Crisis On Earth-1

It's Called The Waverider Pt. 2

[More fluff! More badass lesbians! More Legends! I hope you guys are enjoying this mini-crossover, I really enjoyed writing it! Don't have much to say this time, so I'll let you all get to it. Enjoy being on the Waverider!]

Waking up in the Med Bay was never pleasant, but for Sara it was unfortunately common. Being the Captain of the Legends meant putting herself in situations where she might die, in order to save her team. Many times she'd found herself out of commission and confined by Gideon in order to properly heal. This was no exception, Sara could barely remember anything from earlier, all her memories were bleeding into one another, and the splitting head ache wasn't helping.
She groaned and tried to sit up, but found two firm, but fair hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her back down into the chair. She opened her eyes to find both Zari, and Wally standing over her, looking a good cocktail of concerned and relieved. She obeyed Zari's physical commands, but suddenly she gasped as a memory came back to her, and it caused her to whine as the muscle spasm ripped throughout her body, and reached the wound in her back which Gideon had been operating on in her sleep, judging by how little it hurt compared to before.

"Alex! Where's... Wally, did you-" Sara's confusion was bordering on panic. She felt Zari's grip on her tighten a little, and if not for the lack of energy her body was dealing with, Sara would have flipped Zari over her shoulder out of nothing but pure instinct. She tried to struggle but found it completely useless, and huffed as she laid back in her chair and closed her eyes, trying to focus on the memories which were slowly coming back to her.

"Alex is fine, Sara. I got you, her, and Holt out before Darhk could hurt anyone, anymore." Wally smiled, and Sara let out a breath she didn't realise she'd been holding. She weakly turned her head to see Alex laying in the chair adjacent to hers, hooked up to the Waverider as Gideon was working on repairing the damage Mallus had done to her.
"Gideon says you saved her life. Another few seconds and she'd of-" Zari jabbed him in the side, and Wally groaned in reply, rubbing his side where Zari had harshly struck him.
"Nothing permanent was done to her, she'll be good as new in a few hours. Ain't that right, Gideon?" Wally finished his sentence by looking up to the ceiling with a smile.

"That is correct, Mr. West." Gideon chimed in, and Sara felt instantly relieved, like a massive weight was lifting from her shoulders in an instant. She sighed and put her head back, closing her eyes with a smile. Despite how utterly foolish it was to rush Darhk with a gaping wound on her back, Sara was relieved she'd managed to save Alex from the Darhk's clutches. She wasn't about to lose anyone else to that retched and despicable family.

"However, Captain Lance, I cannot say the same for your injuries. Your gambit was foolish, although successful. In the process you managed to cause severe damage to your lower back. Nothing my systems cannot heal for you, but I advise resting for a few days in order to let the wound fully close up." She spoke sadly, and Sara chuckled. She waved at Gideon in affirmation and took a deep breath. She didn't much care for her own injuries, she'd sustained far worse at the hands of many a foe.

"Hey," Sara reached out to grab Wally's wrist with a lazy smile. "Thanks for saving me, and Alex. You're an important member of this team, I'm lucky to have you on board." She chuckled, and Wally smiled in return. He took her hand and gently ran his thumb over her knuckles. During their time together on the Waverider, Sara and Wally had become fast friends. They both had admirable respect for one another, and Sara enjoyed having a Speedster on board. Made doing chores a hell of a lot easier. And Wally cleaned up after himself, which meant that was one less member she'd have to scold every week to clean their room. She'd long since given up on telling Mick to clean up his room, it was an absolute mess, but Mick rarely left his room anyways. No one really ever saw it, so Sara let it slide the majority of the time.