Just Trust Me

Nyssa stood in the cabin of the yacht, while Rip explained the details of the upcoming mission to her. All they had to do was spend a few days on a boat to get to their destination, which Nyssa did not understand, because he was supposed to have a timeship, or something to that effect.

This would be her first mission with the team. He didn't tell her much about the band of misfits he had referred to as Legends, just the fact that they needed her. She had been told of their names, Leonard Snart, Carter Hall, Mick Rory, Martin Stein, a kid called Jax, Kendra Saunders, and Ray Palmer. He had mentioned another member, but refused to tell her their name. Of course, she had been skeptical, but she needed something to do.

While standing there, Nyssa heard shouting from the harbour. She thought the voice sounded familiar, unsettlingly so.

Rip sighed as he stood up from his chair, “I'm sorry, please excuse me while I go check that out.”

Nyssa followed him onto the deck, wanting to know what all the commotion was about. Her heart dropped to her toes when she saw who the noise was coming from.

“I can't! You can't make me!” a shivering Sara sat on the harbour, shaking, rocking back and forth,

“Sara, don't be ridiculous, it's just a boat, it won't hurt you. I'll take care of you Darling,” the man, Leonard Snart, told her.

Nyssa's blood boiled as she glared at Rip. Evidently, this man, wearing an awful fur coat knew nothing of Sara's past with boats.

Sara shut her eyes tight, trying to block out the fear, the anxiety, the cold. She remembered the water, filling her lungs, suffocating her, crying out for help, but no one hearing her. The waves crashing down on her, forcing the air out of her lungs, making her gasp for oxygen. She could feel the water closing in on her from all sides, making her feel claustrophobic, making her want to scream. She tried to swim to the surface, only to be dragged down by an onslaught of water. She heard someone in the background, but couldn't open her eyes to see who it was.

“How dare you try and force her to go on a boat! Do you not know of the trauma she has endured!” Nyssa yelled, whether it was at Rip, or Snart, she had no idea.

“And who are you?” Leonard asked,

“I,” she paused, “Am Nyssa al Ghul, daughter of Ra's al Ghul, Heir to the Demon, the newest member of your team.”

“Oh, good for you,” he rolled his eyes.

“Step away from her,” Nyssa threatened,

“I will not! She is my girlfriend, and she is coming on the boat with me,” he stated.

Nyssa's heart felt like it was being torn in two. Girlfriend?

“And what are you to her? You don't even know her,” the way this man drawled out his words made her want to stab him. The fact that he was with her Beloved probably didn't help.

“I am a friend,” Nyssa told him, her voice much softer, and more broken than before.

Leonard leant down next to Sara, “Come on Darling,” he whispered, “When we're on the boat we can keep ourselves occupied with more scintillating activities. I hear we have a wonderful room, with a very large bed.”

Sara shook her head, and Nyssa had to physically fight back a gag. She couldn't bear to hear someone speaking to Sara like that.

“C'mon, it won't be so bad, we'll be so busy with other things, you won't even notice we're on a boat. It'll be the same as always,” he leaned in to kiss her.

When his lips touched hers she tensed up, obviously not happy. She still kissed him, though for what reason, Nyssa didn't know.

“Enough!” Nyssa's voice rang over the harbour, “Leave her alone!”

Sara looked at this woman with wide eyes, she seemed familiar, but she couldn't place why. There was just something about her.

“Wh-Who are you?” Sara asked,

Nyssa's heart sank, as she looked questioningly at Rip, who pulled her aside for a moment,

“She still doesn't remember everything. The effects of the Lazarus Pit haven't completely worn off,” he explained.

The brunette woman nodded sadly as she walked over and kneeled next to Sara,

“My name is Nyssa al Ghul, I am a friend, there is no need to be scared Sara,” Nyssa fought to keep her voice steady.

“How do you know my name?” Sara felt slightly more confident with this woman next to her,

Nyssa let out a pained chuckle, “We were close before you died.”

