Sara Lance x Ava Sharpe x Reader (Avalance x Reader)
Word Count: 3.8k
@confusinggemini612 asked: Hey, I was wondering if you could do an Ava Sharpe x Sara Lance x Reader fic & if you're not comfortable writing a polyamorous relationship just a Sara Lance x Reader. Reader is recruited from Team Arrow & there's an instant connection. Please & thanks.
Warnings: Talks of Arrow canon-complicit deaths
A/N: Okay so this ask has been sitting in the back of my drafts for so long. But after what happened last night, you bet your ass I got started on this right away (also it’s been a fat minute since I watched Arrow so, excuse any mistakes that don’t go with the correct storyline).
When you heard the hum of the elevator, you simply ignored it. With only Oliver and Felicity left on the team, there weren’t really many people coming in and out of the bunker. So you went on with your task, collecting information on potential targets to keep an eye out for.
But an unfamiliar voice ringing through the bunker caught your attention.
“Who the hell are you?”
Your hand automatically drops to the knife on your waistband, flicking it out before spinning around.
The only thing stopping you from flinging it at the intruder was the knowledge that she would probably kick your ass and walk away without losing a sweat. You’ve never met the woman standing in front of you before but you’ve spent enough days over at Laurel’s apartment to know who she was.
“You’re Sara Lance.”
The blonde gives you a curt nod, still looking a little suspicious of your presence. Her hesitance was understandable, seeing as you didn’t join the team until after her departure. “Uh, yeah, I am. Who are you?”
“Right, sorry. I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). A friend of… Oliver’s. And the team, I guess.”
Her eyes narrow at you and you fight the urge to take a step back as she walks towards you. The way she was eyeing you made you feel like prey caught in the sights of a fierce predator. “Uh huh. And where is he?”
Waving your hand in the air, you shrug. “Out and about, probably.”
“Felicity?”
“Knowing her? Somewhere out there trailing Oliver.”
“Diggle.”
Internally sighing, you knew exactly where this was going. “Spending time with his family.”
“Wilbur?”
You give her a look, eyebrows raised in amusement. “We both know there’s no ‘Wilbur’ on this team. Are you done giving me the third degree? Or do I need to call someone to prove that I’m actually a part of the team?”
Clicking her tongue, the former assassin gives you the once over before plopping down in the seat you were formerly sitting in. She kicks her feet onto the table and you have to remind yourself not to stare.
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to her. You’ve heard countless stories about the infamous Sara Lance. Most of it was from her own sister, but what you were told held no light to seeing her up close and personal.
She literally oozed sex and confidence from every single one of her pores. And the smirk she sent your way let you know that she knew exactly what she was doing to you.
“Alright (Y/N), I’ll trust you for now. Tell me, what’s a person like you doing in a place like this?”
There’s a slight flirtatious undertone to her words and the inner fangirl in you wants to squeal in excitement. The more mature part of you simply rolls your eyes and paints an equally as flirty smirk on your face. Two could play this game.
“Ask me what you want to ask, Lance. After all, pretty people like us don’t have all day to waste. And who knows, if you ask fast enough, we could always go get a drink after.”
Sara seems momentarily taken aback by your playful banter, but she quickly snorts in amusement. “Okay casanova. Calm yourself.”
You laugh along with her, taking a seat on top of the table. You neatly fold your hands in your lap, signaling to her that you would behave. At least for now.
“A drink would sound nice, but I’m actually looking for the others. I tried calling but nobody was answering. And I was at Laurel’s but she wasn’t there.”
Sara doesn’t miss the way the smile falls off your face at the mention of her sister’s name.
“What?”
And it was then that you realized that Sara had no idea about what happened to Laurel. Your heart sinks and you feel the urge to throw up. It looked like you were the one that was going to have to break the news to her.
“There’s this guy, uh, Damien Darhk.” His name tasted bitter in your mouth.
