel comfortable with him enough to not throw him out the window or break every bone in his body for breaking into her house for what was probably the twentieth time at this point. She smiled lazily at him and pat his knee.
‘‘Next time you find your way in this area, how about you send a girl a text instead of breaking in and we get some dinner with Laurel?’’
‘‘Your sister doesn’t like me-’’
‘‘No one likes you.’’ Sara said grinning at him, she meant it to sound teasingly but they both knew it was pretty damn true.
‘‘I wasn’t done thank you very much,’’ Constantine said smirking at her again. ‘‘She’s scared of me but sure, that’d be nice.’’ Nothing like a dinner with two very attractive ladies who could kill him without breaking a sweat. He pulled out his business card from inside one of his many jacket pockets that he was currently resting against and handed her a card. Before she could comment he quickly added, ‘‘I’m getting new ones made.’’
Sara only smiled lazily and cracked open her beer before taking a drink. It would be a long night between the two of them, probably swapping battle stories until sunrise or until he fell asleep loudly snoring with his head on her shoulder. She had a feeling she’d miss the Hellblazer once he walked out of her life.
The End, originally posted on @sleepyheadfannibal17 The Hellblazer and the Canary
