Captain canary, mission in 1998. Sara goes to a bar for recon and meets..... *drumroll please* ...a 26 year old Leonard Snart who does not hesitate to flirt with a beautiful woman
Established Relationship!Captain Canary is too tempting not to put it here. I’m sorry!
Not Cheating When It’sYou
“I’m in and I’ve got eyes on Salle,” Sara casually said,walking towards the bar.
It was 1998 and the team was on a mission to locate thewarehouse housing smuggled sports cars. There were three masterminds to theillegal operations and Mick and Leonard already took care of the first one. Thesecond businessman, Joseph Salle, had with him a maroon notebook containing allthe information containing detailed records of the shipments of the cars andthe carriers. Gideon deemed it important to stop these greedy moguls because ifthe operation weren’t stopped by year 2000, the stock exchange will crashleading to economic regression.
Sara offered to lift the notebook off of Salle mainlybecause she was challenged by her crook boyfriend and his equally morallyambiguous bestfriend. Being the Captain of the ship, she wouldn’t want her egobruised, so she accepted. Included in making the decision of doing it herselfwas the thrill of it. It was an easy job and she could need a little moraleboost after a complicated last mission. And Leonard promised her a gift if shecould impress him. She’d never pass an opportunity like that.
The whole team was watching through the hidden cameraconcealed in the small stone of Sara’s choker. Sara didn’t even need to lift afinger to get Salle to notice her. She was seating in the seat in the barclosest to the corner. Her purse (which housed three knives, five throwingstars, and, oh, a lipstick) was on the table and she ordered a scotch. Her body-tightroyal dress invited the mogul for her. Sooner than she expected, Salle slidbeside her, laying a hand on her shoulder.
“Pretty girls deserve to be given drinks,” the short,balding man said.
“Careful, assassin,”Sara heard Leonard say through her comm.; she swiveled her chair and facedSalle. She placed both her hands on the man’s shoulder and slid it to his side,her fingers touching the notebook from the pocket of his coat.
“That’s so nice of you,” she said. Once her pointer andmiddle finger trapped the thin notebook, she dropped her hand, casuallysqueezing it on her ankles. “But you’re not my type.”
Joseph Salle, not used to people saying no to him, was aboutto insist, when a tall man, behind him with an all too familiar voice interruptedhim. “When a lady said no,” he began, “then maybe you should turn away andrespect that.”
Salle was about to react but he turned back and saw the manglaring at him with the coldest, scariest eyes. The smaller man immediatelyrushed away.
Sara then saw the man, and gasped. All she heard from hercomms was Mick and some of them laughing, and Leonard swearing like a sailor.
She smirked and swiveled her chair again to face the bar andwhispered loud enough for the team to hear. “And the night just got better.”
The man, younger Leonard, sat beside her but didn’t talk toher yet, trying to sense whatever he can from the beautiful lady beside him.
Sara was trying hard too—from not looking at the youngerversion of her beau, and from not laughing at the exchanges of her crew thatshe can hear from her comms.
“New dare, Blondie,”Mick said, still laughing. “Kiss youngLenny.”
“No, you’re not daringher to cheat on me,” Leonard sternly replied, earning a laugh from the menof the team.
Wally interrupted. “Butis it really cheating? It’s still you she’s going to kiss. Only a younger you.”
“Point,” Sara whispered, hiding the smirk on her face.
Leonard groaned in response. “No. You got the notebook. Just leave.”
“Or test late 20sSnart’s flirting game,” Nate replied.
“Killjoy,” Ray teased.
Mick came close to the console. “Thumbs up if you accept the dare, Blondie. We have visuals.”
Sara did exactly that, then flipping her hair a little,earning the attention of young Len.
“So,” he drawled, his voice obviously lacking the grit sheloves, “would you accept if I buy you a drink?”
“Okay, not that good astart,” Zari said.
The blonde turned her head sideways, as if considering. “IfI declined his offer, what do you think you have to make me accept yours?”
“I know how to take no for an answer,” he immediatelyanswered, which made Sara’s eyebrow rise. “If you decline, I’ll nod and leaveyou be.”
Satisfied with his answer, she nodded. “Alright, Mister…”
“Leonard. Or Leo,” he offered.
“Then where did ‘Len’come from?” Amaya asked.
“Only heard it fromBlondie. Boss was always Leo.” Mick answered.
“And you?” young Leo asked, sliding another glass towardsher. “I’m guessing you won’t like it if I keep calling you beautiful.”
“Alright, he’sactually got game,” Zari commented.
“All of you shut up,”Len complained.
Sara laughed, mostly because of the frustration in herLeonard’s voice. But the Leonard in front of her thought it was because of hisline. “Sa—Savannah,” she ultimately answered. “You don’t look like someone who’snamed Leo.”
Young Len raised an eyebrow. “And what do I look like?”
“You know what to say,”Leonard muttered, having given up with convincing her not to continue the dare.
Sara held the glass close to her lips. “Really, really,handsome.”
Leo’s smiling, pulling his chair closer. When Sara didn’t moveback, he deemed his motion okay.
“What brought a gem like you to a place filled with crooks andcigars and stale beers?”
She can’t help but look at his face, noting what wasdifferent. His eyes were obviously younger—because it didn’t carry the soul ithas now. That’s what distinguishes her Leonard.
“I’m a gambler,” Sara replied. “I just won tonight. But Ifeel like the win isn’t enough.”