Sara nodded.

“Please can I have a moment alone with her?” Nyssa asked everyone.

“Like hel-” Leonard was cut off by Rip, who had been joined by the rest of the team,

“Mister Snart, we need to discuss the mission details,” he left no room for argument.

He huffily left, glaring at Nyssa as he disappeared onto the boat. Who did she think she was? Thinking he couldn't take care of his own girlfriend?

Nyssa sat down in front of Sara, who had retreated into herself and was trying to calm herself down again. A tear slipped out of the blonde's eye.

“Sara,” Nyssa began, wiping away the tear that had made it's way down to the side of her lip, “There is no need to fear going on that boat. I promise, as long as their is life in my breast, I will not let any harm come to you over the course of our journey. I know how traumatic this could be for you.” She cupped Sara's cheek with her hand, “But there is no need for it to be. You are safe with me. You can do this,” she assured her.

Sara had stopped shaking with the presence of Nyssa's hand on her face as she leaned gently against it.

“How can you be sure?” she managed,

“Just trust me,” Nyssa told her.

“How can I trust someone I've just met?” Sara asked, even though there was no need. She already felt like she'd trust this woman with her life.

“Like I said, I knew you before you died. You seem to have a habit of doing that Sara Lance,” Nyssa chuckled lightly.

Sara laughed, and it made Nyssa's heart soar, “I guess I do.”

Nyssa hesitated, “Are you ready? I will not pressure you to go on the boat if you do not want to.”

Sara looked at her with wide eyes, “You wouldn't?” the shock in her voice made Nyssa's blood run cold.

“Of course not,” I would never make you do anything you didn't want to Beloved. Nyssa stopped herself from saying.

“Okay,” Sara took a deep breath, “I'm ready.”

“Are you sure?” Nyssa asked,

Sara nodded as she stood up, but her legs were still a little shaky, so when she almost fell, Nyssa instinctively caught her. If they were together, Sara would have made some witty remark about how she was Nyssa's damsel in distress, and Nyssa would assure her that she was no weak princess. They would laugh about it, and probably steal a kiss too. But Nyssa couldn't think about that, Sara was with another, and didn't remember her. She may as well stop herself from thinking about it now, before she did something stupid.

Sara looked up at the brunette, whose arms were still around her, and chuckled lightly,

“Watch out, I'd hate for you to make a habit of saving me,”

Nyssa's eyes sparkled, there was the Sara she knew! It took every fibre of her being not to kiss her right there, so instead she laughed.

“I don't think it's a bad habit to get into. You're worth saving,” Nyssa smirked,

“Hey now, my boyfriend might get jealous,” Sara tried to keep up the banter,

Nyssa's face turned bitter as she took her arms off of Sara, remembering the circumstances. Sara's face fell, but she didn't want to ask, not yet anyway.

The brunette walked in front of Sara, walking slowly, making sure not to pressure her. The blonde looked at the woman in front of her. She looked so familiar! There was something about her that just made Sara feel safe, comfortable, like she was home.

Sara felt safe, following Nyssa onto the boat, not like she had earlier with Leonard. The pair walked into the cabin and it fell silent. Then the introductions started,

“Leonard Snart, otherwise known as Captain Cold,” the insufferable man Nyssa met earlier drawled.

“Mick Rory, his second,” a man wearing a rather terrifying trench coat said,

“Kendra,” she extended a friendly hand, which Nyssa took politely, “Kendra Saunders.”

“Carter Hall,”

“Martin Stein, it really is a pleasure to meet you,” the professor told her, she nodded to him.

“Jax,” he paused, “Just Jax, this guy's other half,” he pointed to Stein, “Like, we turn merge into one person that can shoot fire out of our bodies, it's pretty bada**!”

“Ray Palmer,” he introduced, “I've heard about you. Nyssa right? You're like some kick-A** assassin princess!” He sounded very excited, which Nyssa would discover, is his default setting.