Sensing your hesitance, Sara throws a joke out there to try to lighten your mood. “What did he do? Steal your lunch?”
A chuckle escapes you but it doesn’t hit the air right. Sara’s hand lands on top of your’s, trying to soothe your nerves. Despite how right it felt, it doesn’t do anything to help calm you. “He broke out of prison and we tried to stop him. And Laurel… she...”
You could tell the second she figured out what you were trying to say. Her eyes widen, horror and pain mixing together in her blue eyes. “No.”
“Sara--”
“No, she can’t be gone.”
She pushes back her chair, eyes darting wildly around, and you stand up just as she makes her move to leave.
You tentatively drop a hand on her arm. “Sara--”
“I have to go.” Your hand is shaken off.
“Sara, wait--” You try to stop her but she pushes past you with ease.
You’re left watching as the elevator door closes behind her, leaving you alone in the bunker once again.
So much for first impressions.
---
The next time you see Sara is years later.
After Diaz’s rampage of the city.
After he successfully tore apart your newly formed family again.
The team is furious, watching as the federal agents click handcuffs on a pliant Oliver.
“The bureau is going to stay in Star City until Diaz is brought in. But only if Oliver agreed to turn himself in.”
“You son of a bitch.” Shaking your head, you look at Oliver with disbelief written clear across your face. “Why would you do this?”
Whatever he was about to say is cut off as a familiar voice cuts through the air. “What the hell is going on here?”
You could’ve sworn you saw Sara’s face light up when she first spotted you, but as she takes her spot next to you, glaring at the federal agents, everyone’s attention is back on Oliver.
And then it was on the doctor who appeared behind Diggle.
Everything after that seemed like a blur to you. All you can remember is the feeling of crushing sadness when you heard that Quentin didn’t make it. The anger you felt when Oliver was led away. The pain you felt for the woman you barely knew as she was taken to go see her father.
While the team left to deal with the fallout of Oliver’s actions, you stayed behind, waiting for Sara to come back out.
Laurel’s the first one to come out of the room, nearly stumbling to a halt when she saw you. As much as you wanted to blame the day’s events on her, you couldn’t. You give her a strained smile.
“You okay?”
Her eyes dart away from yours, drifting to the ground. Picking at her own fingers, she nods. “Look, I’m sorry about--”
“Don’t apologize.” She seems shocked at the lack of anger in your voice. “It’s not your fault, Laurel. Quentin knew exactly what he was doing when he took that bullet.”
You knew it was more than just the fact that she shared the same face as his daughter that caused Quentin to do so. If he believed in her, then you would too.
“He took it for me.”
“Then repay it to him by proving to us that he did the right thing.”
She gives you a hesitant nod, and is about to say something when your eyes dart off to the side. Laurel understands immediately. She moves just as Sara exits the room.
The blonde looks at the two of you, her blue eyes twinged red from tears. You can tell that she’s wary about the woman who’s wearing her sister’s face, but all thoughts of your best friend’s doppelganger goes flying out of your head when Sara suddenly tucks herself into your chest, arms wrapped tight around your torso as she shakes with silent tears.
Soothingly running your hands down her back, you whisper quiet reassurances into her hair.
Every time another shake would wrack her body you’d tighten your arms as your heart broke more and more for the woman in your arms. How could someone like her face so much loss in her life? At this point, every time the two of you met, Sara’s lost a family member. This wasn’t fair.
When her tears finally die down, Sara pulls away, rubbing at her eyes. “I don’t understand what’s happening here.” Her words come out raspy and broken.
“Sara--”
“Why is my dad dead? And why has Ollie been arrested?”
Her icy blue eyes are fixed upon you and you want to ask yourself the same questions. Why was it that her father was killed by dangerous criminals roaming the streets? Why was it that Oliver, one of the only people helping keep this city safe, was being punished for doing so?
You let out a sigh, not being able to meet her eyes. “They’re cracking down on vigilantes in the city.”
“But you guys keep the city safe.”
