falke [sara lance] ✔

chapter 29

"This one was from when I thought it was smart to ride it down the biggest hill in our neighbourhood, spent 2 hours in the ER while my mom was crying thinking I was going to bleed out..."

Callie furrowed her eyebrows as she walked into the kitchen, noticing most of the team - minus Sara - spread out across the sofas as they all seemed deep in chat about a small mark Nate was pointing to on his ankle. The team all laughed as Ray began to tell a story about a mark on his bicep.

Noticing Callie had entered the room, Ray immediately stopped and announced her presence to the rest of the team.

"Callie! We were just talking about our stupid scars from stupid things we've done," Ray informed her, moving over so that the girl could slip into the space next to him on the sofa. She smiled gratefully at him as she sat down, clasping her hands as she looked around at the room to see how happy everyone seemed that she was sitting with them.

"Scars huh?" She mused, not sure whether or not her involvement in this conversation would make them all uncomfortable or not. "I've got a few of those."

Mick grunted in response to her comment, raising his beer in what she assumed was solidarity before he took a large gulp. Callie looked at him for a moment before deciding that it wouldn't do any harm to add her input into the conversation. She stood back up off the couch, almost feeling like she was playing musical chairs from the fact she had been sitting down for less than twenty seconds.

The team watched eagerly as she rolled up the hem of her shirt and moved the band of her pyjama shorts down slightly so they could see the scar that rested on her hip. She smiled as she ran her finger along the line, twisting so that everyone in the room got a good look at the small mark.

"I got this one from tripping on a rock and landing on my own arrow," she informed them, causing barks of laughter to erupt around the room. Callie laughed with them all, throwing her head back as she tried to explain it to them. "And this one, this was from chasing my dad after he had beaten my mom, me and my brother at monopoly."

She pointed to the small scar above her eyebrow that they'd never really noticed - a tiny little circle that only Sara had realised wasn't a freckle. The room all laughed, the sound dying off a little quicker than previously as they remembered just who Callie's dad was and what he had put everyone through. The girl chose to ignore it, not wanting to start a fight of who had the worst parents out of them all. She knew she would win that one.

"Ehm, then there's some of the ones I got from training with the League," Callie continued with her scar tour knowing that while some people would be ashamed of her scars, she certainly wasn't. Pointing to a few scars on the sides of her legs, the team couldn't help but notice how well they had healed on the girl. If it wasn't for her pointing out some of her older scars, they'd probably never really have noticed. "Mostly arrows. That thicker one was a katana and these ones were swords but yeah mostly arrows."

"Jeez Callie," Amaya sighed, looking at the girl with a deep sympathy in her eyes. She knew that the girl had been through hell but she didn't expect this.

Callie waved her off with a short laugh, knowing that there was nothing any of them would have ever been able to do to prevent any of these scars. Despite the damage it had done to her body, Callie knew that if she was taken back in time and given the opportunity to not join the League then she still would have taken the same path she was on today. Maybe minus the Earth-X hell part.

Tugging at the top of her shirt, Callie pointed to one of her more recent scars that rested just at her shoulder.
"This one was when we fought the dominators," Callie explained, making a side note to Zari that she would explain that story to the girl when she had the chance.