Prompt from gammaxmen: Or instead of Snart, Barry recruits Sara for help with breaking into ARGUS, kind of like "A Call Away?"

Ergo, this takes place during The Flash 3x22 "Infantino Street" and towards the beginning of Legends 2x14 "Moonshot."

Also dedicated to AllyBPBR, who has written beautifully for this pairing before, and I hope I do these two justice.

Can I just say I had way too much fun with this prompt, so much that I really hope you guys give me the answer I want at the end of this?

***

"Are you serious?" Joe protested, sure he hadn't heard what he thought he had just heard.

"Yeah," Barry nodded, looking around at his team. "Yeah, if Lyla won't let us have the Dominators' tech, then we are gonna break into ARGUS, and we're gonna steal it. Wally and I will phase through the walls. We'll be in and out of there before anyone even gets off a shot."

Wally nodded in agreement, but Cisco spoke up. "Uh, hello? No, you won't."

"Yeah, we – " Barry began.

Cisco tapped his keyboard, and H.R. shot to his feet, pointing at the device Cisco had pulled up. "What is that?"

"That is a metahuman power dampener," Cisco answered. "And it's all over the building, so you can't use your powers inside."

Barry seethed, mind spinning with ideas to try. "Can we use anything else to power this Speed Force gun?" Joe asked.

"Speed Force bazooka," H.R. corrected.

"Bazooka," Joe nodded.

"Nothing else," Cisco shook his head grimly. "Manipulating extra-dimensional energy requires . . . well, a ridiculous amount of energy, and the Dominator tech's the only thing that can do that."

"Hey," H.R. perked up. "I have – I have an idea, gang. What if we just put you, put Iris on a plane to Paris – "

"No," Barry shook his head.

"Or somewhere far away?"

"There's nowhere on Earth that Savitar wouldn't find her," Barry looked over at his sister, who was chewing her lip anxiously. "Guys, stealing this Dominators' tech is our only option, all right?"

"Barry, ARGUS is more secure than the Pentagon," Iris told him. "If your powers don't work in there, how are you gonna get past security?"

"OK," Cisco took a deep breath. "This is what we're dealing with: surveillance cameras."

"I'm out," H.R. shook his head.

"Eye scans."

"Nope."

"Palm prints, heat sensors."

"What?"

"Laser sensors."

"They really thought of everything, didn't they?" H.R. grimaced, rubbing the back of his head.

"That's just the first floor," Cisco agreed.

"So you're saying this is the most fortified structure in the history of fortified structures, they can't use their superpowers, and we have less than 14 hours to steal the thing," Joe gestured at the schematics, swallowing hard.

"And none of us are master thieves or spies," Iris sighed.

When "thieves" left Iris's mouth, Barry's mind spiraled one way. When she said "spies" it went a completely new way. "No," he said slowly. "No, we're not."

***

"Captain, if I may have a moment of your time."

Sara paused in the action of taking off her overcoat to change, frowning and looking up. "What is it, Gideon?"

"I have found a man who appears to be Barry Allen within the ship's scans."

Sara closed her eyes and facepalmed. Barry, what are you doing? "Where is he, Gideon?" she asked, opening the door to her bunk.

"He is approaching our current coordinates."

"Thank you," Sara sighed, heading for the cargo bay. Everyone else was still preparing to head to NASA in 1970; no one would see her leave.

***

Barry took a deep breath when he saw the Waverider, then paused when he saw the ramp lower. A few seconds later, Sara walked out, locked eyes on him, and beelined to him. "You time traveled," she stated, a note of accusation in her voice.

"I need your help," Barry cut right to the chase.

Sara narrowed her eyes, then folded her arms. "Barry, we are in Manhattan in 1965. You came all this way to ask me for my help? Why not just send a message to the Waverider?"

"Because this needed to be shared in person," Barry answered. "And there was no telling how soon the Waverider would get a message. I needed to tell you now."

"Now," Sara repeated, frowning. "You really must be desperate if you're resorting to time travel."

"Sara, please," Barry sighed. "Just hear me out, OK?"

Sara stared long and hard at him before sighing. "What do you need?"

He took a deep breath. "I wanna recruit you for a mission."

Sara raised an eyebrow. "I'm already working on a mission right now. We're just about to leave, actually. I need more than that."

