Who: Sara Lance and Michael Guerin What: Sara goes to visit Michael after coming back to life When: August 16th, after the Darkseid plot Where: Outside of Michael's trailer Rating/Warning: Low/none, a fade-to-black Status: Complete
Sara still wasn't entirely sure how she had come back to life. She was sure that she had, well, died. She could still feel the monster - the paradoom's - blade slicing into her stomach and emerging out her back, could still see Michael swimming in front of her eyes before everything went black.
But when she woke up with Laurel at her side, there wasn't so much as a scar. And Laurel's reaction had been enough to tell her it wasn't just a bad dream.
She'd spent the evening with her sister, with her family, and had been reluctant to leave them that morning. She debated texting Michael, or even phoning him, but if she had seen Michael die in front of her eyes, she would have thought it was someone's idea of a sick joke. And so that morning, she woke up, rode her motorcycle to Michael's trailer, and took a seat on the hood of his truck, waiting for him to wake up and go outside.
The world seemed to have returned to normal. Not for Michael though. His world would never be the same. Things between Sara and him had always been light and fun. Just sex with no strings. But he still enjoyed the woman’s company. He did care about her as a friend at the very least. And now she was just gone. Not just for a few months. Forever.
Michael didn’t feel like going into the shop. He just wanted to stay in his airstream and drink. But he knew he needed to at least check on it after everything that had happened. With a sigh he got up, throwing on a t-shirt and jeans, he made his way out of the trailer.
That was when he froze. Sara? What the hell?! This couldn’t be happening. His eyes widened, face paling in shock. Was he seeing a damn ghost? He just stood there frozen. Unable to speak or move.
Sara gave Michael a tentative half-smile, surprised at the rush of relief she felt when she laid eyes on Michael. She knew that if she came back to life, probably everyone else who had died would have too, but it still nice to see him whole and safe.
"Hey, cowboy," she said, hopping off the hood of the truck.
“Sara?” he finally said, the shock still showing on his face. “What? How?” He stayed in place, afraid to move in case Sara suddenly disappeared. He knew there was plenty of weird shit that went on in Orange County. The past few days being perfect examples of it. But he didn’t think people could come back from the dead. Hell even her being a ghost seemed to be stretching it.
“The one and only,” Sara said, shooting him a crooked grin, which faltered a little before she took a couple of quick steps toward him and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tight. “I don’t know how, and I’m not going to question it. I’m glad you’re still in one piece.”
Michael usually wasn’t much for hugging. But this occasion definitely called for it, hugging her tightly in return. She sure as hell felt real. A smile broke out across his face at the realization that it was really her. “Don’t you ever do that to me again,” he said, still holding on to her. Of course he knew that it wasn’t her fault, but still, it needed to be said.
“Trust me, I don’t intend to die again any time soon,” Sara said, not loosening her grip. Sometimes her return from the grave didn’t feel real, but keeping in contact with people helped tether her to the world, and so she held on to Michael like she’d float away if she didn’t.
“You weren’t hurt?” she asked, after a minute. “They didn’t get you too, did they?”
“No,” Michael replied. “I managed okay.” Even though he had been in a shit ton of shock after Sara died he was aware enough of those things to use his damn powers. If only he had used them to save Sara. It was a thought that had knawed at him since her death. It was his fault.
“I’m so sorry,” Michael said a lump forming in his throat.
“Nope,” Sara said, pulling back far enough that she could look him in the face, unwinding her arms from him so that she could lay her hands on his cheeks to hold his face in place. “You don’t do that,” she said sternly. “That was not your fault. I chose to run out there, and I chose to try to fight them. You don’t get to take the blame for that.”
Michael wasn’t going to argue with Sara. Not when he just got her back. But he knew it was his fault. If he had just stayed put like she told him to. Or had been quicker to use his powers, maybe Sara never would have died. “All that matters is that you’re back,” he finally said his hand snaking around her waist to pull her closer.
Sara twined her fingers with Michael’s hair and pulled him toward him so she could kiss him, hard.
Michael wasted no time returning the kiss. Just a few hours ago he thought he would never get the chance to kiss her again. “Mm,” Michael muttered when the kiss broke. “I missed that.” Then his lips were back on hers as he backed up, pulling her with him, leading them both into his airstream.