Now it was Nyssa's turn, “My name is Nyssa al Ghul, daughter of Ra's al Ghul, Heir to the Demon.”

It did not go unnoticed by Sara that her introduction to Nyssa had been much less formal. It made her feel all warm and mushy inside. This seemingly terrifying ninja had a soft spot for her!

“Now that we all know who everyone is,” Rip began, “Let me show you to your bunk Nyssa,” he walked out of the cabin.

Nyssa was surprised at how spacious the boat was, it was quite delightful actually. Rip led her into large room with an en suite bathroom. As soon as they were both in she closed the door and pinned him against it.

“How dare you not tell me Sara was part of this team!” she growled, “How dare you force her to go on a boat! How dare you!” The rage in her voice was evident.

“Nyssa. Why don't we just calm down for a second a-”

The assassin didn't let him finish, “I cannot believe you put me on a team, with Sara. My Beloved, who doesn't remember me, and is with someone else, a man no less. An insufferable man,” she said the last words under her breath.

“Look Nyssa,” he tried to push her off, it was getting a little hard to breath, “If you let go of my neck, I'm sure that we can talk about this like civilized adults.”

She reluctantly let go and walked over to sit on one of the chairs in the room, “Start talking.”

“Alright then,” he shook his head as he took a seat across from her, “I recruited you onto this team because I believe we need you. I knew that Sara didn't remember you, and I knew of your past relationship with her, but I did not think it would be an issue. I understood that I overstepped and I should have told you. I apologize.” he sounded genuinely sorry.

“I am not going to let go of it that easily Mister Hunter. Just answer a question for me,” she waited for a reaction, and he nodded, indicating for her to continue. “Is she happy?” her voice was so small, so broken, that the Englishman felt sorry for her.

“No she isn't. I think she's still looking for herself. She feels lost, like something is missing,” he paused and leaned closer to Nyssa, “And I do believe that her relationship with Snart is a lapse in judgement. A filler, for something more important, for you.” He smiled at her.

Nyssa indulged him with a minute smile. “Thank you Rip, but I do not need you to sugarcoat it. Sara does not remember me. She belongs to another, I will keep my distance from her. I-”

Nyssa was interrupted by giggling from the next door room. She would never forget that sound, that was the sound of her Beloved. She cringed as she glared at Rip,

“I am going to need the room furthest from them if everyone is going to survive this trip,” she wasn't asking.

“Yes, of course,” he fumbled around for keys, “Here, take my room, it's the one at the end of the hall.”

“Thank you,” she stood up from her chair and went to her new room, as far away from Sara and Leonard as possible.

Sara pushed Leonard away as he tried to kiss her again, “Not now.” she told him.

“Aaw Babe why? Just because there's a new girl on the team, doesn't mean you have to be a prude,” he whispered in her ear.

“I said no Leo!” she shoved him off again, “Go bother Mick.”

“Fine, I will,” he said huffily, climbing over her.

Sara shivered as he did so, but not in a pleasant way. He dropped a kiss on her forehead before leaving, but Sara scooted away, not in the mood.

Nyssa was grateful that there was a training room on the yacht, she could at least release some of her frustrations of the day. Instead of hitting something, Nyssa strung up her silks. She pulled herself gracefully to the top of the ceiling and slowly danced her way down, the red material hugging her body.

Sara stood in awe as she watched the newest member of their team rise and fall in the waves of material. It didn't look frightening, like ocean waves. It looked beautiful, graceful, and Sara found herself wishing she was trapped in them with the beautiful assassin. Sara shook her head, she was a girl, and Nyssa was a girl, and she had a BOYfriend.

“Looks like fun,” Sara's voice came out squeakier than intended,

She heard a chuckle from inside the waves of silk, “It is rather.”

“Can you show me how?” she asked,

Nyssa smirked to herself, the last time Sara had asked that, they ended up kissing in her private dojo, tangled in a mess of silks. “Perhaps another time,” the brunette fell in one graceful movement.

