Hey Sara...

Guess who?

( she doesn't recognize the number of the device that's calling her, but she picks up anyway. she most certainly recognizes the voice; it could make her blood turn cold.

sara's first reaction is anger; he'd left her here in eudio without so much as a single goodbye, though she figures it's pretty much her fault considering what she'd told him about what he did to mick.

next comes relief. she respects him, in some completely contorted way, as a teammate. better company than the likes of professor martin "astonishing" stein and ray palmer — better at cards, too, even if she's pretty sure he cheats. he's back.

rather than show her entire hand all that once, she settles somewhere in the middle: indifference, maybe mock, or maybe very real. )

Well, well, well. I didn't think they let crooks into this place.

Sorry not sorry

you have got to see this--

      

[A small box arrives at her apartment - left on her coffee table because Len can totally break in and it's not like he's going to just leave it on her doorstep or entrust this to a mailman. What is he, an amateur?

It's a small, slender, wrapped package, with a card on it - he doesn't want her to think it's a bomb or something. The card is Christmas themed, with a red-nosed reindeer pulling Santa's sleigh through a snow-filled sky. It's the kind you write your own message inside, and he's written in a neat script: For: Sara, From: Leonard. Saw it and thought of you.

The wrapping is neatly done, also Christmas themed in blue with silver snowflakes, wrapped by an imperfect, but careful and precise hand and tied with a black ribbon.

Inside is a hand-crafted hunting knife with an inlaid handle of snowflake obsidian. It's well-sized to her feminine hand, but also extremely functional and wickedly sharp.]

( sara may have missed it entirely if it weren't for the metallic silver snowflakes that catch the light as she enters her apartment after a long night at pandemonium. immediately, she's got a pretty good idea of who left it there — it's a thought that gives her pause; not because leonard had broken into her apartment, but because he'd left her a present.

needless to say, sara doesn't remain in her apartment for very long.

sure, it's almost two in the morning, but here she is anyway, knocking loudly on the door of len and mick's apartment. she's just waiting there with her hands hanging lamely at her sides, but with a brand new, way too fancy, obsidian-handled knife in its sheath strapped to her thigh.

hopefully the correct rogue answers the door, because sara is most definitely — literally flinging herself at him. it doesn't really matter if he catches her or not, because she's just gonna wrap her legs around his waist, arms hugging his neck, murmuring against his ear, ) You romantic asshole.

[Sure, he's heard the whispers, here and there, about the "real" reason people are visiting the ruins, but he's 99.98% enthralled by just the idea that they exist and that there's some kind of mystical energy to be found. He just wants to explore.

Sara was the first possible only person to come to mind that might appreciate that.]

Miss Lance, I've been meaning to explore the ruins of the area and maybe get a little closer to figuring out the energy of this particular world.

If you'd care to join me, I'd welcome your company.

[Nailed it.]

[Christmas morning, a package is left in Sara's living room, as if delivered by Santa Claus. It's wrapped in silver paper with snowflakes on it. Inside the box is a gift certificate for a shop known for really killer shoes, and a note 'take me with you when you go ;)']

Weird how?
Haven't noticed anything out of the ordinary when it comes to me and him.

( well. except for the whole someone else telling leonard that they love him and leonard kind of flipping out about it thing. they've got their own stuff to worry about, sara thinks. )