"Would it help if I said please?"

Sara snorted. "Barry, you work with other superheroes. Why ask me?"

"Well . . . " Barry fidgeted. "You have a particular set of skills."

"A particular set of skills," Sara repeated, tilting her head. "Get to the point. Either tell me, or I get on that ship and leave."

Barry bit his lip, then sighed as Sara turned to head back to the Waverider. "Iris."

Sara froze in place. "Your sister."

"Yeah," Barry nodded, looking down.

Sara turned back around, pursing her lips. "What about her?"

"If you don't help me, she's gonna die," Barry answered.

Sara closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Damn it, Barry . . . that's low, using a 'save my sister' card against me."

"It's all I've got," Barry held out his hands helplessly. "I've lost my mom and my dad to my enemies. I can't lose my sister to a speedster, too. Sara . . . please."

Sara licked her lips and looked to the side, then closed her eyes. She exhaled slowly, then looked back at Barry. "What do we need to do?"

Barry could have collapsed in relief. "We need to break into ARGUS and steal an alien power source."

"From the Dominators?" Sara guessed. When Barry nodded, she took a deep breath. "OK. Just let me get out of . . . this," she gestured to the outfit she wore, "and get some gear from the Waverider. I'll be right back."

"Thank you, Sara," Barry told her with a relieved smile.

"Thank me when we have the power source," Sara told him, turning on her heel and walking to the Waverider.

***

"That is . . . a lot of equipment," Barry remarked later as he led Sara towards the cortex.

Sara looked over her shoulder at the pack on her back, then shrugged. "If we're stealing from ARGUS and this place is as fortified as you say, we'll need anything we can get."

Barry conceded the point as they walked into the cortex, just in time to hear Cisco say "What about the counter-terrorism missiles?"

"What?" H.R.'s eyes widened.

"Let's avoid getting hit by counter-terrorism missiles," Sara said dryly to Barry.

"Good idea," Barry agreed as H.R. spun around.

"Sara?" several people asked in surprise at the same time.

Sara pursed her lips, then looked at Barry. "You didn't tell them you were getting me?"

"I didn't know if you'd say yes," Barry confessed.

Sara nodded in understanding, patting his shoulder. "Well, I did."

"Wait," Joe said slowly. "Is Sara – ?"

"Yeah," Barry nodded. "Sara's gonna help me break into ARGUS, get the power source."

H.R. did a double take, then managed to sputter out, "Huh?"

"Surprise," Sara made jazz hands.

"But aren't you supposed to be with the Legends?" Cisco asked.

"Supposed to be, yes," Sara nodded.

"You time traveled again?" Joe gawked at Barry. "That's what got us into this mess in the first place!"

"I thought you said you would never do that again," Iris scowled.

Sara arched an eyebrow. "Your brother risked the timeline to come and get me so he could save your life. I could always ask him to take me back, if you're not that concerned about dying?"

"No," Barry shook his head as Iris sputtered, her eyes widening. "Sara, please – "

"Well, it's her life on the line," Sara shrugged nonchalantly. "If she doesn't appreciate the lengths you're going to take to try and stop her from dying – "

"I didn't say that!" Iris protested.

Sara nodded absently, humming to herself as she turned around. "Cisco, show me what we're dealing with."

"Yes, Captain," Cisco responded at once, hurrying to his computer. "Captain. Should I call you that?"

"Pull it up."

"Yeah, pulling it up," Cisco cleared his throat.

Sara folded her arms, looking up at Joe and Iris. "Is anyone going to complain about me helping?" Silence. "Good," Sara looked at Barry. "I guess you're stuck with me."

Barry smiled shyly. "Not that bad, I guess."

"I better not be," Sara smirked.

"Here," Cisco told Sara, pulling up the schematics.

Sara leaned against the computers, taking a few moments to look over the layout. "OK," she stood up and walked over. "My guess is the power source is most likely here," she pointed.

"Why there?" Joe tilted his head.

"Because it's the deepest part of the facility," Sara answered. "And because Dominators' tech is so valuable, then the deepest recesses of any facility are usually the most secure."

"Smart, Sara," Cisco nodded.

"Just make sure," Sara advised.

"Do you have any idea what else might be down there?" Barry looked at Sara.