“How about a sparring session then? I haven't had anyone decent to spar with for a while,” Sara suggested.

“Yes. Though I do warn you,” Nyssa smirked, “Prepare to be beaten.”

“Cocky much?” Sara raised an eyebrow.

A few minutes later, Sara had stretched, all the while Nyssa struggling not to stare.

“You ready?” Sara asked,

Nyssa nodded, raising her fists.

“You need to loosen up a little. You're so tense!” the blonde smirked at the woman standing across from her.

Nyssa smiled, same old Sara...well, almost the same, “Believe me Miss Lance, if you'd had the day I did, you would be tense too.”

“Wanna talk about it?” Sara asked, throwing a kick Nyssa's way, which the brunette dodged easily.

“No, thank you,” she declined the offer and punched Sara in the gut.

The blonde fell to the mat with a groan, and Nyssa immediately went to help her out,

“Sara! I am so- Ooomph!” Nyssa hit the mat with a thud as Sara flipped her over and pinned her to the ground.

“Aren't you supposed to be an assassin? You should be mindful of your surroundings,” Sara smirked, sitting on top of Nyssa, her face inches from the other's.

Nyssa resisted the urge to kiss her right there, Sara used her signature phrase, “I am,” she paused, flipping Sara over so she was the one pinned down. “You should be aware of yours too little Canary.”

Sara chuckled, “Next round?”

Nyssa smiled, “Yes.”

The pair spent hours going back and forth at each other, sometimes landing blows, but more often than not blocking them. Eventually, when it started to get dark, they decided to call it quits.

“Well done Sara, you haven't forgotten a thing,” Nyssa mentally kicked herself for her words,

Sara knit her eyebrows in confusion, “How would you know?”

Nyssa had to think up a lie quickly, “I saw you being trained a long time ago, just in a passing moment. You did well.” She retreated before Sara could ask her any more questions.

Nyssa stood in the shower and let the warm water run over her body, easing the stiffness from her muscles gently. She closed her eyes as she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair and thought of the events of the day.

Sara was alive, and almost normal, but she didn't remember her. Sara was with someone else, a man, someone who wasn't Nyssa. She was angry yes, but not at Sara. She had sparred with Sara, and let a careless comment slip. Nyssa wasn't sure she'd be able to complete the mission. Being in such close quarters with Sara could prove to be more difficult than she had thought.

Nyssa went to bed that night with a busy mind, unable to properly fall asleep. When she had lain awake for an hours, she decided to go to the kitchen and get some food, and perhaps some tea.

She was shocked to find Sara sitting at the bar, nursing a drink of some sort. It was three in the morning, yet Nyssa had a feeling she knew why Sara was up.

“Is everything alright Be-Sara?” she almost let the word slip through her mouth,

“Can't sleep,” the blonde told her, hiding her face.

Nyssa narrowed her eyes, not buying it, but she kept quiet.

“Would you like some tea?” she offered,

“Yes please,” Sara's voice was small.

Nyssa poured hot water into two cups, as she added cream and two sugars to Sara's, exactly how she liked it.

The brunette sat opposite from Sara, taking a closer look at her. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face puffy, no doubt from crying.

“What upset you?” Nyssa's tone was thick with concern,

Sara shook her head, “Nothing.”

Nyssa moved to the other side of the bar so she was sitting next to Sara. She pulled Sara's chair closer to hers and swiveled it so she was facing the other woman.

“Sara, I told you earlier, you can trust me. I solemnly swear that I will not judge you, nor let any harm come to you,” Nyssa lifted Sara's chin so she was looking at her.

Fresh tears began to fall from Sara's eyes and Nyssa gently wiped them away.

“I-uh, I can't go to sleep. Every time I do, I relive my past, painful memories. You see,” she began to explain, “I-I was on a boat with my sister's boyfriend. Gosh! I'm a mess aren't I?” Sara rolled her eyes,

“You are not a mess Sara Lance. Far from it,” Nyssa assured her, before letting her continue,

Sara looked at her, but carried on, “Anyway, the boat, it-uh, it went down, and-and, it-uh,” she struggled to continue.

