The woman bearing Nyssa's face sat down next to Tommy. And everything seemed to stand still for Sara and all she saw was her. The way her lips curved into a sly smirk as she greeted Tommy, the way her eyes caught the dim lights of the bar; everything else faded into the background. Then she turned and directed a smile at her, and Sara's heart leaped out of her chest.

Nyssa. Every bit of her was the woman in front of her. And that smile took her to the first and last memory she had of Nyssa. When she had found her on Lian Yu and cared for her after, and the moment they shared in the cell when she was back to her own self after coming out of the pit. Every bit as precious as any other memory she had with her.

"Hi, can I get a beer?" Nyssa's spoken voice woke her up from her trance.

"On the house." She gave her a sweet smile and handed her a newly opened bottle.

"Thanks." She replied with another smile of her own.

Sara went to the other side of the bar to get the order of a waving customer, but she could still hear their conversation.

"Really? I couldn't even get her name. You just sat down and you get a free beer?" Tommy said with some playful annoyance.

"What can I say? Your charm doesn't work on everyone."

Sara thought of how things could have been between her and Nyssa if they had simpler lives and had met on simpler circumstances. Would their connection and love for each other be as intense and as strong as it had been? Would they even had met? Nonetheless, look at where she is now. She may not have Nyssa with her, but there's the woman who bears her face seated at the bar not far from her. And it had only been months since she first arrived on that earth.

"Can I get you anything else?" Sara approached them again, but her attention was solely on her.

"You want another?" She asked Tommy.

"Sure."

"Two more would do." She said smiling at Sara.

"And maybe your name." Tommy added as she got two more bottles for them.

"Who's asking?" Sara asked placing the two bottles in front of them and an eyebrow raised at Tommy in challenge.

"I am."

Sara turned her attention back to the woman with so much resemblance to her beloved and smiled. If things had been simpler, she and Nyssa could have met just like that.

"In that case," she stood directly in front of her, leaned in against the bar to get a bit closer to her, until she could look deep into her eyes and see that every speck of color in them was as much as her Nyssa's. "Sara."

"Hello, Sara. Rebecca." She extended a hand out to her without breaking their stares, which Sara gladly shook.

"Rebecca." It may not have been Nyssa, but Sara liked how that name suited the bearer.

"Name's Tommy." Tommy tried to interject to no avail.

Rebecca couldn't pin point it, but she feels an unexplainable connection between her and Sara. The way she looks at her. It's like Sara knows her, though she knows very well that that was the first time she had seen the blonde girl with such intensely beautiful blue eyes, because that's not a face someone could simply forget.

"Hey, Sara, can I get two beers and four shots of tequila." One of her coworkers called out to her, breaking the spell between them.

"Excuse me." Her hand lingered in Rebecca's for a moment, before reluctantly letting go.

"Okay. What was that?" Tommy asked Rebecca when he finally got her attention back at him.

"I honestly don't know. I'm as surprised as you are." She replied, her eyes trailing Sara's every move.

"I've never seen you like that with anyone."

She's never been like that with anyone, especially someone she'd just met. And it all certainly peaked her curiosity. She peaked her curiosity. She wants to know the woman who seems to know her by the way she looks at her; a look of gladness and longing.

"So, how was you meeting anyway?" Rebecca turned the topic to what they were supposed to be talking about then. "Is she going to do it?"

"Still unsure, but I'll get to her."

"We can't hook this without her, Tommy."

"I know. I know. I'll meet with her again tomorrow. Let her know the gravity of this."

"We can't let these guys get away. We're getting close and they know it."

"Yeah. I'll handle it."

It was a human trafficking ring that they had been working on for months. And they have finally gotten a concrete lead that could tie them to the higher ups, but they've been more careful lately, since LAPD had busted a couple of their base of operations. Nevertheless, it didn't seem to make a dent in their operations in any way. They just relocate somewhere else.

And those are the cases that hit at Rebecca personally, given her past. She had been through that at a young age, and if it hadn't been for Frank, the head of her current unit and her father figure, she may still be right in the middle of it all.

Sara looked at her and felt the dark cloud that had fallen around her. She wanted to go to her and hold her as she would if it were Nyssa. But it would be so weird if she were to do it just as they had only met.

Rebecca caught Sara looking at her, and she had a strange feeling that she knew that something had bothered her. How, she wondered. Sara sent her a warm smile and it was enough to set her worries at bay. Again, she wondered how; how could someone she just met know her and affect her that much.

"You okay? You need anything else?" Sara asked when she finally found the time to get back to them.

"Yeah. I think we're done for the night. How much do we owe you?" Rebecca quickly reached for her wallet.

"It's on me. I got it."

"No, how much?"

"You're not winning here. I got it. But not his." Sara said with a smirk. "Pay up, pretty boy."

Tommy got his wallet out and payed for his three bottles. And Rebecca still took out a few small bills to leave as a tip.

"No." Sara said sternly.

"It's just a small tip." Rebecca insited.

"Still a no. Take it."

"You're impossible." Rebecca was about to put the bills back in her wallet when a thought came to her. "Take it. Take it or I won't leave my number."

