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Okay. She wasn’t backing down and while she didn’t seem hostile, she was unfazed enough that he suspected she could hold her own, even unarmed - it was written in her posture as much as it was in her confident, calm expression.

The corner of his mouth tugged up as she spoke - she was definitely funny. And smart. If he were going to have a soulmate, at least it was someone like her.

Though still cautious, he lowered the gun.

“Well, when you put it that way, it’s a no-brainer.”

Sara smiled and lowered her hands, sliding them into her jacket as she glanced down between the ground and the man in front of her. “Glad to hear it. I’m called Ta-er al-Safer though considering our predicament, I guess you could call me Sara.” Last name, though, that would come with time and trust. Soulmate or not, she didn’t know him and a moment ago he’d had her at gun point.  

“I always knew I would end up with a bad boy--” ( or girl ) and he was, there was something about his attitude even sans the gun that screamed TROUBLE. Her lips pulled into a cheeky smirk, 

“Considering the getup, I guess a white horse is too much to ask for-- you don’t seem the knightly sort-- maybe a motorcycle to carry us into our endless bliss?” It was easier to joke-- not make it serious-- but that didn’t change the fact she had no idea where they would go after they left the alley. 

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“He doesn’t seem too sure that he knows what he’s doing.” 

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James grinned ear to ear as he laid his eyes on the ship The Waverider that sat before him and his sister, they had been trying to find it for about a year now since Alicia had come up with her crazy idea to save their dad. “Now the question is, are they here before or after he dies?” Alicia asked as she walked up to the ship “Really?” James asked following her quickly “I would have thought the question would be ‘how do we get on board’ “  Alicia smirked at him and shook her head before using a special technique she had learned from her Aunt. 

“Gel finger prints, Aunt Lisa made them of Dad’s forever ago just in case of something stupid like this.” Alicia told him as she slid on a glove and the finger prints over them before she used it to open the ship the electric voice of GIDEON came over announcing that Leonard Snart had entered the ship.  James laughed a bit before he and his sister walked onto the ship which seemed surprisingly quiet “They’re either gone or something really bad is going on and we walked right into the middle of it.” Alicia pointed out to him looking around cautiously

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He felt the twinge of pain when she smiled and just held back a wince. He was surprised by how quickly he liked her - the way she held herself, the look in her eyes, the fact that she both could and would beat someone up for inappropriate behaviour. Maybe there was something to this soulmate thing after all.

…Although her dad was a cop. A police captain, no less. That was…something to bear in mind.

He stepped closer as she did, lessening the gap between them. “It’s… noticeable. Not as bad as it feels, though. I expect.”

As the adrenaline wore off, Sara felt the pain settling into a hollow but steady ache. The lacerations wept sanguine but it was the deep bruising that was going to be the larger pain in her side ( literally and figuratively ) in the coming days. 

It also gave her enough time to straighten, and actually see the man before her. He was stunning in a way that she couldn’t quite place. Unlike the guys back in Star City, the playboy millionaires that chased after her sister-- there was something soulful in his eyes that left her breath hitched in her throat for a moment. 

She wasn’t sure if she believed in soulmates, though she felt the famous phantom pangs from time to time; still, she couldn’t imagine anyone would object to the young man in front of her. “You’re sweet. I’m sure it looks like I got in a fight with a blender.” She shouldn’t have walked off, but for some reason, she lingered. “Thanks for the attempt at gallantry-- good to know not all guys are brainless meatheads.” 

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Sara watched him carefully, trying to find in his expression or movement any sign of dishonesty. He was a duplicitous man, and he deserved the extra attention to ensure her heart’s protection. 

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, but that she couldn’t trust anyone. He was also a man who played things for outcomes-- outcomes that favored him over any other person, and who was she to assume that what they shared made her a part of his fold.

After a brief moment, Sara wet her lips. “Thank you,” she put a soft hand to his cheek. “I just... I care about you more than I’m used to...” The last relationship she’d really had-- well, she’d run away from it-- and Nyssa had been more than expressive about her feelings. Leonard made her feel like she was running blind through the woods-- bound to hit something soon. 

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“Why are those freshmen staring at you?”

Sara shrugged, leaning back into the auditorium chair next to him. She didn’t even cast a glance at the group of eyes which were practically burning into her flesh. Freshmen, god, the worst. She did, however, glance over at Leonard with a huff. 

“I didn’t do anything,” she defended lightly, but then a light smirk broke out on her lips as she propped her doc marten boots up on the seat in front of her. “Well, one might have asked for my number-- and I might have told him I would give it to him... if he let me lobotomize him so he’d have a legitimate reason for that stupid look on his face.” 

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“I’ve never been good at this. I don’t do relationships. But I… I want to try with you.”

Sara resisted the urge to back off from him, from what he was saying. It was a back-handed sort of confession of love, the sort she would have delivered, but it somehow left her more affected then otherwise. 

They weren’t the kind for grandiose gestures, but the words that creeped past his lips left her more torn than anything he could have carefully devised.  “You’re the pot calling the kettle black,” she chuckled, edging towards him. “I can tolerate you, can shine, but are you really ready?”