Just Trust Me

Nyssa leaned in to kiss Sara once more, not wanting to waste a spare second with her Beloved. As their lips were about to connect, none other than Leonard Snart stormed in.

“Sara! What the heck?!?!” he raised his voice,

“I-uh-I-uh,” she stammered, pulling away from Nyssa,

“You what?” he yelled, “You want to tell me why you're kissing her? A woman! A stranger?”

“Leonard I-” Sara's voice wavered.

Nyssa put a hand on her shoulder, “Sara does not need to explain herself to you.”

Snart narrowed his eyes at the woman, “Actually she does, since she's my girlfriend!”

Nyssa stood up and started walking towards him, fury lining her features, “No woman should suffer at the hands of men! Whether it be emotionally or physically. Sara does not owe you an explanation for anything! She will tell you when she is ready!”

“Woah, woah, woah,” he took a step towards her and pointed, “You,” he paused, “You don't get an opinion! All you did was kiss her, you don't even know her.”

Sara's small voice came out from behind Nyssa, “Actually Leo,” she hesitated, “Nyssa and I, we were together before, well, before I died.”

Sara waited for a reaction, but he looked blankly at her, so she continued.

“I-I didn't remember her, until last night. I couldn't sleep, so I went to the kitchen. Nyssa came in and made me tea. We talked for a while, then I came back to bed.”

Silence.

“I was sleeping, I was dreaming, but they weren't dreams, they were memories. Memories of the League, of my rescue, of Nyssa and I.” Sara took a moment, “I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just left without an explanation. I should have told you. I shouldn't have kissed Nyssa while I was still with you,”

“Was?” Seriously? That was what he got out of all that?

“I'm sorry Leo, I can't be with you anymore. Nyssa is my true Beloved,” Sara chuckled, “That sounded waaay less cheesy in my head.”

Snart nodded, processing the information. He looked at Nyssa, who was still standing in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest.

“You,” he poked her, and she felt her pulse rise, “You have just opened up a big can of worms Lady!”

“Leonard don-” Sara tried to stop him.

“No Sara! You don't get to do that! You,” his voice broke slightly, “You don't get to do that.” and with that, he walked out.

Nyssa rolled her eyes at the childish nature of the man.

“You do know how to pick them Beloved,”

“Hey, be nice. He's just needs to find someone who is going to care for him as much as I do for you. His life hasn't been easy,” Sara tried to stand up for her ex.

“Your life hasn't been easy either My Love. You didn't turn out like that,” Nyssa objected,

“Men are different,” Sara paused, “And I had you,” she crawled to the end of the bed and held out her arms to Nyssa.

“Men are odd,” Nyssa chuckled, walking into Sara's open arms.

“Mmmm. Now are we going to argue about my choice in men? Or are you going to kiss me? Because I do believe that we've missed out on quite a lot of that,” Sara asked playfully.

Nyssa pushed Sara gently back onto the bed, “I believe so too.”

Sara pulled Nyssa's face down to meet hers. She still couldn't get over how Nyssa made her feel. The brunette made her blood rush through her veins every time they kissed, while simultaneously making time stand still. She made her feel like she was flying, yet she had never felt more grounded in her whole life. Nyssa's lips against hers made her heart skip a beat, the way brown eyes looked at her own blue orbs, with such reverence, made Sara shiver.

Nyssa kissed Sara softly, slowly, reveling in the moment. She had her Beloved back, and she would do anything in her power to keep the Canary by her side. Nyssa's brown eyes locked with Sara's.

“I love you so much,” Sara told her,

“As do I Beloved,” Nyssa whispered against her lips.

A knock came at the door and Sara groaned, “Seriously?”

“Miss Lance? Miss Al Ghul? Please can we talk to you for a minute?” Rip's voice sounded through the room.

“Give us a minute,” Sara said, then turned to Nyssa, “Sorry about that. Now where were we?” she leaned in to kiss Nyssa,

“As much as I'd like to continue, avoiding an issue does not solve it,” Nyssa sat up.

“Mmmmm Whyyyee?” Sara whined,

“I don't know Love,” Nyssa chuckled, and gently threw a pillow at Sara, “Up, let's get ready.”