Not safe enough. Your thoughts drift back to the man lying still on the table, never to see his daughter again. You think of her sister, another person you weren’t able to save.
Shaking her head, she lets out a shaky breath. “I should’ve been here.”
“Sara.”
“Stop.” She holds her hands out to stall your words. “My dad is dead. And I wasn’t here to help.”
“You can’t blame yourself for this.”
She huffs out in frustration. “(Y/N)--”
“I was here both times. And trust me when I say that if there’s anyone to blame, it’s me.” You look away, not missing the way her blue eyes track your movements. You rub at your eyes, trying to will your own tears away. Taking a deep breath, you scoff at yourself. “I spent nights lying awake, because I couldn’t save Laurel all those years ago. And now I’ve failed again. Your father and sister were some of the best people I knew, but I couldn’t save them.”
Sara tries to interrupt you again, but the look you send her way stops her in her tracks.
“You're the captain of a time ship. You’re literally battling things beyond us over there. You spend every day saving the timeline while my only job is to protect the people of Star City. And I can’t even do that. So if there’s anyone to blame, it’s me.”
She grabs your hands, pulling you towards her and you freeze, breath caught in your throat. You could feel her breath fanning across your face and you have to shut your eyes to stop yourself from doing something you knew would be a bad idea.
You feel one of her hands rubbing at your cheekbone and you open your eyes to drown in ocean blue ones.
“Don’t blame yourself.” The words are whispered out, almost as if she was convincing herself with her own words too.
“Then don’t do it to yourself either.”
You don’t miss the way her eyes dart down to your lips. Or the way she seems to lean in towards you.
Your breath hitches but you can’t seem to stop yourself either.
And right before you meet, she pulls back.
“I have to go.”
You feel like kicking yourself. “Sara--”
She shakes her head, looking at you with an indecipherable look in her eyes. “I have to get back to the ship.”
Sighing, you knew there was no convincing her to stay. “At least let me take you.” You couldn’t stand the thought of her being alone. Again.
It looks like she’s going to decline your offer. And a part of you desperately wants her to. But the other part that wants Sara to choose you wins when she gives you a small nod.
The walk to your car was silent. She kept fiddling with the rings on her fingers while you did your best not to think about the kiss you almost shared.
To say you couldn’t stop thinking about Sara would be an understatement. You didn’t know what it was, but ever since she left, she’s been the only person on your mind. So to almost share a kiss and then have her stop it with no explanation was more than disheartening.
When you get into the car, Sara sheepishly tells you that she never memorized the address of where she parked the dropship but she could give you the directions one road at a time. You bite back your light huff when you remember that Laurel used to do the same thing too. There must be something about the Lances that just made them not want to memorize addresses.
So you made due, one turn after the other, not bothered by the complete trust you’ve given the blonde captain. But eventually the silences dragged out, longer and longer until this time it seemed to have dragged out a little too long for your liking.
Risking a look over at the passenger seat, you want to laugh at the sight you see. With her head propped against her arm, Sara was dead asleep, the events of today seemingly enough to drain her of all her energy.
Seeing as you didn’t know where to go, you pulled over into an empty parking lot.
You were just about to debate if you should wake her up or let her sleep some more when the soft sound of an unfamiliar ringtone played through the car. You quickly reached for the phone sitting in the cup holder before it could wake Sara up. It was only then that you saw how many missed calls the former assassin had.
Quietly sliding out of the car, you answer her phone. “Hello?”
“Babe? Thank god you answered. Is everything okay?”
Your heart shattered at the pet name. Now her previous action of pulling back made sense. Of course someone as wonderful as Sara would already have a girlfriend. Even though you tried hard not to, there was always a little part of you that held out hope that the former assassin would come back to Star City and that you would get a chance to ask her out. It seemed like you were wrong.
“Uh, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’m a friend of Sara’s.”
You could almost feel the fear from the woman on the other side of the line. “Is Sara okay?”
