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[#102] The Choice is Yours (DCTV)
Theme Prompt: #102—Mirror Universe
Title: The Choice is Yours
Fandom: DCTV
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 698
Summary: Barry and Sara contemplate the nature of the multiverse.
“Do you ever wonder why the multiverse is even a thing?”
Barry blinks as he glances over at Sara. They’ve been staring up at the stars in silent contemplation, their usual routine for when they get together to remember Oliver. Barry tries his best to keep Sara tethered to the rest of them, not wanting her to disappear into the time stream forever. She’s been keeping up, mostly, barring time travel shenanigans.
“What do you mean?”
Sara shrugs, tipping her eyes up towards the sky again. “Why all these different worlds, and different versions of us? Wasn’t the universe content with just one? Does everyone really need an evil version of themselves?”
“It’s not the universe,” Barry replies simply, leaning back against the lounge chair as he tries to put it into words. They had blended all the worlds together, but the multiverse isn’t tamable. Barry learned that the hard way. The multiverse, in all its glory, was always going to depend on one thing. “It’s choices.”
Sara frowns, trying to place what he means by that, before turning to face Barry more. “What do you mean?”
“There was this physicist once that explained it better than I ever could. I mean, I know the physics of it all, but the theory was that every time we make a choice, the world splinters, and somewhere out there, amid everything, there’s a version of us that made the opposite choice. So somewhere out there, there’s a Barry who didn’t become a scientist, or didn’t marry Iris, or didn’t become the Flash—”
“Or a Sara that didn’t get on the Gambit, or a Sara that didn’t get on the Waverider.”
“All of our choices make up who we are. And choices influence other people’s choices. We make so many tiny choices every day and… some are good, some are bad. But we wouldn’t be the people are are here and now without them.”
Sara nods slowly, looking at the stars again. “So, do you think there’s a Laurel out there somewhere that’s more like mine? Who didn’t break bad for whatever reason?”
“Maybe.” Barry knows better than to deny that there’s the possibility. But as he looks back to the stars himself, he shrugs. “But I think the one you’ve got here is doing her best.” Sara gives him a look, and he takes another innocent sip of his beer. “What?”
“Black Siren isn’t my sister.”
“Maybe not a perfect version, but she still had a Sara who she loved and lost when we lost Earth Two. And she’s been doing a lot of good here with the Canaries.” He takes a deep breath. “I know she’s not the same. Obviously, she didn’t make the same choices as you, have the same wounds. But she’s dealing with the same loss, and she’s stuck here with no one else who knows the person she used to be before.”
Sara raises an eyebrow. “Using my own words against me. That’s a low blow.”
Barry smirks. “That Tommy guy is pretty cool too.”
“I didn’t say that he—” Sara huffs. “Are you trying to persuade me to come home more often?”
“Maybe. Do you really not miss us? At all? I mean, we’re really trying to be better at having big group get-togethers when the world isn’t ending, especially since we’re all on the same Earth now.”
She blinks. “Like a reunion?”
“No, not at all.”
“Barry, did you tell her about the reunion?” Kara’s voice carries from the barbecue pit, and Barry makes a face.
“Okay, maybe it’s a bit of a reunion. But think about it! It could be nice to get together when the world isn’t at stake.”
Sara sighs before nodding. “I’ll think about it.”
Barry grins. “I’m going to get a couple more burgers. You want one?”
Sara waves him off, letting him disappear back into the crowd. As she looks up at the stars, she can’t help but think of how nice it would be to have a reason to come home again.
Even if it is only to a mirror universe version of her sister—a Laurel is better than no Laurel at all.
Title: The Choice is Yours
Fandom: DCTV
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 698
Summary: Barry and Sara contemplate the nature of the multiverse.
“Do you ever wonder why the multiverse is even a thing?”
Barry blinks as he glances over at Sara. They’ve been staring up at the stars in silent contemplation, their usual routine for when they get together to remember Oliver. Barry tries his best to keep Sara tethered to the rest of them, not wanting her to disappear into the time stream forever. She’s been keeping up, mostly, barring time travel shenanigans.
“What do you mean?”
Sara shrugs, tipping her eyes up towards the sky again. “Why all these different worlds, and different versions of us? Wasn’t the universe content with just one? Does everyone really need an evil version of themselves?”
“It’s not the universe,” Barry replies simply, leaning back against the lounge chair as he tries to put it into words. They had blended all the worlds together, but the multiverse isn’t tamable. Barry learned that the hard way. The multiverse, in all its glory, was always going to depend on one thing. “It’s choices.”
Sara frowns, trying to place what he means by that, before turning to face Barry more. “What do you mean?”
“There was this physicist once that explained it better than I ever could. I mean, I know the physics of it all, but the theory was that every time we make a choice, the world splinters, and somewhere out there, amid everything, there’s a version of us that made the opposite choice. So somewhere out there, there’s a Barry who didn’t become a scientist, or didn’t marry Iris, or didn’t become the Flash—”
“Or a Sara that didn’t get on the Gambit, or a Sara that didn’t get on the Waverider.”
“All of our choices make up who we are. And choices influence other people’s choices. We make so many tiny choices every day and… some are good, some are bad. But we wouldn’t be the people are are here and now without them.”
Sara nods slowly, looking at the stars again. “So, do you think there’s a Laurel out there somewhere that’s more like mine? Who didn’t break bad for whatever reason?”
“Maybe.” Barry knows better than to deny that there’s the possibility. But as he looks back to the stars himself, he shrugs. “But I think the one you’ve got here is doing her best.” Sara gives him a look, and he takes another innocent sip of his beer. “What?”
“Black Siren isn’t my sister.”
“Maybe not a perfect version, but she still had a Sara who she loved and lost when we lost Earth Two. And she’s been doing a lot of good here with the Canaries.” He takes a deep breath. “I know she’s not the same. Obviously, she didn’t make the same choices as you, have the same wounds. But she’s dealing with the same loss, and she’s stuck here with no one else who knows the person she used to be before.”
Sara raises an eyebrow. “Using my own words against me. That’s a low blow.”
Barry smirks. “That Tommy guy is pretty cool too.”
“I didn’t say that he—” Sara huffs. “Are you trying to persuade me to come home more often?”
“Maybe. Do you really not miss us? At all? I mean, we’re really trying to be better at having big group get-togethers when the world isn’t ending, especially since we’re all on the same Earth now.”
She blinks. “Like a reunion?”
“No, not at all.”
“Barry, did you tell her about the reunion?” Kara’s voice carries from the barbecue pit, and Barry makes a face.
“Okay, maybe it’s a bit of a reunion. But think about it! It could be nice to get together when the world isn’t at stake.”
Sara sighs before nodding. “I’ll think about it.”
Barry grins. “I’m going to get a couple more burgers. You want one?”
Sara waves him off, letting him disappear back into the crowd. As she looks up at the stars, she can’t help but think of how nice it would be to have a reason to come home again.
Even if it is only to a mirror universe version of her sister—a Laurel is better than no Laurel at all.
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