Nyssa took off her pyjamas and got dressed into regular clothes, Sara was still sitting on the bed, enjoying the view of her girlfriend in her bra and underwear.

“Are you going to get dressed? Or are you going to stare at me the whole day?” Nyssa teased as she pulled a shirt over her head,

“Nooo,” Sara looked like a child who'd just got their candy taken away, “Less clothes are better.”

Nyssa smiled to herself, she loved having Sara back, inappropriate comments and all, “My Love,” Nyssa said, pulling up a pair of jeans, “I'd rather be clothed when the rest of the team sees me.” She paused, “Unless you want to share?”

“Goodness no!” Sara squeaked.

“Well then,” Nyssa threw her a shirt and a pair of jeans, “I don't want to share you with anyone else either, so get dressed.”

Sara smiled at Nyssa as she got dressed, she didn't know what she did to deserve her coming back. She was no saint, and she thanked whatever lucky stars she had left that Nyssa was back. Sure, Nyssa returning didn't come without complications, but they were assassins, that was expected right?

“Your jeans are too long,” Sara complained, but her words held no weight,

Nyssa laughed, “It's not my fault you're short Beloved,”

“Did you by some small miracle bring a pair of shorts? Or baggy pants?” Sara looked at her hopefully.

Nyssa walked over to her bag, which she refused to unpack, just in case the boat went down. The moment Nyssa knew that Sara was on the boat, she stocked water, some non-perishable food, and a few weapons. Just to be safe. She assured herself. The brunette found a pair of baggy pants easily and threw them at Sara, who threw her jeans back.

“That's more comfortable,” Sara said to no one in particular.

Nyssa walked up to Sara, who was now fully dressed and gave her a kiss on her forehead,

“Shall we go?” she extended a hand to the blonde,

“Uggh, if we have to,” Sara replied, but took Nyssa's hand nonetheless.

The pair separated their hands when they got close to the room the rest of the team was in. Not wanting to kick an already angry hornet's nest.

The tension in the room was evident. Snart sat with his arms folded across his chest, scowling. Rip looked exasperated with him, like he had been trying to explain something to an unruly schoolboy. The rest of the team didn't seem too fazed, but the tension radiating off of the others made them tense too.

Leonard stood up the second he saw Nyssa enter, already defensive. Rip put a hand on his shoulder, letting him know he should calm down.

Sara walked up to the team and gave them each a good morning hug, save for Snart of course. Nyssa stood awkwardly in the doorway, yet she didn't feel out of place. She owned whatever space she was in, Sara loved that about her. Nyssa was like a chameleon, she could adapt to her surroundings almost instantaneously.

“Alright,” Rip spoke first, “I think that we all need to sort out a few issues.”

“I-” Jax began,

Rip held up his hand, “And if you don't have any issues, then you will wait here until the one's that do are resolved,” the man looked at the team, “Or partly at least.”

“Who would like to share with the class first?” Rip asked. If they were going to act like children, he was going to treat them like children.

There was complete silence, so Rip took matters into his own hands.

“Okay then,” he paused, “Leonard, tell us what your problem is with Nyssa.”

The man gave him an icy glare, “You're really asking that question?” he drawled out, “Okay, I'll tell you what my problem is with Nyssa,” he spat out her name and stood up.

Sara tensed from where she was standing, she didn't want this to get ugly. Kendra put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, even though she didn't know what on Earth was happening.

“My problem with this newbie here,” he gestured to Nyssa, “Is that she comes in, out of nowhere. She brings my girlfriend, or ex girlfriend onto the boat, and acts like everything is normal.”

Nyssa interrupted him before he could continue, “I acted like everything was normal, because Sara didn't remember me, and I didn't want to cause problems, though it seems it is already too late for that.”

Snart waved her comment of, “Anyway, as I was saying. She comes onto the boat, befriends my girlfriend. Then Sara, somehow, out of nowhere wakes up in the middle of the night, and remembers everything. She then rushes off to find Nyssa, kisses her, and spends the rest of the night with her. I don't know about everyone else, but having your girlfriend stolen isn't exactly pleasant.”