“Physically? Yes. But emotionally?” Sighing, you glance back into the car. From where you’re standing, you can still see the dried tears on Sara’s cheeks. “Look, I… I don’t know where you are, and I don’t know if you can, but is there a chance you could come to Star City? Quentin he, um…” the words stick in your throat and you find yourself fighting back your own tears. You didn’t think you could say the words. Closing your eyes, you change your sentence. “I think Sara could really use you right now.”
The sound of something zapping behind you has you spinning around. Phone still held to your ear, your mouth drops open when you see a woman dressed in a navy blue suit step through what looked like a portal.
Hot damn. Not only did Sara get herself a girlfriend, but she somehow got herself a woman equally as beautiful as herself. With the tall woman walking over to you, you fight the urge to scoff at yourself. Yeah, you never stood a chance.
“Thank you for calling me.”
You shrug. “You did all the hard work. All I had to do was accept your call.”
“I’m Ava.”
Nodding, you take her outstretched hand. “(Y/N).” Your name slips out before you could stop yourself. You fight the urge to cringe. Of course she knew your name. You literally still had Sara’s phone in your hand.
There’s a sparkle in blue eyes as she also catches your blunder.
There was something about her that captured your attention and you desperately told yourself to keep it in your pants. Crushing on a taken woman is one thing. Crushing on both her and her partner was just asking for trouble.
Noticing the still-worried look in her eyes, you point your thumb over your shoulder. “She’s sleeping. Kind of just passed out in my car.”
Ava looks past you and laughs when she spots Sara dozing off in your passenger seat. “Sounds about right. I gather you guys had a long day?”
You swallow the unease gathering in your throat at her words. There was no way she could possibly know what almost happened at the hospital, but you couldn’t stop yourself from worrying that she somehow knew. You give her an awkward chuckle. “Well, I guess you could say something like that.”
Noticing you shuffle from foot to foot, Ava gestures to the picnic tables not far from your car. “Do you want to sit and chat for a while? I think Sara could use all the sleep she can get.”
Despite every alarm going off in your head, you nod. The two of you walk to the table in silence, the crunching of the gravel under your feet the only noise in the air.
“You don’t know who I am, do you?”
Was this a test? You really felt like you were being chastised a little bit. Or maybe warned away. You slowly shake your head.
“I’m Sara’s girlfriend.”
Well that much I gathered. This was one of the most uncomfortable things you’ve ever been put through and you find yourself wishing that you were with Dinah and the rest of them, dealing with the whole Oliver thing.
“Look, I know that Sara cares about you.”
Your mouth wants to curl upwards into a smile at those words, but you tilt your head in confusion at the other woman. “We barely know each other.”
And that was the truth. The only other time you’ve ever talked to her was when you had broken the news about Laurel to her.
Ava shrugs, seemingly unbothered over the fact that her girlfriend regularly talks about another person all the time. “Well she’s talked about you. A lot.”
Your heart flutters at the thought of Sara thinking about you, but then the sinking feeling in your stomach returns. You were talking to her girlfriend. There was no way you were walking out of here alive.
Almost as if she could sense your inner turmoil, Ava bumps your shoulder. “I’m not telling you to stay away from her. Quite the opposite, really.”
You blink, not sure if you were hearing her correctly.
“I’ve always wanted to meet you. Like I said, Sara talks about you a lot. And I can say that I see the appeal.”
What was happening? Your mouth drops open, gaping a couple times before you could get words to come out. “I’m sorry, just so we’re on the same page, what exactly are you saying?”
For the first time today, she looks a little shy. “Well Sara’s talked a couple times about maybe adding another person to the mix.”
“Another person… as in me?”
Nope. This was not happening. There was no way that the girlfriend of the woman you’ve been lusting over for a couple years now was saying what you thought she was saying.
But Ava nods. Nods as if the two of you weren’t casually talking about getting together despite the fact that you’ve just met her and have really only ever interacted with her girlfriend twice.
