Super, super short chapter cause I think I lost my mojo

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Carter managed to grab one of the weapons from the shattered cases -- a long knife made of golden jewels.

He held it up as Savage advanced on him, swinging to block his next attack, but it did him little good.

Savage grabbed the blade of the knife, not even flinching when blood began seeping out from the palm of his hand. He flipped the knife around so he was holding the hilt instead.

Carter kicked him back, which turned out to be a mistake. A sharp pain shot up his leg, courtesy of the bullet wound injury he'd gotten from the labs, and he only managed to move Savage back the slightest bit.

He screamed in pain, his hand instinctively going to the injury on his leg.

Savage raised the knife, preparing to stab him, and Carter, in spite of himself, flinched as he waited for it to come.

This was it. He was sure. This was how he was going to die. Not even a heroic death or anything like a few previous life times. Nope. Just cowering and being pathetic.

Only it didn't happen. Savage suddenly froze in the middle of his action, a big ugly smirk forming on his face like he'd just won the lottery.

Carter's heart sank. He knew that look. He'd seen it enough times to recognize it -- it was that look Savage always got when he got the chance to Kendra and him at the same time.

He wasn't sure how the others could have possibly found the place so quickly, but the thought of Savage getting anywhere near Kendra set him off again.

Carter lunged for Savage, using his wings to propel himself with a much faster speed.

He punched Savage, sending him stumbling a few feet; but when he landed again, Carter's injured leg gave out. He fell, wincing in pain.

Savage moved forward and grabbed Carter by the throat, cutting off his air supply. He slammed him into the wall and pinned him there, readying the knife to stab him again.

With a smirk Savage, sneered, "Change of plans. I'm not going to kill you yet. First, I'll show her what a real man looks like. And I'll make you watch. Perhaps, in your next life, then, you may actually be worthy of her."

The firey rage ignited again, but there wasn't anything he could do about it now. Carter's vision was blurring as he struggled to get air to his lungs. He swung out weakly, but he didn't hit anything.

Savage dropped him roughly. Carter coughed and gasped for breath. "You're not going to touch her!"

Savage merely smirked and calmly said, "I already have."

Carter glared at him and tried to get to his feet again, only to immediately fall back down, grimacing as needles fired through his legs. He grit his teeth, cursing under his breath.

Savage seemed to find the whole thing amusing. Like aw look at this poor pathetic guy trying so hard.It just pissed Carter off even more.

"Oh, I do love it when the roles are reversed." The voice brought both men's attention towards the door, both blanching with shock.

Apparently whatever force granted Savage the ability to sense Chay-Ara didn't also grant him the ability which version of her it was.

Because the woman standing in the doorway was not Kendra, and she did not have the Legends with her.

Instead, she stood by her lonesome, a small smirk spread across her soft pink lips. Her skin was smooth, lighter than most of her other incarnations.

Her hair was tossed over one shoulder, that shade that he could never really place. Brown? Red? He wasn't sure which it was, but it had always been stunning.

Dark blue eyes sparkled with a sort of lightness that managed to steal Carter's breath away worse than Savage's strangling had.

Her voice, thick Russian accent seeping through, was smooth like butter on toast even as she spoke with such firmness; her eyes bore into Savage's with such ferocity, like he wasn't a mad man who had killed her time and time again. Like she wasn't even remotely afraid. "For instance, when the princess saves the prince."

Carter recognized her at once. But then this one had always been hard to forget -- her strength and tranquility were hard to ignore. She was one of the few incarnations of her that he would always remember, no matter how warped his memory got once they'd moved on to their next life.

Her name was Sharon Parker in this life. Carter was shocked to see her, to say the least. The memory of their life in the eighties was pretty hazy -- he only really recalled bits and pieces -- but he was positive that they hadn't lived anywhere near this place. He supposed she could have moved after he'd been killed, though.

She raised a blade of her own -- a silver blade, curved slightly, with a golden hilt, decorated with red jewels.

Carter recognized that as well. It was his sword once, from his life as Alexander the Great.

Sharon was dressed in a thick coat that really should have hindered her ability to move, but when she attacked Savage she was able to move swiftly.

She pushed him back, slashing at him with her blade. Sharon forced him back several paces; Savage retaliated by slapping his own weapon back at her, tossing the knife at her head.