Nyssa took a deep breath, “I did not steal Sara from you, she came to me on her own free will. As for befriending her, and helping her on the boat. You weren't doing a very good job of it, so I stepped in, to make it less stressful for her. As her BOYfriend, you should have been happy that someone was helping her,” she paused,

“You know nothing of mine and Sara's history. The pain we have endured together, the persecution. You do not get an opinion on our relationship,” Nyssa told him.

She looked at Sara, “If she wants to stay with you, I will not object, Sara must do what is best for her,” the look of pain in the woman's eyes made Sara's stomach drop.

“As much as I love her, I will not force her into a relationship that she does not want to be in. Heaven knows I don't deserve Sara, she is an angel among all my demons,” Nyssa took a moment to think of what she would say next.

“Even though it would kill me every day to see her with someone that isn't me. I will respect her wishes. Sara should do what will benefit to her well-being,” Nyssa gave her Beloved a sad smile.

Sara thought for a moment. There really was no question whether she'd choose Nyssa or not, she'd already made her choice. But even though Nyssa seemed like she had it all together, like she was fine. Sara knew the truth. She knew that inside, Nyssa was in turmoil, she was hurting more than words could explain. The big bad assassin, who was always okay, was filled with anxiety wherever Sara was concerned. She worried day and night for Sara's safety, terrified of losing her. Even when Nyssa wasn't with her, she cared a great deal about her.

Sara was so deep in thought that she didn't realize Rip was talking to her.

“Sara?” he said again, “Sara, who do you choose?”

“I feel like I'm on a game show,” she chuckled, “Alrighty folks! Hang on to your seats because things are about to get interesting!”

Nyssa smiled, Sara was so special.

“I-I know who I'm going to choose, and I think they do too,” Sara looked between Nyssa and Leonard.

Nyssa hung her head, while Snart sat with a smug grin on his face.

The brunette started to walk out, she couldn't hear her Beloved say that she would be with someone else. She would be civil about it, but that didn't mean she had to like it.

“Where are you going?” Snart said slowly,

Nyssa turned to face the room, as she stood up tall, ready to face the rejection, not gracing the man with an answer,

Sara still couldn't comprehend how unsure Nyssa was about herself. She was always so right, always said the right things, did the right things. Never making unnecessary waves, knowing how much they terrified Sara.

“Yes, I've made my choice,” Sara smiled at Nyssa, “And you know too.”

Nyssa's heart somersaulted, she wasn't expecting Sara to choose her. But she was still unsure, so she gave Sara a questioning look.

“I thought I was supposed to be the blonde one?” Sara joked, making Nyssa choke out a laugh.

The brunette fought to keep herself composed, nodding.

“Now that we've settled that,” the Englishman interrupted the moment, “I think that everyone, including Mr. Snart, is going to be civil about Nyssa's and Sara's relationship. Is that understood?”

He looked around the room, and everyone nodded, even Leonard, begrudgingly so.

“Good, now I think that's quite enough drama for one boat ride. Can we please have the rest of the trip in peace?” Rip asked,

“Fine,” Snart stood up, and walked out, being sure to knock Nyssa with his shoulder as he did so.

It took every ounce of Nyssa's control not to knock him down right there. But for Sara's sake, she wouldn't.

Kendra walked up to Nyssa, “Sara's lucky to have you. I'm glad you're on the team,”

“I'm happy to be here,” it wasn't a total lie, “And most of the company is decent.”

The woman chuckled, “You get used to him.”

Nyssa liked Kendra, she was nice.

When the room was cleared, Sara walked up to Nyssa and took the brunette's hands in hers.

“I chose you Nyssa. Please don't worry, I love you with all my heart, and I won't leave you,” Sara looked up into brown eyes, filled with uncertainty.

“You make me laugh Nys,”

“Why?” Nyssa looked a little offended,

“You're such a softie,” she grinned.

“Only for you Beloved,”

“And you always know what to say,” Sara stood on her tiptoes to drop a gentle kiss on Nyssa's lips.