"I don't know," Sara shook her head. "But if there's one thing I've learned from being a Legend, it's that anything can go wrong at any moment. So just follow my lead and be prepared for anything to go off the rails."

"I will," Barry nodded. "I'm trusting you."

"We all are," Iris nodded.

Sara nodded, looking at Barry. "Then let's save your sister."

***

"Here," Cisco handed Sara an earpiece.

"Thank you, Cisco," Sara took it, fixing it in place and checking the weapons she had on her body. She noticed Cisco fidget out of the corner of her eye, and she sighed, looking up. "What?"

"Barry's going to change time," Cisco finally blurted. "And you chewed him out for it before."

"I did," Sara nodded, zipping up her jacket. "And I had no right to, considering I tried to kill Damien Darhk in the past several times to stop him from killing Laurel. Hell, the Legends were formed to change time, and if we got lucky, save Rip's family, too. I was a hypocrite to berate Barry when we've had problems saving time. And I know how it feels to have a sister that I couldn't save because of the timeline. If I have a chance to spare Barry that pain . . . " She twirled a knife and slid it into a sheath on her leg. "I'll take it." She patted Cisco's shoulder, smirking when he flinched. "Don't try and stop me."

"Nope," Cisco squeaked out.

Sara flashed him a smile, then turned and walked out of the cortex, where Barry was waiting. She tilted her head when she saw him press a button on his watch, and she raised an eyebrow when she saw a timer start. "What's that?"

"It's how much time we have left," Barry answered shortly.

"Before what?"

He sighed. "Before we lose."

Sara eyed Barry, noting the very tense look on his face she had never seen on him when they had fought the Dominators, and she finally nodded. "Let's not lose, then."

***

One of the ARGUS agents at the main desk looked up when the doors opened, and he straightened when Lyla Michaels walked in, escorting a handcuffed man in a parka. "Director Michaels," the agent greeted in surprise. "I thought you were en route to San Francisco."

"Plans changed," Lyla responded, eyeing the man she had with her. "I received an unexpected gift from the Flash."

The agent looked at the man, then did a double take. "Captain Cold?"

"Always nice to meet a fan," Leonard Snart's smile was all teeth.

"I'm taking the prisoner to lock-up," Lyla told the agent.

"Of course," he nodded. "We'll just need your ID." Lyla nodded and took her ID, holding it up to the scan. The agent watched Lyla's information appear, then nodded when the ID was accepted. "Your eye scan?" Lyla leaned down to let it commence, and the agent nodded when everything lit up green. "And finally, Director Michaels . . . Elvis, banana." Lyla stiffened, and the agent saw Snart give her an unreadable look. "I repeat, ma'am," the agent narrowed his eyes. "Elvis, banana."

Lyla and Snart exchanged looks again, then both moved at the same time, Snart showing he had gotten one hand out of his handcuffs. They each took one guard, knocking them out effortlessly. Lyla raised a slim, pen-like device and held it up under her chin, blue light silhouetting her face. Lyla's image flickered out, replaced with Barry in a black jumpsuit and jacket. "Nice moves," Snart complimented, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Barry frowned, pitching the device to him. "I thought you weren't going to do anything?"

Snart caught the device one-handed and held it up under his chin. Snart's image flickered out, replaced with Sara in an outfit similar to Barry's, her hair French braided out of her face. "Like I was gonna let you have all the action," she snarked, looking at the device she held. "What's this?"

"Transmogrifier from H.R.'s Earth," Barry answered.

"Ah," Sara nodded, twirling it before tossing it back. "Trade you."

"Sure thing," Barry handed her backpack to her. "Cisco, where to next?"

"OK, you will take the . . . east elevator?" Cisco's voice came over their comms.

"They should do the west elevator," a female voice interrupted.

"I agree with Tracy," H.R. pitched in.

"Barry, take the west elevator," Cisco went with what they said.

***

Barry and Sara emerged from the elevator into a dimly lit corridor. When they came across a locked door on the side, Sara stopped dead in her tracks when she heard an animalistic roar. "What the hell?" she frowned, turning around and squinting at the name on the cell. "Grodd . . . who's Grodd?"

"Telepathic gorilla," Barry answered, curling his lip as he looked at the cell. "Spared his life on another Earth, so he could invade Central City." Sara backed away from the cell, then did a double take when she heard Barry mutter, "That's what mercy gets you."

