Rare Pair Week 2019
Day Six
Leonard Snart/ Ray Palmer
Soulmates
Warnings: Angsty Angst Angst. Have fun
A timer for when the other dies
48 hours before the Oculus explodes
Ray really hated the numbers on his wrist. He had always thought they were redundant. What was the point of having the time your soulmate dies on your arm? When his wife died he couldn't help but look at his wrist. He didn't get it. There were still years left but she was gone. It only reminded him that the only time these numbers mattered was when they ran out and whoever's life they counted on was over and all that was left was mourning. Then we woke up at realized that he was running low on time. Whoever his soulmate was would be gone in 2 days and he would never get the chance to know who it was. He was in a bad mood the rest of the day.
12 hours before the explosion
Over the years Len had developed a habit of running his fingers across the numbers that graced his wrist. The countdown hadn't started until Len was a little over 10 so he knew that whoever was meant for him would be younger then him. But Len had years to figure out who it was. At just over 60 years left, Len was never really worried.
60 seconds until the explosion
The second Mick knocked out Ray Palmer, Len realized 2 things. The first being that Ray was his soulmate, and the next being that he was going to die. The timer on Ray's wrist confirmed both of these things as the seconds ticked down. His only comfort as he was engulfed in light was that Ray would live a long life. Then there was nothing.
6 hours after the Explosion
The first thing Ray realized when he woke up was that death was a lot more painful then he imagined. He had a raging headache and had no idea why Sara Lance was there. She looked at him and he saw that her eyes were wet and red rimmed. Then Ray looked down and saw that his timer had reached 0, he realized he was, in fact, not dead but his soulmate was. And that his soulmate was the reason he was alive. He doesn't really remember much after that or how he ended up in Snart- in Len's room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with a blue parka and the scent of sandlewood filling his nose. He barely registered when Mick walked in and sat beside him, or how long they sat there. Mick drank his beer and Ray held on to the memory of the man he'd lost and the dreams that would never come true.