Sharon narrowly dodged out of the way, letting the knife fly right passed her. She grinned at the look of confusion on Savage's face. "Any other day I might've let that knife pierce my heart. But not today. Maybe tomorrow, but not today."

Wings sprouted from her back, and she soared into the air, knocking a near by shelf on top of the immortal, trapping him under it. Then, she landed next to Carter, eyeing him wearily.

He thought she was going to say something like, "Oh thank the gods you're not dead!" But instead she just gave him a once over and said, "You look different."

Carter stared at her for a moment, dumb founded. "Uh, yeah." He hesitated. "It's a long story."

Sharon hummed softly, turning towards the exit. "Then, you might not want to tell it here. He won't stay down long."

Carter nodded as they started forward, only to stumble a second later thanks to his injury. Sharon looped one of his arms over her shoulder, smirking slightly. "Princess really does save the prince this time." She grew serious again. "Let's hurry."

They moved hurried out of the room, barricading the door once they'd made it out. It was a good thing too, because a second later Carter heard Savage getting to his feet.

But he imagined that he had another quick exit planned out, so he refrained from feeling to much optimism. 

Sharon pried a near by window open, looking back at him with that sharp gaze of hers. "You can fly, yes?"

Carter nodded curtly. "Uh, yeah, I think so."

"Good. Then, do it." Without any further warning, Sharon shoved him out the window.

It turned out, they were pretty high up. About thirteen stories. Carter sucked in a breath of surprise; and for a moment he struggled to get his wings out. (Part of him couldn't help thinking it was pay back for shoving Kendra off that roof back in Star City, even though technically that hadn't happened for Sharon yet.)

Once he'd steadied himself he was flying smoothly though. Sharon was flying next to him, smirking softly at his clumsiness as she flew with ease.

He rolled his eyes. But he didn't bother to say anything. (Talking and flying wasn't a very good idea unless you wanted to catch flies in your mouth -- a lesson that he had learned many, many times.)

They didn't speak until they were several miles away from Savage and wherever he'd been keeping him. They landed on the roof of a building that sat in the middle of no where. Carter wasn't entirely sure where they were. He was just hoping the Waverider was near by.

He eyed Sharon carefully. "When did you become such a bad ass?"

Sharon shrugged, looking serious. "I always have been it's just that the opportunity for lady heroism rarely ever arises."

Carter snorted. "Just wait until the twenty-first century."

She gave him a look of confusion. "Pardon?"

He shrugged. "Part of that long story I mentioned."

She nodded slowly, looking out into the horizon; the wind caught her hair, brushing it back behind her like a cape.

Carter felt as if he'd been punched in the gut. He'd almost forgotten how beautiful she was in this lifetime; a sense of affliction over came him.

It was strange. He knew she was technically waiting for him on the Waverider -- as Kendra Saunders. She was still alive and well. But part of him still missed her.

To him Sharon was dead. He may have died before her in this lifetime, sure, but it didn't change the fact that Savage had killed her -- or would kill her depending on how one looked at things. She was gone, and their time together was over.

He hadn't realized just how much he'd mourned for her every time she was taken away, not until he saw her right then.

Carter suddenly felt himself deflating, sinking to the floor of the roof top as his leg began throbbing again -- though it was nothing compared to the throbbing of his heart.

He found himself longing to hold her again, missing the way she felt in his arms, the way it felt when they touched. And some part of him felt a little guilty for it, because he'd already found Kendra. They were already together again. He shouldn't feel anything for another woman, even if she was technically the same person.

But he had loved her too. More than anything. He'd loved each of her incarnations in every life; it was hard to reconcile with. Never once had he imagined he'd actually see any of them again, and now that he was he really didn't know what to do with himself.

Especially when she looked back at him with those eyes -- those blue eyes that had always stolen his breath away. Every single time.

The Russian accent was new, but somehow he didn't mind too much. It made her all the more attractive. "I suppose you can tell it now."

Sort of a rocky start. I apologize. Fight scenes are not my forte, especially when I have no guide lines to help me.

But I just really adore writing Carter as this love sick puppy when it comes to Kendra (or any version of Chay-Ara)

Like in canon he's portrayed as this annoying pushy bastard that I can't stand. And my version is super kind and sweet and shit and I totally dig that, you know?

Course I'm biased because it's my own stuff. What do you guys think? Have I improved the hawks any? Or am I just making it worse? Let me know your thoughts in the comments!

PS Sharon Parker face claim at the top