Sara frowned, giving the speedster a wary look. This was . . . far from the speedster she had met back when Dominators were invading. "I'll keep that in mind," she mumbled, following him further down the hall. Both she and Barry looked around at other cells, and Sara frowned, examining the cell labels. "Cheetah, Cupid . . . "

"This must be where Waller kept her Suicide Squad," Barry realized.

"How cheery," Sara wrinkled her nose.

Barry nodded in agreement, then caught sight of a door down another hall, a glowing red item coming from inside. "I think this is it," he told Sara. "Come on."

Sara nodded and lightly jogged after Barry. When she saw a familiar-looking device on the other side of the door, she grimaced. "If that's not Dominators' tech, I don't know what it is."

Barry nodded, eyeing the door, then put a hand on his earpiece. "Cisco, we found it." He frowned when he didn't receive an immediate response, instead getting static. "Cisco?" he repeated, backing away to try and get a clear signal. Sara watched him go, then curiously approached the lock by the door. "Hey, Cisco, can you read me?"

"Loud and clear," Cisco responded.

"Hey. Uh, so, we found it."

"Jackpot!" H.R. cheered.

"But there seems to be some kind of signal interference at the end of the hall, and the lock is the Montgomery 3000."

Cisco's annoyed groan was very audible. "The Montgomery 3000 . . . "

"Wait, is that bad?" H.R. asked.

"Well, we're looking at a 25-ton door that can withstand a 30-megaton nuclear blast. And aside from being completely bulletproof, the Montgomery 3000 can only be unlocked by a voice-recognition system necessitating three different passcodes from three different people – " Barry closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he listened to Cisco rattle off all the characteristics. "And as if that weren't already enough, the thing costs ten million dollars to build."

A loud click came from behind Barry, and he whipped around, eyes wide, to see Sara look up from the lock. "And I have the best AI who runs the best timeship in the universe," she said smugly, removing a chip from the lock. "Thank you, Gideon."

Barry shook his head in disbelief. "Well, ARGUS should ask for their money back," he remarked, walking over.

Sara pocketed the chip in her belt, and she and Barry grabbed onto the door, slowly starting to lift it. They had barely lifted it an inch or so when Sara froze. "Wait," she stopped, and Barry frowned at her. "I thought I heard – " A roar came from the other side of the door, and Barry and Sara plastered themselves on opposite sides of the door, their view of the Dominators' tech blocked by – "Is that a shark?!" Sara's jaw dropped.

"Technically, it's half-man, half-shark," Barry corrected automatically.

"Half – " Sara cut herself off, rolling her eyes towards the sky and closing her eyes. "I am the captain of a group of time traveling heroes and villains. I have seen zombies during the Civil War. I helped save America. I fought in Camelot. I took down an Egyptian demigod. I have fought Dominators. Why does a half-man, half-shark surprise me?"

"I can't believe ARGUS turned King Shark into a guard dog," Barry grumbled.

"King Shark?" Sara repeated, giving him an exasperated look. "You have got to be kidding me."

"Well, this is when I'm glad you brought that," Barry nodded to Sara's pack. "What's in it?"

Sara slipped it off her back and opened it, looking through its contents. Something immediately caught Barry's eye, and he froze. "Is that an anti-speedster gun?"

Sara looked up, then nodded. "We've been dealing with a speedster recently, we had a few guns made just in case."

"Well, give it to me," Barry gestured for it.

Sara took it out, then paused, looking at Barry. "What's your plan with using it?"

Barry gritted his teeth. "Sara, there's only one way that tech's getting out of here."

Sara looked off to the side at King Shark, then scoffed, looking at Barry. "Those 'special skills' you mentioned . . . they weren't just to help you get into ARGUS. You wanted an assassin in case this got bloody."

"I told you what I'm up against, all right?" Barry ground out. "Give me the gun!"

Sara scowled at him. "Barry, do you really want to kill that . . . King Shark? It's not completely human, I'll give you that, but you do not want to know what it's like to have a kill like that on your conscience. Take it from an assassin whose hands are drenched in blood."

"Do you have another idea, Sara?" Barry yelled at her.

