It doesn't work

Sara checked the calendar before she got dropped off. It had been a waning moon in 2019 when she went to Ava's place. By John's calculations she'd be naked for three days max before she could go back to captaining for the month.

It had now been thirteen.

Sara at first assumed John's calculations were just off. Back then she was willing to just inform him and accept it until he found a solution. But Ava had work to do which left Sara alone at home a lot and when Ava got back it seemed like all she wanted to do is shag Sara. Apparently her girlfriend's **** nudity had gotten her in the mode more often. Normally Sara would welcome it as she found her libido was higher than Ava's anyways so this would level the playing field, but Sara was usually bored by the third hour of being awake and alone while Ava was at work and when Sara was bored she turned to two things: training, which she couldn't do in Ava's small apartment, and porn. By the time Ava got back to ravish her girlfriend after a long day at work Sara was all but sexed out and only in it to help Ava de-stress. It seemed like her entire life was turning into sex and sleep, the latter of which she couldn't even do comfortably without covers and with Ava blasting the AC to combat the July heat.

She couldn't take it anymore, while Ava was at work she used a time courier to hop on the Waverider and give Constantine a piece of her mind. She popped directly into his study to avoid meeting the Legends on the walk there from the bridge.

"Alright, what the hell is going on Johnny?" She said the second she popped out the portal.

"No, no, no, no!" John exclaimed. He was carrying an old book with loose papers in it and the second she walked in he slammed it on his desk and put his head in his hands as he dragged his chair out and sat in it, hunched over, not looking at Sara.

"What the problem?"

"You! You're the problem," Johnny said as he waved a finger at her.

"Excuse me?"

"You're here about the three days thing, right?"

"Yeah. What's up with that?"

"Well, I've been doing research and I came up with a theory. You're supposed to be naked during the full moon as well as directly before and after it."

"Yeah, but it's been nearly two weeks. The next full moon is almost here."

"That's because of time travel. You're supposed to be naked during the full moon. All of it. You popped over to the waning phase, skipping over the entire full moon. Not just that full moon, but every full moon for over a hundred years."

"What are you saying?"

"According to the curse in your body you're still on day one of the full moon out of three. There's still three days for the actual full moon." John held up there fingers for emphasis, "Until you complete those three days of the full moon, you can't even start to get into the grace period where you can slowly start putting on clothes. And you time traveling is just going to complicate it further."

"And that's why you were so upset when I time traveled to meet you."

"Bingo, love."

"Well why didn't you contact me sooner!"

"It's just a theory! I needed concrete proof."

"Concrete proof my ass, you were just stalling!"

"Well, whatever," John threw his hands up before grabbing a cigarette to light just to have Sara flick it out his hand, "We need to get you back to the English countryside. If you experience a full moon before completing that first one there's no telling what will happen. The moon could reset you back to day one, it could be independent of the first one, they could stack and make it so you always have at least one full moon to deal with."

"None of those are ideal. I'll have to stay where me and Mick encountered the werenudist? For how long?"

"Uhh, five days," John said as he scratched his head, "Well five nights, you need to stay for the full full moon and then about half of the following waning gibbous. That part depends on how close the moon is to the Earth when it goes full but it's typically five days or less unless it's a supermoon." John held up five fingers with the hand not on his temple.

"Well then give me a time courier and I'll be on my way."

"It's not that simple. You need to be at the exact time you left, which is when the townsfolk were all afraid of a rabid naked woman who attacked them in the woods and who's skin burned at the slightest touch of cloth."

"I can handle myself."

"Doesn't matter, you can't risk the Legends' captain like that, Sara. It's selfish. I should know."

"Well the Legends won't have a captain if I don't go outside. I'll courier away if things go south."

John shook his head at that.

"You won't be able to when the moon is at its peak," John pointed at the courier that laid on his desk, "Under the complete light of a full moon even a watch as small as that will burn your skin and may do reversible damage. You're gonna need a chaperone to be your face to the town when you need supplies, help you fend off the mob if that fails, and to man the time courier to get home if that fails."

"Then let's go. You and me. You've already seen all this up close and personal," Sara gestured to her body.

"I can't. I need to help those bozos with their magic problems," John pointed his hand to the door. "And I've already spent too much time solving your little problem," John put his hands on his desk and got out his chair, "Now I've given you all I know. Either use it and choose someone else to go with you or head back to your little agent girlfriend's apartment to be nude there. Either way, I have more important magic to research."

With that Constantine grabbed his grimoire and notes and head out the door to the library, leaving Sara nude and alone.