Leo took a drink, downing a glass in one go. “Anything I canhelp you with? I’m quite talented in many fields, pleasure or otherwise.”
“Snart, I think babyyou wants to sleep with Sara,” Nate interjected.
Leonard didn’t comment. Neither did Mick.
“I catch your drift, Leo,” Sara replied with a smirk. But toyoung Len’s surprise, she stood up, picked up the notebook she kept between herlegs and the purse on the bar. “And like I said, you are very, very handsome.But I have someone to come home to.”
Young Leo, true to his word, just nodded in understanding.Still, Sara laid a hand on his shoulder and kissed the man’s cheek. “I think ‘Len’suits you more than ‘Leo’. But that’s just me.”
She left with a smirk, walking away with a sway on her hips.Young Len checked her out as she walked. “Hm. Len,” he said, and ordered abeer.
“I’m outside,” Sara said to remind her team. “Just a coupleof minutes till I get to the jumpship. I’ll be in the ship twenty minutes max.”
“Got it, Sara,” Ray replied in confirmation that the teamgot her message.
“And Leonard?” Sara asked.
“Yeah?” the man in question, whose chest felt lighter than afew minutes ago, answered.
“You better be naked inour bed the moment I open the door to our room.”
can i pls request a fanfic of past sara talking to future sara (or vice versa), just like in the finale, about leonard and her feelings for him or something like that? thanks!
Alright here we go! Hope you like; sorry for any mistakes.
For this fic Sara is the Sara who was from the past then becomes the permanent one in present I may refer to future Sara as an aberration or as future Sara to clear any confusion.
Also I had to add some stuff because I’m too depressed irl and this is my only escape ur welcome
Dis. Don’t own this show or else you would have seen shit like this on Tuesday ____________________________________________
“I know what your thinking.”
Sara raised her eyebrow at her future self. They had just finished their conversation about the spear and updating the team. They finally had a moment alone as their plan was being set in motion. Both Sara’s were still leaning on the table, mirroring each other.
Thinking about it, Sara’s face hardened and tried to blink away tears welling in her eyes.
“I’m you… Us. Me?” the future Sara shrugged her shoulder; she let a tear fall down her cheek.
Sara looked at her other self and tilted her head in understanding.
“It’s just…” Sara took a breath letting her own tear fall as her counterpart did, “Seeing him…” She let out a somewhat hysterical laugh.
The aberration reached out to put her hand over Sara’s. “I know,” she whispered softly, “I know.” Sara and future Sara looked at each other in understanding.
“No one on this ship knows how much he meant to me…” Sara looked up at her future, “Us. And-”
“And it never felt right to grieve,” the aberration continued, “To Mick. To the team.”
“We could use the spear. Fix it…” Sara muttered. She was still leaning against the table holding her other self’ s hand.
“Yeah, we could,” the future Sara stated as she watched her past self play with Snart’s ring on her hand.
“But we won’t…” Sara mumbled, twisting the ring.
“No,” a barely audible murmur.
A few moments of silence passed by between the two Saras. The ease and comfort Sara felt at sharing her feelings was a sentiment she had not felt since she had been with Leonard. Playing cards, talking, smirking, laughing-
“I’m in love with him.”
Suddenly, Sara gently let go of the aberration’s hand, and looked up. Sara stared into the eyes of her future self; her heart would of pounded out of her chest had it not been stuck in her throat.
“Yeah…” Sara was confused. She knew she had feelings for Leonard, but to what extent? They were a possibility, an almost, but her future self seemed so sure.
“I watched him-” the aberration paused closing her eyes to take a deep breath and hold back tears. “I watched him kill Amaya,” she opened her eyes to see her other self.
Both Sara’s eyes were welled with tears, but both determined to not let any fall.
Sara did not know what to say to her future self. Why would that help her realize that she loved-
“You know why,” the aberration answered her thought.
Sara nodded in realization.
“That bastard had come so far… It just made me realize how much.”
“He wanted to be better,” Sara mumbled.
“I like to think we were a part of that reason,” the aberration smiled.
“Everytime I hear the whir of that gun, feel that rush off cold air… See those, ice blue eyes,” Sara smiled brightly with a sadness recalling the crook, “I think he’s back. He is right there Sara… But it’s not him.” She let out a laugh. “Dammit, I love him.”
“Yeah, we do,” the aberration smiled sadly.
The two Sara’s shared a small smile. Wordlessly, they finished their conversation. Maybe one day.
Maybe sooner than they thought.
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Sara strode into the brig to meet with their final prisoner. Damien and Merlyn had been returned to their respected timelines and homes.
“Alright,” she took a breath avoiding the gaze of the crook, “Malcolm is back in 2016 where he belongs.”
She had saved the crook last, just wanting to have him close for as long as she could. Even if it wasn’t him.
“In prison?” drawled the crook who leaned against the wall, as the assassin came around the corner.
“No!” Sara smirked as she came to in front of the glass door. “His crappy apartment.”
“And what are your plans for me?” Leonard pushed off the wall to stand a few feet in front of her. Only a thin sheet of glass separated them. “I’m dead in 2017, remember?”
How could she forget?
“I’m not taking you back to 2017,” Sara calmly stated staring into his eyes.
He stared right back, mirroring her smirk, but with a hint of confusion. ______________________________________________
CENTRAL CITY 2014
Leonard shoved the metal door of the warehouse open, grimace present on his face as Sara followed him into the room.