Nyssa wrapped Sara in a hug,

“I love you so much,” she whispered into Sara's hair,

“My hair thanks you,” Sara laughed.

“I meant you Beloved,” Nyssa chuckled,

“I know,” she paused, “I love you too.”

Sara felt so safe, standing there in Nyssa's arms. The arms that had lifted her from the waters that had caused her so much pain. The arms that healed her wounds after a mission had gone wrong. The arms that kept her safe from her nightmares all those years.

Sara sighed contentedly as Nyssa hugged her a little tighter.

The pair stood in each other's embrace for a few minutes, before Sara spoke up.

“I'm hungry. How about we go get some food?” she suggested,

“That sounds like a good plan,” Nyssa let go of Sara, but then picked up her hand and enveloped it in her own.

Nyssa and Sara ate breakfast in silence for the most part, just enjoying each other's company. When they had finished, Sara's face fell.

“What is it My Love?” the brunette was concerned,

“I just realized that all of my clothes are in Leonard's room,” she paused, “Will you get them for me?” she asked in a small voice,

Nyssa chuckled, “Anything for you.”

Nyssa stood up and took the bowls to the sink, “I'll be back at our room in no time,” she told Sara.

The brunette stood outside Snart's door and knocked politely,

“It's open,” he called from inside, but when he saw who came in he added, “Not to you though.”

“Calm yourself,” Nyssa told him, “I merely came to fetch Sara's things.”

“Hurry up,” he said, not trying to hide his contempt for the woman.

Nyssa had Sara's clothes and other belongings in under ten minutes.

“Thank you for your time Mr. Snart,”

“Yeah sure,” he practically spat at her.

Nyssa arrived in their room to find Sara lying on the bed, reading one of Nyssa's books,

“Babe, you've read this book already,” she paused, “Like five times!”

“Four,” Nyssa corrected, “It is a good book Beloved. One that is worth reading again.”

“Nerd,” Sara stuck her tongue out at Nyssa, placing the book on the bedside table,

“Oh really? Well, this nerd just brought you your clothes,” Nyssa held out the bag and placed it on the floor next to hers.

“Not just clothes!” Sara scurried off the bed and started digging in her bag, “Contraband!” she held up a box of chocolates.

Nyssa burst out laughing, “Your childish antics never fail to amuse me,” she lay down on the bed and patted the empty space next to her.

Sara crawled up next to her and opened the box, peeling one of the chocolates out of it's wrapper and putting it in her mouth. She slowly unwrapped another one, and popped it in Nyssa's mouth.

“Mmm, thank you,” Nyssa said, around the chocolate, “I'm honoured that you're sharing with me.”

“Dam* right you are!” Sara chuckled,

“Mind your language Beloved,” Nyssa chided her.

“Aaw Babe, you know you love me, foul-mouthed and all,” Sara smiled as she turned to face Nyssa.

The brunette felt heat rise to her cheeks, Sara was the only person that could make her blush.

“And I'll never stop loving you,” Nyssa pecked Sara's lips,

“You're such a sap,” Sara kissed her again,

“But I'm your sap,” Nyssa pulled Sara closer to her.

Their lips connected once more. Sara had moved so she was almost lying on top of Nyssa. She held Nyssa's face with her hands, kissing her gently. Nyssa tasted lovely, like chocolate. The brunette wrapped her arms around Sara's waist, holding her close.

Nyssa felt like she was on cloud nine, Sara never failed to make her heart beat at a million miles an hour. She smiled against soft, chocolatey lips. Sara smiled too, but never took her lips off the other woman's. The blonde tangled her fingers in Nyssa's gorgeous black tresses.

As the day wore on, Sara found herself resting her head on Nyssa's shoulder, an arm draped around her torso. The blue-eyed woman stroked Nyssa's stomach,

“I missed these abs,” she leaned forward and kissed them,

Nyssa got goosebumps and chuckled, “Not as much as they missed you.”

Sara kept tickling Nyssa's stomach and Nyssa closed her eyes in pleasure. Sara's presence calmed her, and she never wanted her time with the blonde to end. So she closed her eyes, and let herself drift off to sleep. Knowing that her Beloved would be there when she woke up.