electrocynic | Oa, Friday

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Oa, Friday

This was it.

Sarah's apartment at MCA and office at the school had been emptied out. Most of her stuff was now in London under Jenny's care, waiting on how things shook out. Sarah herself had spent most of this past week in London as well, for the most part making sure her arse print was still worn into the seat in their favourite booth at The Fortress. It'd been a good time, despite Jenny's repeated fucking blubbering at how romantic this whole thing was. Alex had mostly looked confused about the whole thing, while Don had just stated he wished the sex was worth the move.

And Devlin, ever-present with his group of brown-nosers by the bar, had made some crack about her tits and space and whatever.

She'd said her goodbyes.

And then she'd set up on her journey. Which had been the bloody worst, so far. Of course there couldn't be a direct portal from London to Oa. Of course not. She'd been bounced around the multiverse, from one waiting area to the next, so many times that she'd already lost count and was ready to yell at just about anyone who gave her even the slightest bit of extra trouble. She'd worn her costume for this journey, hoping that'd make people treat her better, but nah. Same shit as she would've gotten in her civvies. Except maybe with a touch more leering, ugh.

She'd never been as glad to figure out this portal was the final one. It spat her out, and she was there. On Oa.

"Fucking finally."

God, she hoped that fucking ginger pain in her arse was actually here.

And also not dating some early-twenties waif with legs for days.

[ooc: This is it, Sarah's final hurrah! NFB and for the Guy + relevant NPCs with the kind permission of the admins. Thank you all for making these five and a half years with Sarah such a lovely time!]

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Please, you didn't keep a bar going here without having the situational awareness of a kindergarten teacher.

Which meant Guy was shoving a patron's glass aside to hop the bar and get to her. "What the hell--how are you--here?"

The bar was getting pretty darn quiet as the scene was playing out.

"Did you just fucking hop over the fucking bar?" Sarah asked, always ready to be vaguely combative when the alternative was actually focusing on the true situation at hand. Still, she managed a couple of steps forward. "The fuck's the matter with you?"

Asked the woman who'd traveled through goodness knows how many nausea-inducing portals just to see a guy who she hadn't seen in almost two years, just in case 'I'll always love you' somehow didn't turn out to be complete fucking bollocks.

Yeah, her indignance was clearly merited. Very clearly.

"I took portals, how d'you think I got here?"

"It's my bar. I can hop over it all I want." Guys, pay attention to the moment. "Especially when you show up in it," he added stubbornly.

The moment seemed to be kind of an elusive thing to grasp right now.

"The fuck's that supposed to mean?"

Okay, no. She knew what it meant, she just wanted him to say it. Or to say any of the things she so desperately wanted to hear.

Guy tilted his head to the side like he was exasperated with her. "You're here."

Someone in the back of the bar went 'Awww.'

"Bar's closed!" Guy snapped, turning to the rapt audience they'd gathered.

It probably said something about him that she hadn't even noticed anyone else. Before whoever it was had to go and ruin it for everyone, that was.

"Sod off!" she added, helpfully.

When nobody moved right away, Guy made a disgruntled noise and his ring sparked a little with bright green light. "Out or you'll be permanently banned."

That got 'em moving.

It was then that he went back to just sort of staring at her.

Sarah let him. She was also looking at him pretty intently.

This was all a very surreal experience.

Then she said, "You look like I have something on my face."

"I'm gonna kiss you," he announced, fingers twitching just to touch her and confirm this shit was real. "And then you're gonna explain what's goin' on here."

So, you know. Try not to deck him right away.

"Ugh."

That was for the prospect of explaining, not the kissing.

Which was made obvious when she stepped forward and reached out with one hand and yanked him closer for that kiss.

There was a wolf whistle from one of the people leaving before a very large green hand slammed the door shut behind them as he kissed her back. He could multi-task, but he'd really rather focus on the kissing right now.

The kissing was the easiest part of all of this, and didn't really need any distractions, no. Sarah found herself leaning into him.

Funny even after all this time, kissing him was a whole different thing from kissing the people she'd kissed in the interim.

There certainly was that.

Guy only pulled back a little bit, resting his forehead against hers as he touched the ends of her hair like he was still confirming this was real. "Well?"

Christ, she remembered this forehead-to-forehead thing from last time. It'd somehow been worse than kissing.

Now it was somehow even better.

"Well, what?"

She knew.

"You're on Oa," he pointed out. "This a vacation or..."

Or should he get his hopes up?

Sarah took a deep breath.

It was meant to steady her, but inhaling a lungful of his scent didn't really have the desired effect.

"That depends on you."

"Yeah?" he asked, tilting his head to try figuring out what was in her head. Because this could be a Big Gesture or it could be a repeat of Tora and him realizing they were in different places.

Oh, God. Good luck trying to figure her out.

Well, no, she could help with that. Some. "For one, you're not currently shagging anyone, are you?" she checked. And of course she had to go for 'shagging' instead of, say, 'dating' because the latter meant feelings and she was still working up to talking about those.

But she meant 'dating'.

And was nervous to ask it. Yeah, even with the kissing just now.

Yeah, that made him huff out a little laugh. "No. You?"

Had he missed her eyerolls?

"Yeah, I travelled all this way through two dozen bloody portals just to tell you I'm having the time of my life shagging the brains out of someone else."

"Yeah, I've been hung up on this one chick who might do something like that," Guy replied. "British. Like the color green. Been years since I saw her last."

Sarah made a face to keep herself from smiling. She wasn't very successful.

"Yeah, I know how that is," she drawled. "Hard to focus on the shagging when you're thinking back to some dumb American. And his stupid fucking ginger hair."

Guy had no problem at all smiling at her for that. "Sounds annoying. You planning to tell him how you feel?"

"Dunno."

She wrapped her arms around his neck like she wanted to be closer.

But also closed her eyes because holy shit did she not do well with talking about feelings.

"I quit my job at the school and put all my shit in storage in London, all so I could see if this arsehole of a bloke wanted to take one more stab at things. D'you think he'd want to hear that?"

"Aw, babe," he muttered, wrapping his arms around her waist to hold onto her. "Anyone who'd say no to you is an idiot."

And he was a bit of an idiot, but not that much of one.

"Never stopped loving you, you know."

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