“Should’ve done this back on the ship, Sara” he said. “Would’ve saved us a lot of time,” he sighed.
Sara continued to follow him into the room armed with her assassin skills and the memory erasing gun.
“I didn’t bring you here to kill you Leonard,” she softly stated.
“So what are we doing here?” he drawled without any malice or spite.
Sara went ahead of him opening the exit to the warehouse. “This is where Thawne recruited you for the Legion,” she pulled up the metal door. Sara looked out towards the city to take a quick breath letting the cold envelope her.
She turned to Leonard who was also staring out at the city line.
“I am gonna wipe your memory and put you on the right path,” Sara’s expression was blank.
He frowned. Still not looking at her, he started to walk slowly outside, and he began to speak. “You mean the path where I join up with some Brit-Twit, and die! Trying to save the world.” Leonard stared out at the water.
“No,” Sara looked at him softly with a smile, “You die trying to save your friends.”
“Still a death sentence,” Leonard softly said. He was afraid. Sara could see the fear on his face, and she wanted nothing more to ease his pain.
“Leonard, you end up being a better man,” she whispered just loud enough for him to hear.
“You mean softer,” he turned to face her in a soft growl.
“No,” she said taking a step closer. He looked down at her as they were only a couple feet apart and their eyes met. His pained fearful ones reflected to her sad ones. “I mean better.”
They stared at each other for a second, Leonard frozen in place, before Sara slowly reached to cup his cheek with one hand.
He winced and almost pulled away, but she pulled him down and grabbed his arm to reach up and meet his lips halfway. She pulled him into the kiss trying to pour everything that she wanted to say, but knew she shouldn’t. Couldn’t. Sara’s hand caressed his cheek, while the other pulled his head down closer hers. When the crook takes no action Sara began to pull away, but after the initial shock, Leonard’s stiffness subsided as he pulled his slender arms around her waist and placed his lips back onto hers. The kiss was fiery and passionate, unlike their previous short and sweet one. He was aggressive and despite his initial hesitation, he reciprocated.
After a while they pulled apart, each taking shaky, shallow breaths.
Leonard slowly pulled Sara away, not letting her go, so he could see her face. He had kissed girls and women before, but this was different. He was confused with the way his heart was beating. How he never wanted to kiss anyone else.
He lifted his hand to wipe away a tear that had fallen down Sara’s cheek. When had she stared crying?
“I don’t-” his voice was soft. The voice he saved just for her.
“I love you.” Sara looked up at him with her bright blue eyes with a downcast, but most beautiful smile he had ever seen.
Leonard began to feel tears well into his eyes. Holding the little blonde in his arms, he wanted nothing more than to make her love him. How could she? What the hell kind of person does he become, where such a beautiful girl can… Can- Love… Him?
“I have to wipe your memory now,” Sara muttered softly still holding onto the crook, her hands had slid down to his chest. She was looking at his eyes trying to memorize his features from this close proximity. Her almost lover.
“Wait,” he pleaded. Just wait. His eyes looked at her with a pure innocence that made her want to hold him, hide him, and never let him go. “I know you have to wipe my memory, but… Can you just please tell me what happened?”
Sara took a breath, unsure.
“Please,” he drawled trying to persuade her from rejecting his request.
Sara nodded solemnly. Talking to him, even if he won’t remember might give her some sort of closure.
“Long story short. Couple months after that, uh,” Sara huffed a laugh, “Brit-Twit recruits us, we have to destroy something called the Oculus and the Time Masters, or Bastards according to Mick,” the crook and assassin grinned at each other thinking of the pyro.
Sara’s face grew serious. “When we got there… Things were going okay, we were winning, but there was a fail-safe. Someone had to stay behind. Mick, he… He was there, but you knocked him out,” her voice was soft and sad. “You told me to go, I kissed you, I took Mick, and-” Sara let out a deep breath she didn’t know she was holding.
“I left you.”
“You did what you had to. Mick and you would both be dead had you not. Other me understood that. I do. You should too,” he stated.
“Yeah,” Sara whispered smiling sadly.
Sara’s heart clenched at the reminder that this was not her Leonard per se, but his words comforted her. Sara closed her eyes, and the thief suddenly embraced her pulling her close.
Sara was taken aback by the sudden action, but wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her waist. Maybe hearing about his death had been hard for him to hear. He was probably more afraid.
Slowly she pulled back, wiping a tear she hardened her expression.
“It’s time.”
Leonard nodded.
“Goodbye crook.”
Sara pulled out the memory ray gun an quickly flashed Snart staring at him for a second wistfully with a smile before walking away.
Leonard shook his head in a daze until he heard the door behind him click.
He looked down at the battery fuse of the memory ray with a smirk.
*Flashback*
“Yeah,” Sara whispered.
Leonard pulled her into a hug, which she had no issue with reciprocating. He felt bad for the way he was going about it, but the hug was for his sake too. As he found comfort in her arms he slipped down one hand into the cartridge of the memory gun. The thief slipped the fuse up his sleeve, all the while finding a tranquility in the blondes arms.
*Flashback End*
“See you soon assassin.”
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Woop that took quite the turn there! Please send me more prompts!! Sorry for any mistakes and I hope you enjoyed!
