Time Child

Booms and Blasts

  The Waverider gets attacked in the middle of the night. 

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Sara and Kendra were talking about the deal Leonard had made with Greta to find out why she was truly there, in Sara's room when Greta walked out of her own room; the book Jax had given her under her arm and a tired look over her face. She had been having trouble sleeping almost since she had gotten to the Waverider, but she knew why, it was because of him, because he didn't know her, because that wasn't the version of him that she knew, and if felt like she was as knowing him all over again for the first time and from time to time she felt like screaming and hitting something.

She walked into the living room, the nicest place she had found on the Waverider, and sat down over the sofa she had been lying over the day before when Mick had walked in looking for his blaster weapon.

She propped her legs over the coffee table and placed the book over her lap but her eyes drifted towards the wall across the room and she stared at it silently as her brain worked; so far she had managed to stay aboard the Waverider and the crew had gone from barely acknowledging her to tolerating her to actually seem to like her. That was a good thing, at least if something went wrong she could have the backup of the team or parts of it.

Jax was still the person who talked to her the most, but Sara and Kendra were warming up to her with each sparring session, Ray seemed nice to everyone and Martin, though he seemed skeptical, he found amusing her stories and sometimes he seemed to daydream of the things she told him about the future. Rip was still trying his best to ignore her but she could tell she didn't bother him as much as she did before and finally the Rogues seemed to balance in the middle of disliking her and liking her a bit; at least Mick seemed warmer than Leonard on most occasions.

"Couldn't sleep?"

Greta's head snapped towards the door, and there he was, standing in sweatpants and a long sleeve dark shirt Captain Cold himself.

"No" she answered, she turned away and looked down at the book she had over her lap "Not really used to sleeping on the Waverider"

"You've been here for almost a month" pointed out Leonard as he walked into the living room, he had been making his way to the kitchen when he saw the lights of the living room on.

"Doesn't mean I should be able to sleep by now" she pointed out, she traced her finger over the cover of the book as Leonard walked towards the chair Mick had been sitting on the day before when he had spoken to Greta.

Leonard sat down and looked at her, her straight and blond hair reminded him of a small house fountain that Lisa had once turned into solid gold, the water had been petrified into a smooth surface like Greta's hair.

"Why are you awake?" she asked after a few seconds of silence as she looked up at him "Or where you looking for me?"

"I was hungry" lied Leonard as he rolled his eyes, the truth was that he had been unable to sleep without recurring nightmares of his childhood that he had every now and then and so he had forced himself up from his bed and down the halls of the Waverider and in the end heading to the kitchen had seemed the best idea.

"What did you eat?"

"Nothing" he shrugged, his voice so smooth and calm like it always seemed to be "I was walking towards the kitchen when I saw the lights here on and I came to see who was up as well"

"And here we are"

"And here we are" he said.

"We leave tomorrow" she said, cocking her head to the left and her hair waving with the movement.