A discovery

Sara sighed, wandering back into her room. Idly she shrugged off her top, kicking off her pants as she made it back to her bed.

That scratch was itching. She exhaled, rubbing it idly. Constantine could go examine those remains to make sure nothing unexpected would happen, Mick could learn the meaning of restraint, and she could relax. She shifted, gratefully removing her bra.

For some reason she really didn't feel like getting dressed. Well, she'd had phases like that before, chilling nude did have its advantages. Admittedly a lot of those advantages were the company, but...

Right, company! Speaking of, Sara sat up, head pounding a little. She'd almost forgotten.

"Hey, Gideon?" Sara said. "Open a channel to Ava, might as well keep her updated."

"Right away, Captain Lance," the AI chimed.

A second later and a hologram of Ava appeared in Sara's office, wearing her usual, formal-looking suit. She was halfway to smiling before she did a double take. Sara hesitated, glancing down.

Wait, when had she taken off her panties? And- right, damn it, she still hadn't gotten dressed. Sara shook her head, still slightly fuzzy.

"We've talked about this," Ava said, whispering as though someone would overhear. "Not when we're at work."

"Oh, this?" Sara said. "Nah, just didn't feel like getting dressed specifically for you. Nothing you haven't seen before."

"Mm-hmm," Ava said skeptically.

"Seriously!" Sara said. "Well, this time. Just wanted to update you."

"Anything major?"

"Not much," Sara said. She chuckled. "Got scratched by a naked woman. Wanted you to hear it from me."

Ava raised her eyebrows.

"The semi-feral kind, in my defence," Sara said. "Nothing like that. Though if you do want to scratch me, wouldn't say no."

"Table that discussion for when I'm not in my office?" Ava said.

"Looking forward to it," Sara said. She smirked. "Over and out?"

"Thanks for the update," Ava said. "Talk soon."

"Will do."

Wearily, Sara shifted, lying back on her bed. Why was her head still aching? She closed her eyes for a few seconds-

Someone started pounding at the door. Sara groaned, sitting up straighter.

"Sara!" Constantine's voice. "You in there?"

"Sure, c-" Sara began, then faltered.

Wait, shit, still naked. Instinctively she crossed her arms.

"Give me a minute!" Sara said. She turned her head-

And suddenly felt a wave of nausea as she glanced at her discarded outfit. She shifted, screwing her eyes shut and shaking her head, but when she opened them she still felt the same sense of revulsion.

She kicked her clothes away with a stray foot. God, what had happened to them? Instead she walked over to her wardrobe-

And staggered back almost as soon as she opened it, immediately slamming the doors shut. Ugh, no way.

What was with her? She couldn't so much as look at her outfits without feeling sick.

The door to her quarters opened, Sara facing away, ensuring Constantine was greeted with a view of his captain's rather impressive ass. League of Assassins training certainly had its perks.

Sara whirled around, remembering too late to lift her arms, crossing one over her bare chest, the other over her crotch, flushing.

"I said give me a minute!" Sara said.

"I gave you plenty of time," Constantine said.

His gaze lingered, first on Sara as a whole, then on the scratch on her wrist. Sara fidgeted a little, cheeks warming, well aware of how that wrist was all that was hiding her tits.

"It scratched you," Constantine said.

"Yeah," Sara said. "Can this conversation end so you can go back outside and get dressed?"

"You could've gotten dressed before I came in," Constantine said. He hesitated. "You tried, right? What happened? Did it make you feel... bad?"

What? How would he know that? it was just her mood being weird, or...

The scratch prickled. Sara hesitated.

"What scratched me?" Sara said, uncertain.

"I had time to examine it," Constantine said. "Well, her. Compare her to notes. See what it had the traits of, most likely..."

"John!" Sara said. "What was it?"

He told her.

Sara blinked.

"Ok. Next question," Sara said slowly, squirming on the spot. She tentatively adjusted her arms, bare legs brushing against each other. "John. What. The. Hell. Is a werenudist?"

"Exactly what it says on the tin, luv," Constantine said. "Takes effect on the full moon, as well as the days before and after. The curse is passed on in bites and scratches. A werewolf becomes a wolf, a werenudist becomes, well..."

"I am not a nudist!" Sara said.

"Doesn't seem like you have much choice in the matter," Constantine said. "Time travel's going to play merry havoc with the curse, I can tell you."

No. She really wasn't going to think about that. Sara swallowed, cheeks warming as Constantine still lingered way too long in his nude captain's room. She glanced towards the clothes-

And found herself looking away again. It wasn't just clothes that did it though, she could look at John just fine, it was... her's, it was anything she was thinking of putting on that got her to react like...

Oh. Shit.