Hii so i love avalance a l o t but captain canary will always own my soul so i was wondering if you could maybe rewrite some parts of 3x15 with captain canary instead (ive been thinking about this for a few hours and boy it hurts) anyways thank you v much either way and in other news youre litterally my fav fic writer ever bye
Author’s Note: Ihaven’t watched an episode of Season 3, only clips from YouTube, but I’m up forthis prompt. I have to apologize if I failed to thread the story completelybased from the episode. Also, this is an homage to @firesoulstuff ’s comment on a post aboutLeonard accepting that Sara is damaged, after everything she’s been through—andhe gets that. There is nothing there is to fix because that’s what Sara is. Thanksfor the prompt. And thanks most especially to @ranger-of-estel for looking over this for me!
Death and Devotion
She’s walking in the halls of the Waverider, the softhumming of the ship filled her ears. She was wondering where the team is andupon looking for them, she felt motion behind her. It was a little girl inyellow, running to get to the galley. The kid eventually stopped and turned toher. The little girl spoke, her voice unfamiliar but still sent a chill downher spine. “You thought I forgot about you?”
Sara gasped, catching the air that she felt left her lungs.Before she could bolt out the bed, Leonard’s hand covered her own, keeping themclose to her chest. Her heart was beating fast and it distracted her so muchthat she didn’t notice him move closer to her. “Nightmare again?”
She nodded, settling down again on his chest, with his leftarm wrapping her and his right settled comfortable on Sara’s waist. Leonardnoticed Sara trying to even out her breathing, obviously trying to sleep again.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, raising his lefthand to soothe her arm.
Sara knows she can always say she’s fine and that it’snothing and he won’t force her to reveal what happened.. But the two of themhave been through a lot together that she knows she could trust him withwhatever it was. So she told him about her dream nightmare. About thelittle girl. About who she thinks the kid was. About how she hurt the kid. Lenjust listened. Slightly pulling her closer to him if her voice starts crackinga little. After her tale, she faced him. “I killed her father. Murder in cold blood.And she saw that. Len, she wasn’t supposed to see something like that.”
“I know,” Leonard interrupted, “but you’ve paid for that. That’snot you anymore, remember?”
Sara sighed, wanting to believe him but can’t. So Len spokeagain. “Hey. You are a strong, brave woman and I know you can fight your owndemons. You have been doing so for the longest time. But I’m more than willingto help kick some of those demons’ asses.”
Sara chuckled, digging her head on his armpit, making himlaugh himself. It took another minute before Sara raised her head and kissedhim softly, teasing him a little by softly biting his lower lip. “Thank you,”she said once they broke away from the kiss.
Len smirked and replied. “As long as you’re not dreaming ofsomebody else.”
Sara bit her lower lips, earning a confused look from theman beside her. “Well,” she started, “there was this one time…”
He groaned and pulled away from her but Sara pulled him backin. “I’m kidding!” Sara teased, only to be responded by a raised eyebrow fromSnart. She then continued, “It happened twice.”
“Great,” he groaned.
“They were just people with no faces,” Sara defendedherself. “And that happened before I had a boyfriend,” she continued, using herhand to take Len’s jaw so he could face her.
Len raised his head and with a smirk, he asked, “You callingme your boyfriend now?”
They’ve been without labels for a long time. Not that theyneeded one. They know how much the other means to them and labels seemedunnecessary. But, well, it wouldn’t hurt to have one, right?
“Maybe?” Sara answered. “I mean, why not? There’s no reasonnot to.”
The man’s eyes carried the smile. “And what will the peoplein your dreams say?”
Sara sat up a little, her blue eyes bright and wide awakenow. “Well, what can they say? They’re no Leonard Snart, robber of ATMs!”
She then pulled her blanket overthem as she straddles him, kissing his neck to his chest. And Leonard was aboutto reciprocate when the ship’s trusted AI chimed in.
“Sorry to interrupt, Captain, butwe need you in the bridge.”
Sara groaned aloud, obviouslyirritated. Leonard just chuckled. “Let’s go, Captain. Time to save history. Ormess it up. Either way, get dressed.”
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When they got to the bridge, Sara’smood sort of dropped from the light in her eyes when they were in their room.
She proceeded to the control panelsof the ship, letting the rest of the team including Gideon, discuss theanachronisms or the time cracks all over history.
“What happens if we don’t repairhistory?” Wally asked, face frowning at all the complications his teammatesdiscussed.
Ray and Nate answered with delight,making Len and Sara look at each other and roll their eyes.
Their psychic connection, as Jaxused to call it, was interrupted by a question from their newest teammate. “So,worse than flashpoint?”
“Allen did turn a baby girl into ababy boy,” Leonard replied, “but yes. Worse.”
With a sigh, Sara pushed herselfoff of the control panels to proceed to the center console, pairing the team upand giving them tasks to accomplish with the goals of lessening the time cracksthat frustratingly keeps on popping up like daisies.
While Sara was being a Captain, Lenwas still leaning at the back of one jumpseat, looking at her intently. Therewas a certain weight in her eyes, and he was then reminded of how they woke upearlier. Her nightmares lessened when they got together, but since Mallus cameto the scene, it kept coming back and by now it’s hard to pretend that he’s notworried. He is familiar with nightmares himself and how much energy and powerit takes off of a person. No matter how strong they are.
“And Len and I will be picking upEinstein from the Ice Age,” Sara ordered.
The team agreed and paired upimmediately, but their eyes were still on her. Remembering their talk of hersend-offs a few days ago, she rolled her eyes and dropped her head. “Alright,that’s it. No snazzy send-off. Mama’s got a headache.”
The team was more understandingthan usual, nodding and walking away one by one.