“I live in Star City.” You would slap yourself if you could. You had no idea why those words came out of your mouth. Out of everything you could’ve said in response to what Ava had said, you used the distance excuse.
“You could come with us.” Her response was almost instantaneous.
“Like… be time travelers with the two of you?”
She shrugs, giving you a sheepish smile. “I mean, I’m stuck at the Time Bureau. So you could always keep me company in DC if you don’t want to run around time with Sara.”
You let out a soft laugh before shaking your head. As much as you wanted to, there were too many things going on here. “I can’t. There’s too much left to do here. With Oliver headed to prison--”
“It doesn’t have to be right now.”
The way her blue eyes seemed to plead with you almost had you saying yes on the spot. But this was crazy. It was a totally crazy idea, right?
You let your eyes drift back to your car, where Sara was still peacefully sleeping away. And you let yourself think about how the first time Laurel talked about her sister you felt an instant bond with a woman that you’ve never met.
Ava’s hand falls on top of yours, almost as if she was testing the waters, and to both of your surprises, you don’t pull away. It felt nice. Almost as if it was always meant to be.
“I want to say yes, but I don’t think I can right now.” Not with Diaz still on the loose. Not with the sudden loss of both Quentin and Oliver. Your team needed you and you wouldn’t abandon them.
Ava nods, reaching into her pocket before handing you something that looks a bit like a watch. “I’m not supposed to be handing these out, but this is a time courier.”
You nod, not really sure where this is heading.
She smiles at your confused look and continues with her explanation. “This is a modified version of what our agents at the Time Bureau have. Original ones can take you anywhere and anytime you want. But this one only allows you to travel from place to place.”
“I don’t get to be a time traveler?” You’re not sure whether you should feel insulted or a little relieved at the fact.
Ava laughs. “You’re cute, but I can’t risk having you trying to change the timeline.”
Totally understandable. You’re not sure what you would do if you had the ability to travel through time. You might try to save Laurel. Maybe Quentin too.
“When you are done here, feel free to drop by.”
“And if it takes a couple years?”
She shrugs. “We’ll wait.”
Looking down at the band in your hand, you shake your head, not believing what’s happened to you today. The father of your former best friend died. Your “team leader” just got arrested. And now it seemed like you had two women promising to wait for you for as long as it took.
Your phone goes off and you look to see Felicity calling you. Sighing, you give Ava an apologetic look before picking it up.
But it looked like you had to deal with the mess here first.
Little Laurel: *sniffs and hides under her blankets*
Avalance: *yelling*
You: *closes door, peels back blankets and crawls in to hold her* It’s okay.
Little Laurel: I don’t like them yelling
You: let’s take deeps breathe first yeah.
You and Little Laurel: *inhales and exhales*
Little Laurel: why are they fighting?
You: I don’t know kiddo, but sometimes people fight because they don’t understand each other. Just because mommies are fighting doesn’t mean they hate each other. Maybe right now but when they are both calm, we can sit them down and ask them about it okay. *sits up*
Little Laurel: where are you going?
You: come I have and idea *puts out hand*
Little Laurel: *reaches for your hand*
You: *grabs airhorn*
You and Little Laurel: *walking down stairs*
Sara: they have time travelers as parents they aren’t living a normal life!
Ava: They-
You: *presses airhorn*
Avalance: *looks at you*
You: let’s all take a break and calmly discuss what is happening peacefully.
Little Laurel: I don’t like it when you fight
You: for the record none of us are normal and we are certainly not living a normally. I’m also happy with where I am. Like Lita we’re happy doing whatever as long as we have our parents with us
Little Laurel: Yeah! Mommies! *runs to hug Avalance*
You: also if your planning something with our lives maybe include us in the conversation.
Little Laurel: can we get ice cream if we talk about feelings
You: Yeah! I’ll drive *grabs Little Laurel’s hands and runs to the car*
Ava: well at least we know if we’re not holding each other accountable then our daughter would
Ava is always so kind and soft with you-all the time.