That made Sara pause. They were at a stand still, waiting for the other to give in, but how could Sara not? She didn't ask for it. It was being offered to her. It wasn't just a number. It's the opportunity to see her again. How could she pass that up? How could she not want to see the face and hear the voice of her beloved even for just once more?

"You drive a hard bargain." Sara said in surrender. She took the money and put it in her pocket, while Rebecca got herself a clean napkin and wrote down her number.

Sara stared at the scribbled numbers on the napkin. She felt butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach as she puched the numbers into her phone. She can't believe she was feeling nervous. She's been with countless women during their adventures. Some would even say that she had corrupted them, but they had fun. Maybe that was that. Maybe because those were just for fun, for the thrill of it all. But this one's different. It's always different with her. Maybe it's not really Nyssa, and maybe she just reminds her of her, but she knows deep down that she wants more to do with her.

Rebecca and Tommy just passed a few blocks from the bar when Rebecca's phone rang. Unknown Caller. The first thing that came to mind was that it could be about a case, about the current case they were pursuing. Then she heard the sweet voice on the other end and it made her smile.

"Hey."

"Hey. Making sure I gave you the right number?"

Sara gave out a small laugh. "Caught me."

"Did I seem doubtful?"

"It's not that. Maybe I just couldn't believe it."

"Well, I wasn't sure if you were ever going to ask for it."

"I was."

"Really?"

"Or maybe I would have waited til you come back."

"Then what if I don't?"

"I would gather a search party."

That got a hearty laugh out of Rebecca and Sara loved the sound of it. It was very often that Nyssa let loose and laughed like that. It was out of character for an assassin, let alone the heir to the demon to do so. But when it's just the two of them, there were very few precious moments that she got to witness her being so carefree.

"I bet you would."

"I'll see you around?"

"Maybe." Rebecca teased, but she knew the moment their eyes met that she wouldn't be able to stay away from those deep blue eyes. And with how they are interacting, she knew she really won't be able to resist her.

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It was already past two in the morning when the last of their patrons had left. She was glad that that shift went smoothly, though she doubted any of it would have spoilt her mood. Nyssa. She missed her. And it was so surreal for her to meet her doppelganger like that. Nyssa. Rebecca.

She thought of her old friends, Carter and Kendra; how their fates are tied together. It never mattered how far apart they are in their next life or that they don't remember their previous ones, they are constantly drawn to each other. She remembered that one of Kendra's old self had said that it doesn't matter who she falls in love with, if it wasn't Carter, it wouldn't last.

It was cliché for her to think that maybe the same applies to her and Nyssa, but that's how she feels, more so now.

Sara plumped herself in bed and all she could think about was her smile at the bar and her laugh over the phone. And it lulled her into a deep slumber.

The sun was high behind her curtains when she woke up. She picked up her phone to check the time and saw that she had gotten a message.

Rebecca:
Good morning, sunshine.

The morning is indeed good, if you wake up to a message like that, Sara thought with a bright smile plastered on her face. She typed away her own reply.

Sara:
Hey, you. I guessed you missed me already.

There was no point in being modest and timid. She doesn't plan on playing hard to get. If she wants her, she's got her. And she will let her know just how much she does as well.

Rebecca:
You just woke up? It's almost noon.

Sara:
You asking me out for lunch?

Rebecca:
Are you?

Sara:
Yes.

Sara was making Rebecca's heart race with all her directness. She knows what she wants and she's not shy about it even a little. And it's catching her a bit off guard. She had always been cautious with whom she spends time with and lets into her life. And though there's an unexplainable intense connection between them, she still ought to do the same.

Rebecca:
Would love to, but working.

Sara:
It's okay. Next time then.

Rebecca:
Next time.

Sara:
Stay safe.

Sara was a bit disappointed, she thought that she was going to say yes just then. But could she blame her? She knows how things are in PD. Her father rarely had time for a proper meal when working a case. And from what she got between Tommy and the girl's conversation, what she's working on might be big.

Rebecca was surprised by her last reply. It was as if she knew what she does for a living. Had Tommy slipped up?

"Did you tell Sara that you were a cop?" Rebecca asked Tommy who was sitting shotgun.

"No. Why?"

"I think she knows."

"Okay. So?"

"I don't know." It certainly didn't ease her worries and questions about her.

The rest of the day working the case, Rebecca's mind wandered to the charming and mysterious blonde she met at the bar. It annoyed her that she couldn't focus. There was no room for error on that case. Not for her. It was too important. They miss something; they make the wrong turn; everything goes down the drain. But she can't get Sara off her mind.

She'd have to admit that she likes her, maybe more than she should after meeting someone for the first time. She was completely taken by her. She liked that feeling, but it also scared her. She doesn't even really know her, yet she stirs her up in the best and worst possible way. She wants to be cautious. She doesn't want to dive into the unknown head first. But there's something about her that seems to draw her closer and closer with each passing moment. She wanted to distance herself even a little, but it didn't help that she felt compelled to text her when she awoke. It doesn't help that there is a nagging need inside her to see those gorgeous blue eyes and sweet smile.

'Damn it, Sara. Who the hell are you? And what the hell are you doing to me?'