“Even when you don’t try, you stillgot it,” Nate said, patting their Captain’s back.
Zari walked by Leonard, nudging theman. “You know what to do, dad.”
Snart smirked at Zari and noddedbefore walking towards Sara. Once everybody was away, Len pulled her for aside-hug, kissing her temples. “Want to sit this one down?”
The blonde shook her head. “I’m notsending you off without back-up,” she said. “It’s alright.
Things weren’t alright.
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Sara was seduced by the DeathTotem. It engulfed her, resulting to her hurting the team. They knew it wasn’ther but they continued to plead with her, hoping to get the real Sara back. ButSnart knew better. He saw the damage it brought to the crew and no matter howbadly he wants to just talk to her and tell her to stop. But he knows it willfall on deaf ears. With Zari’s suggestion of using the jumpship, Len heeded forConstantine’s help to bring Sara back. The demonologist managed to help Saradeal with the presence of Mallus three weeks ago and he hoped that the Britcould help again. Constantine indeed helped him, and agreed to come to theWaverider. Once on the ship, they found Sara, half out of herself. It was hard,seeing Mallus use Sara as a vessel for a younger girl asking John to sacrificeSara to bring the said kid back—a life for a life. And John Constantine foundit hard to say no to that.
All that chaos led up to thismoment. With Sara lying on the floor of her very own ship. Pale and still as acorpse. Her crew present as witnesses. Leonard leaned down beside her and tookoff the Death totem from her neck. He held her hand, squeezing it and hestarted talking to her.
“Come on, assassin,” Leonard said,holding her hand. “You’re still there, I know you are.”
The woman is still unresponsive.Len felt his heart jump to his throat. “You are the strongest person I know.You’ve changed this team. You’ve changed us all. You’ve changed me. For thebetter. That’s on you. Hang on to that, Sara. Remember that.”
Still, nothing. He can hear Amaya’sshallow breaths, but chose not to look at her. Because if he saw her crying, hemight lose it, too.
“I thought we’re not dying on eachother again,” Leonard continued talking to her, holding her hand to his lips.“You promised me, remember? In the fortress of our room, with our sheets as ourwitness. Right? Come on. We need you, assassin. I need you.”
He started shaking Sara, gently atfirst. But her lack of response frustrated him. Leonard then glared atConstantine who’s been standing beside Mick. “Do something!” he yelled at him.“Why aren’t you doing anything!”
He was too exhausted aftereverything. None of these were supposed to happen. He never let go of her. Lenbrought her close to him, her head close to his chest. His lips on her temples,whispering pleas. “Come back to me. Come back to me; come on, please. Sara,please.”
Leonard heard a faint gasp and whenhe pulled away, Sara’s eyes were wide open, and when Len lets go of her, shelevitated, then swiftly snapped back. Her eyes back to blue, her hair turnedback to gold.
She dropped foot-first to theground, shook her head and upon seeing Leonard, threw herself over him, hugginghim tight. “Don’t ever tell me again you’re not a hero.”
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Leonard was already sitting on thebed of their room when Sara entered. She gave him a small smile and sat besidehim. “I have to tell you what happened.”
Leonard nodded and faced Sara. “Iheard the totem call me,” she began. “I didn’t know how that happened. It wasunlike the Spear of Destiny. This one was…drawing me in. I opened the box and Isaw…”
“Sara, you don’t need to…” Lenstarted. But Sara shook her head. “You need to know.”
So she continued. “I saw myself. Inthe Canary suit. What I was when I died. She asked me, how come you’re aliveand Laurel’s still dead. She told me I could bring her back to me.”
Leonard looked down, knowing thatthat’s something Sara would find difficult to say no to. His mind was away butit was brought back by her hands on his.
“Leonard, listen,” she said, voiceslightly shaking. “It’s in me. I am death, Leonard, and I want to say that thatpart of me left me but I’d be lying. It’s always there. It never left.” Tearswere already threatening to spill from her eyes and it took so much strength totear her body away from Leonard.
He ignored the lack of contact andresponded to her instead. “I know, Sara. People like you and me will alwayshave this darkness in us that we can’t just forget or set aside.” He held herhand again, and he felt her tense. Len lightened his hold on her but keptspeaking. “You shouldn’t feel like that’s your fault. This isn’t your fault.i’ve embraced everything that you were, and everything that you are. Nothing’sgoing to change that.”
Sara is crying and he can’t takeit. She squeezed his hand once before standing up, taking a few steps away fromthe bed. “I know that, Len. And you are incredible. You have made me so, sohappy. More than I deserve. Len, this?” she said, motioning between them, “Idon’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.”
Leonard scoffed and stood up too.“Bullshit,” he said. “Bullshit! I know what you’re trying to do, Sara. And I’mnot accepting it. If you tell me you don’t want me anymore, that’s a differentstory. I’d walk away and respect that. But you’re not getting rid of me justbecause you think happiness isn’t for you. I’m stubborn, Sara. You of allpeople know that. I’m a stubborn asshole and I’m not leaving.”
Sara brought her hand to his jaw.“You deserve so much better.”
He laid his own hand on top ofhers. “With all the shit the universe gave me, well, damn right I do. That’swhy I deserve you. That’s why I’m still here. Who cares about what we deserve?We lived our whole lives trying to survive. Why can’t we live our lives nowchasing what makes us happy? And you, Sara, make me so damn happy.”