"Yes, I do," Sara snapped. "You brought me here to help you, right? So for God's sake, Barry, let me help you if it means stopping you from doing something you'll regret!"

Rage-filled green eyes met defiant blue, and Barry growled in defeat. "Then what's your idea?"

Sara sat back on her heels, putting the gun in her lap, holding in a sigh of relief. "Most sharks are cold-blooded, but that looks like a great white," she pointed to the door. "That means he's partially warm-blooded."

"He's susceptible to cold," Barry nodded.

"Never strays into water colder than 53.6 degrees Fahrenheit," Sara nodded. "If we lower the temperature in that room to 53.5 degrees, King Shark should fall asleep, no harm done." She held out her hands. "Or we could go with your plan, which is to kill him." She arched an eyebrow. "Which if I know you even a little bit, Barry, I don't think that's what you want to do at all."

Barry clenched his teeth, then shook his head. "I thought you would sympathize with me," he muttered, glaring at her triumphant look as she worked on the gun.

"What?" she asked, popping the gun open. "Killing to save your sister?"

"Like you haven't thought about going back in time to kill Damien Darhk to save Laurel," Barry gave her a look.

"I thought about it for months," Sara looked up at Barry. "Came close to it several times. You know what stopped me? I had a team looking out for me to make sure I didn't. Not just because time was at stake, but also because they care about me." She popped a cartridge out of the gun and leaned towards Barry. "A word of advice, Barry? If you wanted someone who wouldn't mind you killing to get this done, don't invite someone who's had a similar experience to you."

Barry bit his lip, thinking about that, then nodded at the cartridge in her gloved hand. "Will this work?"

"Rule one with the Legends: anything can go wrong at any moment," Sara looked the cartridge over, then grinned at Barry. "Rule two: improvise the hell out of the moment when it goes wrong." Barry snorted loudly and nodded, and Sara nodded back, rolling the cartridge under the door. Cold billowed out of the cartridge, blocking their view, and the two exchanged looks. A few seconds later, there was a loud thud from inside, and Sara grinned. "Night night, King Shark."

"Nicely done, Captain Lance," Barry admitted.

Sara smiled and stood up, elbowing the lock on the side. With a flash of circuitry, the door to the room opened. "Damsels in distress first."

Barry snorted. "Pearls before swine."

Sara mocked a gasp as she followed Barry inside. "Never call a lady a swine!"

"Then don't call me a damsel in distress," Barry threw right back.

They walked into the room, wincing when King Shark snarled. "Reminds me of Jaws," Sara tried to peer through the fog. "They didn't show the shark because they couldn't afford to make it look good."

Barry looked around as they walked towards the Dominators' tech, then froze when a shark fin rose from the fog. He felt Sara grab his arm to stop him anyway, and both watched anxiously. The fin dipped back below the fog, and Barry exhaled shakily. "Well, Miss Shark Expert," he looked at Sara. "How long will he stay asleep?"

"Leonard and I binged Shark Week on the Waverider, I'm not a marine biologist," Sara blushed.

Barry nodded slowly, then looked down at his arm . . . and Sara's hand still on it. "Uh . . . Sara?" She took a quick look down, then let go as if she was burnt. "Right," he cleared his throat, turning back towards the Dominators' tech. "Let's get this."

Sara nodded in agreement, biting her lip. Barry walked up to the glowing red device, then took a deep breath, reaching to the top. Sara slowly approached, watching Barry extract a slim piece of the glowing red device, and she smiled slightly. "That's it?"

"That's it," Barry agreed, grinning.

Lights turned red, and Sara blanched whipped around, eyes wide. "Barry!"

He started moving just a second before she did, partly because she was on the side of the tech furthest from the door. Barry slid underneath just before it slammed shut, and Sara had to skid on the slippery floor before she smashed into it headfirst. She had to plant her palms flat on the door, and she winced at the force of her body colliding with it. She winced, then heard Barry's panicked voice. "Sara!"

She straightened to look through the glass, meeting Barry's eyes again. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she gestured wildly. "Go!"

"What?!" he looked at her like she was insane.

"This place is gonna be crawling with ARGUS agents in the next two minutes! You need to go!"

"You're kidding, right?" Barry demanded.

"You have what you need!" Sara jabbed with her pointer finger at the red device in Barry's hand. "You can save Iris! Go!"

