July 23rd, 2016

Legends of Tomorrow: Sara/Snart - Quiet

Fic: Not So Different After All 1/1 (Sara/Leonard, Mick/Sin - Breakfast Club AU) Teen

Title: Not So Different After All
Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow
Rating: Teen
Pairings/Characters: Sara Lance/Leonard Snart, Mick Rory/Sin, Ray Palmer, Rip Hunter
Summary: Breakfast Club AU - Five very different personalities have to spend the day in detention on a Saturday and learn they have more in common than they thought.
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Movie, Alternate Universe - High School
Timeline: AU
Word Count: ~4,000
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from DC Comics, Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, Andrew Kreisberg and Phil Klemmer. The Breakfast Club belongs to John Hughes.
Betas: Thank you to angelskuuipo and shanachie_quill for looking this over for me.
Author's Note: After seeing a gif set on Tumblr, I became obsessed with the idea of the LoT crew in a Breakfast Club scenario, even though I'd never written a movie AU before. I hope I did this correctly. Some dialog has been borrowed from the movie because I couldn't resist.

Sara Lance was the first to arrive at the high school for detention. She went to the library like she'd been told to do and picked a seat in the first row of tables. She hung her winter coat on the back of her chair, leaving her in just a simple dress and denim jacket.

It was bad enough that she had to go to detention - something her father not only refused to try to get her out of, but he'd insisted was a learning experience - but it was on a Saturday. She didn't see what the big deal was. So what if she'd punched some guy? He was hurting his girlfriend and needed to see what that felt like. Okay, maybe she shouldn't have punched him in the dick, but why did she have to give up a whole Saturday because she'd taught some Neanderthal a lesson?

A tall skinny kid with floppy dark hair arrived next and sat in the row behind Sara, followed soon after by one of the jocks, who sat a couple of seats down from her at the same table. She recognized Mick Rory as a member of the wrestling team. Some of her friends were friends with some of his friends, so she'd seen him around at parties.

Next an intense, scary looking guy entered who was wearing a large blue parka and got the skinny kid to move to a different table as he proceeded to make himself comfortable behind Sara and Mick.

Finally, a short girl with spiked black hair, and a coat that was way too big for her, rushed in and plopped herself in the last row.

Everyone, except the scary guy, sat up straighter when the principal, Mr. Hunter, entered and went over the rules. Sit still, don't talk, write an essay about who you are and where you see yourself in the future, blah, blah, blah.

Five minutes down, eight hours and fifty-five minutes to go.
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