Sara looked at him, seeing the acceptance. The sincerity.And the love. It’s there, blatant and obvious without him needing to say thewords. So much love in his eyes that it makes her cry.
She places both her hands on both sides of his face andtiptoed to kiss him, softly. Afraid to cause him another pain.
The kiss ended but Leonard kept their foreheads together.“We’re in this together, alright?”
She nodded. She loves him; that she knows for sure. Tellinghim that would be her next personal mission. But it’s been a long day andthey’re both tired, so when Leonard lifted her up and laid her to the bed, shedidn’t complain and just rested. Here’s to hoping that tomorrow would be abetter day.
Captain canary. What would have happened if Snart had been on the mission in Nanda Parbat in 1960 to get Sara back from the league
Thank you for this prompt!!
For me topull this prompt off, let’s imagine that the Chronos arc wasn’t in this episodejust to put Leonard in the Waverider when they figured out that Sara’s in NandaParbat.
Reminder
“What’s the one place in 1958 she already called home?”
“The League of Assassins.”
Leonard tried his hardest not to show his concern. Sara hasbeen the only person in the ship who didn’t look at him like a criminal is theonly thing that he is. And she has thanked him privately about how he talkedher down in Russia. And it was then that he realized that he has made it hismission to prove to this badass assassin that she is not the monster that shethinks she is.
His mind was away as the group discuss how to locate Sara.
Gideon then chimed in. “There is a mention of a Ta-eral-Sahfer.”
“That’s Sara’s League of Assassins name,” Leonard blurtedout, to the group’s surprise.
Rip just raised an eyebrow then shook his head. “Right,” hesaid. “According to the Shadow Record, she joined the League in 1958.”
Len proceeded to sit on the jumpseat he usually occupies. Heclosed his eyes, trying not to imagine how the past two years have been for his…friend.
“Are we going or what?” the agitation in his voice wasn’t missedby the crew.
“Gideon,” Rip ordered, “chart a course for Nanda Parbat.”
They infiltrated Nanda Parbat. It was easier than whatLeonard expected, given that it is supposedly guarded by assassins. Seemed likenone of these black-clad fighters were up to Sara’s caliber.
Rip decided that he was the best person to look for Sara. Itwould’ve been more effective it Kendra were to do it. Or him.
The next time they saw their captain, Sara was behind him andthey were being surrounded by assassins.
“Sara, what the hell?” Jax said, frustrated by how his friendeasily gave them up to the assassins.
She had a straight face, looking at all of them then stoppingat Leonard. He noticed her jaw clench. “You shouldn’t have come here.”
Snart didn’t drop the gaze and neither did she.
It was Jax who voiced out. “Yeah, we’re starting to get that.”
“We came here to rescue you,” Ray said, still as perky asever.
Sara’s fierce blue eyes left Snart’s and moved to Ray. “I don’tneed to be rescued. I’ve found peace here.”
“Peace with the League of Assassins?” Leonard said andscoffed. “You’re not a killer anymore. You’re not Ta-er al-Sahfer. Not anymore.You’re better than this.”
“And you’ll rot in here.”
That was Sara’s only reply. And before they know it, theywere being pulled and brought into dungeons and were tied by chains.
The team was discussing something about time-drift. That whensomeone spends too long in a timeline alien to them, they lose themselves. Andhe’s known enough from their card games and late night conversations to saythat Sara is trying to be the best version of herself. And he wouldn’t want tolose that.
Len’s eyes could’ve fallen from how much he’s been rollinghis eyes hearing the conversations of the team. Then their mighty captainwanted to talk to the Demon himself. Because of course that’s how the Legendsroll.
Their hands were still in shackles as they faced Ra’s alGhul. Sara was also there, not bothering to look at them.
And Rip-freaking-Hunter demanded a trial by combat to getSara back in the team.
“Do we have an accord?” Rip asked Ra’s al Ghul, who had asmall smile on his face.
The assassin nodded. “May victory be yours.”
Oh. He wasn’t the one to fight Rip.
“You see,” Ra’s replied, “I may choose any champion I wish,as may you.”
He chose Sara and she nodded in acceptance, eyes still notgracing the people she once called part of her team.
Rip looked at the line-up of Legends chained together,assessing who he’d choose as his champion.
“I’ll do it,” Leonard immediately offered.
Ray instantaneously complained. “You haven’t had very muchexperience in swordsmanship, Snart!”
Sara was now looking at him. Her face unreadable from anyemotion.
Rip then nodded at Leonard. “I choose Mr. Snart as mychampion.”
One assassin guarding them removed the chains restrainingLeonard. The crook looked at Ra’s al Ghul, who nodded towards the rack ofweapons on the wall. Sara approached the other rack on her side of the room,choosing two Chinese daos, swirling it like they’re nothing. Leonard looked athis options and reached out to a katana. A weapon he’s seen hanging on Sara’swall in her quarters.
As soon as the weapon’s on his hand, Sara marched towardshim, swinging her dao. All he heard were metals clashing and audible gasps fromthe team. Leonard was lucky. He was lucky that he spars with Sara. He was luckythat he’s seen her in action. And he’s lucky that Sara is holding back. Becauseof that, he knows there’s a crack in her former self that he can penetrate.
“You have to stop this,” Kendra begged Rip. “She’s gonna killhim!”
Rip looked at the two fighters. “Sara and Leonard have hadeach other’s backs from the beginning. He reminded Sara of her humanity once.He can do it again.”