"I'm not leaving you!" Barry shook his head.

"Barry, I'm not what matters right now," Sara shook her head. "You asked me to come save your sister, and I came because you don't deserve to lose her like I lost Laurel! So make the tough call and go! Save Iris when I couldn't save Laurel!"

Barry stared at her in shock. This was the same woman who had tore into him for causing Flashpoint, messing up the timeline . . . and here she was, telling him to go make sure he could save Iris, potentially messing time up again even though it was in the future. He clenched his jaw, then backed away, putting a hand on his earpiece. "Cisco, we need your help," he barked. "I have the energy source, but Sara's trapped inside the cell with King Shark. You gotta open the door."

"I can't hack into the mainframe!" Cisco responded.

"Hurry, all right?" Without waiting for an answer, Barry walked back to the door, where Sara was staring at him like he was crazy this time. "Cisco's working on it," he told her. "I asked you to come here. It's my fault you're in there. I'm not leaving without you."

Sara swallowed hard. "But Iris – !"

Barry's eyes slid over her shoulder, and he gulped. "Whatever you do, don't look behind you."

Sara's ears still worked though, and when she heard the menacing growl behind her, she swallowed again, slowly peering over her shoulder to see King Shark looming over her. She gulped, then looked at Barry. "If Cisco gets me out of here, he's becoming my new favorite tech geek."

The door suddenly cracked open, and both heroes burst into action. "Come on, come on!" Barry urged as Sara dropped to her stomach. "Come on, come on!"

Sara slid under the door, then felt a jaw clamp on her boot. She yelped more in shock than anything, fingers scrambling for something to hold onto as she was pulled back under the door. "Barry!"

He lunged for her hand, and Sara grabbed on tightly. "I got you!" he promised, adjusting his grip. "I got you, I got you! Hang on!"

Sara twisted her body slightly, risking letting go of Barry to reach for one of her knives, but King Shark yanked again, and Sara flailed, grabbing for Barry's hand again. "Ah!"

Barry gritted his teeth and pulled her harder, until Sara was completely out from under the door and only King Shark's arm was underneath. "Now, Cisco, now!" he yelled. "Close it!" The door slammed down, severing King Shark's arm. Sara collapsed for a second, and her breath left her in a rush. In the next second, Barry was scrambling to help her up. "Are you OK?"

"Yeah," she nodded, accepting his help in standing. "Yeah, I'm OK." They both took a second to look at King Shark's arm, and she winced. "Ouch."

"Yeah," Barry nodded in agreement, checking through the window.

Sara peeked in to look as well, and both watched King Shark's limb grow back. "Whoa," Sara blinked.

"OK," Barry backed up. "Let's get out of here." Sara nodded, turning to go with him, only to stop when she came face to face with several cocked guns . . . and an angry-looking ARGUS director. "Lyla," he greeted weakly.

"Barry," she nodded curtly, then looked at Sara. "Sara."

***

"I told you I couldn't give this to you," Lyla snapped at Barry later.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"And you snuck in here anyway?" she demanded.

"To save Iris's life, Lyla," he nodded determinedly. "Yeah, I'll do anything."

Lyla considered him, then said, "Not anything." At his confused look, Lyla went on. "I saw the whole thing on the security monitors. You could have left Sara to die, but you risked your freedom and Iris's life to save her."

Barry looked at the silent blonde, then simply nodded. Lyla sighed, then extended her hand. Barry's eyes widened, seeing the confiscated power source in her hand, ready to be taken. "You're just gonna let me have it?" he asked in disbelief.

"I couldn't let Iris die knowing that that could save her," Lyla nodded. "And I know you'd do the same thing for me if it were John's life on the line."

Barry nodded in agreement, taking the device. "Thank you."

"Now go," Lyla ordered. "Do it. And Sara, don't you have some time travelers to get back to?"

"Took the words right out of my mouth," Sara agreed, looking at Barry.

***

"Manhattan, 1965," Barry walked with Sara towards the hidden Waverider. "Back as promised."

"I better be," Sara smirked, but there was no bite in her voice.

Barry paused, then looked at her. "Sara," he began, and when she turned to look at him, he swallowed. "Did you think I had it in me? To leave you behind?"

