Legends of Tomorrow: Tales of the Waverider S2

3. A Goodbye

"What are you doing?" Mick's grumble started Sara. She quickly wiped something from her cheek.

"Nothing."

"Why are you in Snart's room?"

"Nothing, okay? Get out. Orders from your captain."

"...Want a drink?"

Sara looked at him, her eyes a sparkling shade of cobalt. "Love to."

Mick passed her a beer, which she drank gratefully. They looked around the desk and shelves together, which had been mostly untouched except by dust.

"He kept this? That sentimental bastard." Sara mumbled against the rim of her beer. Her fingers traced the packet of cards, the mistletoe pot with the ashes of the plant, and an empty whiskey bottle thrown around in the mess.

"You miss him?" Mick asked. "Could've fooled everyone."

"It feels like I'm meeting more people to...to get over him." Sara whispered quietly.

"Rebounds. Plentiful in Aruba."

"Shut up Mick. For the last time, we're not going to Aruba."

"Look, I don't know how to help you other than Aruba."

"You don't have to."

"I loved him too."

"I know."

"You just have to keep on moving."

"I know."

"Well, I've been emotional enough. Stop being sappy and be our captain."

Sara smiled a little. "Did you just call me captain?"

"Shut up." Mick said as he walked out of the room.

Sara drained the last of her beer as she clasped the pack of cards to her chest. Mick was right. Snart was gone, and the version she had loved was never going to come back to her. At least she had gotten her kiss goodbye. It still plagued her at times, and she had met so many other people to try and wash off the taste of regret and mourning. At the end, everything still all came rushing back.

But at the end, Sara knew she had to say goodbye. Her version was never coming back.

Sara gathered the cards, the mistletoe remains, and the whiskey bottle. She started to pick up other things that reminded her of her version of him; the Christmas sweater she had chucked into his room after their Christmas get together, a pair of socks she had stolen because his was always so wooly and warm, a shirt she said she'd liked so he had worn until it was torn in a fight.

Her arms were full and heavy with all of the memorabilia. Quickly, before she changed her mind, Sara rushed to the Waverider's trash dump and threw everything in. The lid was closed before any of the fluttering cards could stop her.

"Gideon, burn."

"Are you sure, Captain?" The cool interface voice asked.
"...Yes." Sara said as she crouched next to the bin. A warm heat blasted her, and she knew everything was burning inside.

"I loved you." Sara said quietly. She didn't notice how wet her face was getting.

I loved you, Captain Canary.

I hope I'll see you soon.