Jax, worried that Leonard might not hold for so long, asked: “Beforeor after Sara kills him?”
“Sara,” he said, avoiding an extremely sharp sword that almostreached him. “Ta-el al-Sahfer. Or whatever you call yourself. I know you don’t wantto kill me.”
She just replied by gritting her teeth and growling as shestrikes. “Want is irrelevant,” she said coldly. “I serve Ra’s al Ghul.”
“You’re saying you don’t want a game of cards?” Leonard keptasking. “You don’t want a cold beer?”
He saw the slight pain in her eyes and in under ten seconds,Leonard felt a stinging pain on his right side. “Argh!”
She was about to strike again when Leonard dove under Sara’s outstretchedleft arm to avoid her. “Remember that move?” he said, trying to will the painaway. “You taught it to me.”
“Your teacher was excellent,” she replied, keeping up withwherever his body went.
Leonard dropped the katana to move towards the weapon rackand grabbed a weapon similar to hers. “She is,” he said.
From thinking of something to say to her, she bested Leonardwhich ended with him on the floor and on top of him, using her knees to preventthe man from getting up.
Kendra was screaming now and so was Jax. Asking her to letLeonard go.
“Sara,” Leonard said, feeling his blood drip from the woundon his side. “You are not a murderer or an assassin.”
She was murmuring something in Arabic that Leonard didn’t understand.He didn’t want to think that Sara was saying a little prayer before she killshim. So he gave it another shot. “You’re the White Canary! Remember that! Ahero in the light. Trying her best, for better or for worse. That’s you, Sara.And you have to remember that!”
It was supposed to be the final blow. But her blade hit thefloor instead of his face. Len didn’t even realize his eyes were closed. Andwhen he opened them, he saw Sara—the Sara he knows and cares for—eyes shiningwith unshed tears.
A soft whisper escaped her lips. “Len, I’m sorry.”
She sagged onto his body, clutching his hand as her ownpushed into his bloody right side. They don’t know how long it was, but soonRip was there, helping them up.
Ra’s al Ghul released Sara and the team. The walk to the shipwas slow, considering the weight of what happened earlier. And for Leonard, itwas the amateur stitch he got in the fortress.
The team went ahead, leaving Sara and Leonard behind.
“I thought you were dead,” Sara softly said, assistingLeonard from walking.
Len scoffed. “This team is hard to kill.”
“I don’t think so,” Sara replied, her tone lighter than whenthey found her. “I could’ve killed you if I wanted to.”
He nodded, remembering her eyes during their swordfight. “Butyou didn’t,” he said. “Don’t tell me my charmed worked under all your assassintraining.”
She laughed. And Leonard guessed that it was her firstgenuine laughter in maybe two years. “Yeah, Snart. I just thought you were toohandsome to kill.”
Two years is impossible to bring back.
But bringing Sara back seems achievable. And Snart will makeit his personal mission to remind her of who she was and where she was headingbefore being left behind.
Captain canary. Pre-relationship. Leonard falling into a frozen river in winter and Sara has to warm him up with direct skin contact. Resulting in her seeing his scars and asking about them and comforting him when he opens up and ending in a magnificent cuddle session? Please and btw I absolutely love your account
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He’s shivering and his wet clothes are clinging tightly tohis body. Leonard badly wants to blame Sara for why he fell into the frozenriver just because he’s not in the most comfortable situation. But if it wasn’thim drenched in ice-cold water, it would be her. Their accessories were donnedso they could wear era-appropriate jewelries. They kept it in a box which fellin the river beneath the mini-bridge they crossed. In it was the necklaceLaurel gave Sara and a few rings she wears. The look on Sara’s face was enoughto make Leonard jump in the water and dive in for the box. And they’ve beenthrough one near-death icy-cold experience. Hell’ll be damned before he seesSara shiver like he’s seen her before.
“Stupid Snart,” Sara muttered dragging him to the riverbank. “You’regonna die of hypothermia because of a necklace. How stupid.”
“Y-your sister g-gave you the ne-necklace,” Leonard triedsaying as he sat down, clutching his coat closer to his body.
Sara removed Leonard’s grip on his coat and tugged it away. “Removethis,” she said.
Leonard tried arguing but words failed to escape his lips.Sara saw his resentment with his pulled eyebrows. So she pulled away.
Sara sighed and said softly, “Len, we’ve been here already.Wet clothes just makes this worse. We’re still far from the ship. I don’t evenknow if the team got our message. You have to trust me.”
“I can m-make it,” Leonard replied. “Let’s j-just…just…”
“You can’t even finish a sentence, Snart! You want to die ofhypothermia, just tell me so I can make things easier for you and snap yourneck now. But if not, you have to take your damn clothes off and let me helpyou!”
With his shivering lips, he tried glaring at her. “You h-haveto try harder f-for me to take m-my clothes off fo-forr you, as-assassin.”
Sara smiled and sat beside him, taking his shaking hand inhers. “Don’t die on me?”
And that did it. Leonard smirked back. “I’d n-never,” hereplied. “Y-you’d like it t-too much.”
She smiled and shook her head. “You want to remove themyourself?”
With his jaw restricting longer sentences, Len just raisedhis hands. “Numb.”
With a nod from the man, Sara removed the coat from him,trying not to focus on the cold air herself. “Coat’s wet and heavy. Help me outa little.”
Snart loosened up a little and helped her get him out of thecoat. Once that was out of the way came the sweater. “Raise your hands up.”
