Lotus (Legends Of Tomorrow - Sara Lance)

27. Helping ourselves

October 1997

I look at Destiny in shock. "Are you all right?" I ask her, referring to how she hugged me because I killed her father.

She smiles shyly. "You must think I'm insane."

"I do."

The smile disappears. She looks down a little, like she's going to tell me something hard. "My father he-"

I know what comes next like no other. "He hurt you?"

She nods, still looking at the ground. I play a little with my hair. "Mine did too."

Her eyes widen. "Your father is abusing you?"

I quickly correct her. "My biological father did. He and my mom died when I was seven."

I haven't talked about it a lot. Let alone said it out loud. It's strange to actually do so.

"I'm sorry. About your mother, not your father."

"She didn't so anything about him. She just watched."

"Then I'm not sorry about either."

I take a deep breath. "Well, I am sorry. I know he wasn't a good one, but he was your father."

She nods, still looking down. I don't know what I'm doing, but my hands suddenly move from my hair to her hair and play with it.

She smiles at me and shifts on the bed so she's sitting on my lap. "Is this okay?" She asks.

"Perfect."

---

-Present-

"What the hell!?" I exclaim when I see the other version of myself. I launch myself towards her, trying to pin her to the ground.

She avoids me and pushes me against the bed. "Relax, I'm not gonna kill myself."

I study her carefully, looking for any flaws in her mask. She takes a deep breath in exactly the same way I always do so. "I'm you. From the future."

I scoff. "Me?"

She nods. I know there's only one way to find out if this is true. "Codeword."

"Ecirocil." She replies.

My eyes widen. It's really me. Me from the future. I made the codeword up in case I would ever meet a future or past version of myself. 'Ecirocil' is 'licorice' backwards. 'Licorice' seemed too obvious.

"Wha- wha- how?"

"Get up." She says, taking my hand and pulling me out of bed. She pulls me towards the bridge, not caring that I'm still in my pyjamas.

When we arrive, Sara's eyes immedietly land on us. Her mouth falls open a little, which looks adorable.

Behind us, another version of Sara appears. Along with another version of the kid, Nate, Chucky, Haircut and a Grim Reaper. I'm not sure whether he's ours or not.

Professor Egghead is walking in front of them with the spear. He turns to our Sara, so I'm assuming he's our egghead. "They almost made it off the ship with this." He says, gesturing to the divine object.

"All right. Who's wearing who's faces?" Our Sara asks.

"We are not the Legion. Believe it or not, we are actually future alterations of yourselves who've travelled back in time to prevent some form of calamity." Rip says.