Nyssa stopped her from speaking by laying a hand on you knee, she knew the story, and wouldn't put Sara through the pain of telling it again.

“I know,” Nyssa told her,

This woman confused Sara, she had never met her, yet she knew everything about her. She even made Sara's tea just how she liked it.

Sara nodded her thanks at the woman's understanding, “I haven't had a cup of tea this good since- since, I can't even remember!” Sara chuckled, trying to lighten the mood a little.

Nyssa smiled at her, “Perhaps it will help you sleep better.”

Sara returned the smile, “I'm sure it will.” She swallowed another sip of her tea before starting to talk again, “So where are you from? You have a beautiful accent.”

“Tibet,” Nyssa told her, “But I had a British private tutor.”

Sara nodded, listening to every word Nyssa told her. This stranger with brown hair, freckles, and a gorgeous accent, captivated her beyond words.

The blonde yawned, “Mmmmm,” she stretched her arms wide, “Did you put something in the tea?”

Nyssa chuckled, “Two sugars and cream.”

Sara rolled her eyes, “Smartas*.”

“I think you should go to bed now,” Nyssa told her.

“I think so,” she stood up, but before she did, she hugged Nyssa.

Way too soon for Nyssa's liking, Sara pulled away.

“Call me if you need anything.” she told the blonde as she went to her room.

The next day went without a hitch, Nyssa got to know the team, and by some miracle, didn't murder anyone. But the night was another story.

Sara lay in her and Snart's shared bed. Tossing and turning, trying to shut the images out. She could feel her chest closing up, the water rushing into her lungs, making her gasp frantically for air. But this dream was different, this time, someone pulled her out of the water. She felt soft hands cupping her face, and a voice telling her she was safe. All of a sudden, her memories came back. Nanda Parbat, the League, Nyssa.

“Nyssa!” Sara shot up and ran down the passage, Leonard barely stirred.

Sara burst into Nyssa's room, and before the assassin had time to process what was happening, or who was on top of her, she felt soft lips pressed to hers.

Sara kissed Nyssa with all her strength, pulling the brunette closer to her. Nyssa tasted of vanilla, her lips so soft and welcome on Sara's. The blonde tangled her fingers in Nyssa's hair, still kissing her. Never wanting to stop.

Nyssa's head spun. Was she dreaming? If she was, she never wanted to wake up. She felt Sara's lips on hers, lips she had never thought she's taste ever again, so soft, so inviting. Her stomach was in knots, reveling in the feeling of Sara's lips pressed to her own. Fingers curled in her hair, pulling her closer with every passing second.

Sara pulled back, much to Nyssa's distaste, “I remember,” she whispered, as she let the tears fall, “I remember Habibti.”

Nyssa's whole body flooded with relief, so it wasn't a dream. She rested her forehead on Sara's,

“I have missed you Beloved.”

Sara smiled, pulling Nyssa in for another kiss, “So have I.”

Nyssa peppered soft kisses all over Sara's face, remembering the place of every freckle, every adorable dimple. The way she kissed her made Sara's heart tumble. Nyssa kissed her like she was something precious, something valuable.

“My precious Canary,” Nyssa whispered against her skin,

“Mmmm,” Sara smiled contentedly.

Nyssa found Sara's lips once more, this time it was softer, less desperate, but it still send shivers through her whole body. When they parted, Sara turned her back to Nyssa and the brunette draped her arm over the other's torso. Sara scooted closer, not wanting there to be any space at all between them. Nyssa smiled into her hair, holding her Canary tighter.

When Sara woke up to Nyssa the next morning, she knew, that she was home. Nyssa was her home. The previous night she had slept better than she had in months, and it was all because of the presence of a brunette assassin. She turned over and pressed a gently kiss against Nyssa's lips, and the woman smiled.

“I missed being woken up like that.”

“Well, you'd better get used to it again.”