Sara's a little rough around the edges but a massive softie.
They know you miss them and they miss you. When they come back from missions they instantly make a b-line for the kitchen to grab some snacks and then head to your shared room.
Your favourite thing is being inbetween them when watching a movie or laying down.
Ava's slightly taller so you cuddle into her better and Sara is just shorter so she fits into you perfectly.
Sara is amazing at massaging. Ava is the best when it comes to picking out places to eat.
Ava is usually the first one home from her busy day at the bureau. "Babe? You about? I brought cookies." Ava is your favourite for that reason.
But when Sara comes home from a mission she opts a different approach to becoming your favourite. "Y/n? I have a bottle of scotch with your name on it and im only wearing a sports bra.."
Obviously you love tjem both equally and they are both your favourite people but some days you just need a drink or a cookie.
They have abs. They kill you with them.
Sara always makes a show of working out. She knows you enjoy it and get flustered when she smirks.
Ava however always challenges Sara at some kind of competition- friendly of course. You don't help the situation tho
"Who ever can do 40 push ups with me on their back gets to pick the movie tonight."
This then lead to an all out challenge. Sara managed 35 and Ava managed 36.
You have a very playful relationship. It's all fun and games until someone messes with you.
Sara: "I suggest your get your hands off my girlfriend before I kick your ass."
Ava: "Get those dirty paws off my girl or so help me god!"
They are very protective. If you get hurt Ava always cleans you up whilst Sara carries you around.
God forbid anyone flirting with you on a date. They can act 2 ways.
1- Sara threatens them and Ava doing the same
2- the faces. They each lift an eyebrow and stare the person down.
If someone tries to get handsy tho? Ava will have them pinned to something and Sara will already be trying to cut them or something.
They always have your back and always keep you safe.
Whilst on a mission, Sara and Ava save reader. They very quickly start to form a bond with reader and eventually ask to adopt them!!! thanks:))
A/n: I’m going to mix in a bit of Legends of Tomorrow 5 x 03 and Batwoman 1 x 10. Hey look at it this way, Avalance is getting another kid.
Warning: Homophobia & Hate
Avalance, Sara Lance x Reader, Avalance x Reader
Word Count: 1118
“We’re in 2014, a mysterious murderer roaming the halls of another school dance.”
“Babe, is now really the time to get intel for your murder board?” Sara harshly whispered.
“Right sorry,” Ava put away her recorder.
“I don’t think it’s an encore this time, nothing like this has ever happened in history.”
“Crisis may have changed some things.”
“Wait Wait Wait,” Ava pulled Sara against the lockers.
“What is it?”
“I think someone just went into the restroom,” Ava whispered.
“Aves, it’s a school dance people are bound to go to the restroom.” Sara rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, but not alone. No girl goes to the restroom alone, not even on prom night.”
As Sara and Ava neared the restroom they overheard a conversation.
“I don’t need you to kill anyone, just scare them... you can hurt them but you can’t kill them.” You said on the phone.
“Look I’m not willing to take the blame for you, if you want something done you have to do it yourself.”
“Fine,” The call ended but you kept the phone at your ear as a presence made themselves known.
Sara looked at Ava when the automatic paper towel dispenser went off. When Sara looked back towards your direction you were gone. Sara marched towards the last stall as her eyes darted all over the place to find you.
“Where did she go?”
The room slowly flooded with darkness, with that, you slid behind Sara’s leg and slashed at her calves. Sara hissed in pain as Ava tried to get to Sara. You took your escape. Once you left the lights turned on, Ava supported Sara as they both went to go find you.
They were not that far behind you when Sara threw a dagger past your biceps. Ava and Sara gasped at the white and yellow glowing that replaced the usual dark red liquid. With the power to absorb and create photons of light, heat and energy, a powerful ray of light blinded the Captain and Co-Captain.