Sara tilted her head. "I didn't know," she answered. "Considering this is the second time we've seen each other, I didn't have much to go on besides whatever my crew told me about you. But I'm not always optimistic, so pardon me if I could see a bit of bad in you."

Barry chuckled. "You're pardoned."

Sara nodded, then sighed. "Look, Barry . . . if this . . . whoever – "

"Savitar," Barry told her, realizing he had never told Sara who would kill Iris.

"Savitar," Sara nodded. "If he wants you to play his game, then don't. If you want to beat him by being bad, don't. When you chose to follow my idea, save me . . . that's your strength. Goodness. That's who you need to be." She smiled fondly. "The Flash is a hero. He should stay that way."

Barry smiled, blushing a bit at the compliment. "The White Canary's a hero, too."

"Oh, she's not a hero," Sara waved it off. Barry frowned, about to argue, when Sara winked. "She's a Legend."

Barry laughed, making Sara grin wider. "Thank you, Sara," he told her. "Really . . . thank you. For helping me save Iris."

"You played a dirty card, pulling a 'save a sister,'" Sara shook her head. "But I meant what I said. Killing Darhk to save Laurel would have too many consequences. The future . . . we don't know anything about it yet, and if I don't look, then there's nothing for me to save. There's no strings on us that way. I may not be able to do anything to save Laurel, but I can help you save Iris." She looked up at him. "Even though you risked that to save me, too."

Barry shook his head. "You're worth saving, too, Sara."

Sara smiled, looking down at her feet. "Thank you, Barry."

He nodded, then tilted his head. "Do you like ice cream?"

Sara blinked at the non sequitur. "Who doesn't like ice cream?" Barry was gone in a flash of lightning, and when it returned, Sara suddenly held a vanilla cone in her hand. "What the – " she did a double take, then cackled at Barry's grin. "Oh, yes!"

"A little parting gift," Barry chuckled. "Take care of yourself, Sara."

"I will," she nodded, taking a large lick of the cone. "Just do me a favor?"

"Hmm?" Barry nodded.

"Don't let Savitar win," she told him.

"I'll try," Barry nodded. "And if you need a hand with that speedster of yours – "

"I'll call," Sara promised, extending her hand. "Only if you do the same."

"Will do," Barry confirmed, shaking her hand.

She surprised him by squeezing and then giving him a quick hug. "No strings," she reminded him.

Barry relaxed, giving her a hug back. "No strings on us," he agreed.

When they pulled back, Sara took a deep breath. "Save your sister," she ordered softly.

Barry nodded, flicking off a lazy salute. "Aye aye, captain," he nodded, turning around and zipping off.

Sara watched him go, then took another lick of her cone and walked back to the Waverider. She ascended the ramp, thinking over the mission she had just gone on as she pulled the tie free of her hair. It had been a while since she had been in the field with just one person, and being with Barry . . . it hadn't made her uncomfortable, per se. On the contrary, she had felt at complete ease working with him. But working with Barry . . . there was something there that wasn't like working with her team. It was almost like when she had worked with Oliver for a while when . . . when . . .

She stopped dead in her tracks. "Oh, God," her eyes widened. It was just like when she was working with Oliver . . . when she still had feelings for him. "I am so screwed," she whispered.

"Sara?" Nate's voice came from down the hall. "Is that you?"

She quickly ducked into her room, Gideon closing the door behind her. "Uh, Gideon?" she cleared her throat.

"Yes, Captain?"

"Let's get to 1970."

"Of course, Captain." There was a short pause. "How was your mission, Captain?"

Sara pulled out the chip she had used, a small smile on her face. "There are no strings on us," she repeated quietly, then put the chip down. "Let the team know I'll be there soon."

"Yes, Captain."

Sara pulled her jacket off and tossed it she didn't care where. "Savitar," she repeated the name of Barry's villain.

Why didn't she like the sound of that name?

***

"You lose, Barry!"

"NO!"

***

OK, so . . . that was a lot of words. Hopefully a lot of good words, though.

And hopefully not bad for my first Scarlet Canary story, even if it is pre-relationship. So, here's the million dollar question.

Would you like a sequel to this following the aftermath of "Infantino Street?" I can promise Savitar (and someone else) getting his just desserts and definitely more Scarlet Canary heading up the shipping road. I'd like to do one, just let me know if you'd like to see one!