The two covered their eyes as you made another escape. It wasn’t hard to follow once their eyes adjusted, as your blood trailed towards the gym and the fact that it was glowing.
The dance decorations began to burn which caused a whole gym of idiots to run out screaming.
“Behrad! We need your totem in the gym. NOW!”
Behrad couriered in using his totem to put out the fire. You planned to make your escape when you ran into a metal man. He had a lot of confidence for someone who didn’t know your powers. He grabbed your wounded shoulder and pulled away his hand at the burn. You grabbed his forearm as your hands glowed, letting Nate fall to the ground from the heat.
The Legends returned to the Waverider defeated.
“Do all missions turn out this badly?” Zari asked from the control center.
“Pretty much, not a Legends mission if there’s no mishap, Z.” Charlie explained
“I’m having Gideon track the blood sample, from Sara’s dagger.”
“Captain it seems our suspect is, (Y/n) (Y/l/n). Not much is known about her.”
“Isn’t she like super hot?” Zari asked as the Legends gave her questioning glances. Zari rolled her eyes. “Her powers or whatever. Can’t you use a thermal scanner?”
“That could work,” Ray smiled. “Her blood glows at the same light as her powers do. We can have Gideon search the city for it.”
“What about all the other metas that got their powers earlier this year?” Nate asked.
“Well we have her blood, can’t we just track that?” Charlie asked.
The process worked and now Sara and Ava were walking into an abandoned workshop. You ran when the two spotted you, but like the great partners they were they trapped you on both sides with a meta dampener on the perimeter.
“You burned a whole school full of innocent kids,” Ava crossed her arms behind you.
“I wasn’t going to burn the school.”
“My air-bender friend says differently.” Sara stated.
“I was there, controlling the fire with my bare hands. I was gonna stop it, absorb the heat. But you stopped it first. Whatever, it doesn’t even matter anymore.”
“What the hell were you thinking?” Ava growled.
“I’m sorry okay.” Sara stalked closer to you. “Look I really am sorry. I just thought that if I could scare the school, that they would forget that I am a freak.”
“You’re not a freak.”
“I am to them, I’m uh... gay. And these powers don’t help me with that! I wanted to be out, I didn’t want to hide this from my mom anymore. We were close, and when I decided to tell her she told my dad and it all changed. THEY ERASED ME FROM RECORDS. PAID PEOPLE OFF TO CHANGED ALL THEIR PHOTOS. THEY BURNED MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE, SOCIAL SECURITY CARD AND THEY EVEN TRIED TO BURN ME! Then there was the school, this is a safe zone, no bullying here, you’re accepted here.” You mocked.
“That sucks and that’s not fair, but that does not give you the right to put innocent lives in dan-”
“Society wants me to be someone I’m not! Do you know how that feels? I hate myself okay. So spare your ‘it’s going to get better speech’ because we know that I am going to grow up hiding who I am, if it isn’t my sexuality then it’s going to be my powers. And you were probably the cool kid in school, and now you’re here being a hero,” tears clouded your eyes.
“We’re more in common than you think.” Ava spoke. “That woman behind you, that’s my girlfriend. We might not know what it’s like to be discriminated against because of an accident that gave you powers to make a difference. But we know what it’s like. I more than anyone can relate to how you’re feeling. I am a clone from 2213, factory made. Set to be perfect. There are hundreds like me but the one thing that makes me, makes us different is choosing to live the life we want.” Ava grabbed both your hands as you sniffed.
Sara moved to caress your back. “A friend of ours, is a fairy godmother. Yes, they exist. She once stated ‘Being yourself is more powerful than any wish.’”
“Being comfortable with myself, scars and all, is how the right people found me.” Ava smiled at you. “I know you’re going to be okay kid.”
You smiled back at her.
“You’re definitely going to be okay kid, cause we have room for an intern Legends” Sara smiled.
“Legend?”
“Don’t worry kid we got all the time in the world to tell it to you.”