He was hesitating, but the cold is now digging in his bones.She’ll see his arms now, and she’ll see his scars. He’s not as comfortable asshe is. Sara was showed her scars nonchalantly when they first sparred. He’dask what happened to which scar and she answered honestly. It was a part ofher, she said. And she wouldn’t wish them away.
“Len?” Sara interrupted his thoughts. “Come on, you’reshaking. Let’s get this off.”
He complied, and once he’s left with his undershirt, heclosed his eyes, afraid of what he’ll see on Sara’s face.
Sara just spoke again. “Last layer, Len. Come on.”
Leonard allowed her once again to take his shirt off, stillnot opening his eyes. The next thing he knew, Sara’s coat is off her back now.She unbuttoned her top and hugged Leonard, allowing their skins for directcontact before opening the coat to cover both of them.
Sara melted into his warmth and allowed herself to comecloser to his body. She felt Leonard’s body settle a little more, allowinghimself to lean on Sara more.
“Feeling better, Len?” Sara whispered, not bothering to makeit loud since Leonard’s head is leaning on her shoulders anyways. She doesn’t evenknow if he knows it’s there.
He nodded, whispering something Sara didn’t understand. Saraplaced her hand softly on his back, rubbing it for added warmth. Leonard tensedat first, but maybe because his muscles are tired, maybe because he sees nopoint to it—and maybe because he trusts Sara that much—that he let her.
Her hands landed on a few on of his older, deeper scars. Sheknows what they feel like. She has her own. And the fact that they litter hisbody, made her hug him closer.
“Give me a name,” she whispered.
Leonard raised his head a little. “What?”
“Whoever gave you one of these,” Sara said, her fingertipsdancing on the scar below his shoulder blades, “give me a name and I’ll endthem.”
He scoffed, laying his head back to the crook of her neck. “Youare not a killer anymore, remember?”
“Well then I’ll just hurt them. Slowly. For days,” shereplied.
He was lucky Sara couldn’tsee the smirk on his face. “D-dealt with that already. Nothing l-left for you.”
Sara then realized what he was saying. Lewis has beenmentioned one night of card games and although Leonard didn’t go into details,his snarky comments and his body language said it all. Lewis hurt people. Hehurt his family. And whatever Leonard did, she was sure that Lewis deserved itand more.
“Scars are personal. I shouldn’t have said anything,” Sarareplied, placing her hands on Leonard’s nape and pulling him closer afterfeeling the cold gush of win surround them.
Leonard hummed. “You’re two or three card games away fromknowing anyways. I don’t know why I trust you, assassin. I just do. Should’vebrought more bricks to build a stronger wall when I decided that playing cardswith a sexy assassin is a good way to pass time.”
“Careful, Snart. You’re losing your filter,” Sara replied,not hiding the smile on her face or the smile on her voice.
They heard footsteps running towards them and once they werecertain that it wasn’t a threat to their safety, Sara pulled away to buttonback her top and close her coat around Snart.
Gideon found them and Ray and Mick came running to get themto the ship fast. Sara headed straight to get a hot shower while Leonard wasled to the medbay for Gideon to check on him. Once he was cleared, he headed tohis room to shower and bundle up.
About half an hour later, he heard a knock on his door.Knowing who it was, he asked Gideon to open it. Sara entered with a smile onher face, holding two mugs on one hand and a blanket on another.
“It was cold in my room,” she said as an explanation, andgave a mug to him. “I tried, but it’s not as good as your hot cocoa.”
Len chuckled. “Nothing’s as good as my hot cocoa.”
They talked about the previous mission as they drank thesteaming drink. Laughed about the clothes they had to wear. And when they’redown to the last drop, Len took their mugs and placed it on his bedside table.
He sat in an Indian sit infront of her and Sara did, too.Leonard’s gaze was intense but not uncomfortable. Sara doesn’t know what’s onhis mind but she knows that the crook might just pick the lock on the box whereshe’s been keeping her feelings for him. And surprisingly, that doesn’t seemlike a bad thing.
Instead of saying anything, Len took his long sleeves off toallow Sara to see the scars tfounhat littered his body.
“After keeping me alive earlier, I think we could skip thecard games,” Leonard initiated. “I know your scars. Would you like to knowmine?”
Leonard didn’t hesitate to answer every question she had. Hefiltered nothing and bared it all. Sara didn’t hold back and opened her heart.She gave new memories to his worst scars. And none of them felt cold thatnight.
After coming back from a mission, Sara felt sick and Leonard took it upon himself to take care of her, ending up discovering something they failed to address for a long time.
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“You should’ve been out there, Gray,” Jax said as he and half of the team entered the bridge.
For some reason, they landed in an isolated island in the far future where the US government contained the virus-infected citizens who are turned into, for the lack of better term, zombies.
Jax, Mick, Nate, Sara, and Ray were the ones assigned to extract a rare gem from the heart of the island. Each of them has their own roles in the mission. Sara and Mick were assigned to be the muscles of the mission, beating zombies up who dared cross their path. It’s no secret that Mick is enjoying this mission. Ray and Nate were assigned to do the actual extraction. Nate is their human compass, telling them where to find the gem. Ray’s suit has been upgraded to be able to dig out fast. Jax came along to help Sara and Mick, but mainly because he likes zombies just as much as Mick likes ninjas.
Rip opted to stay to serve as a guide for the team while Gideon monitors their location. Amaya was invited to help but declined because of her bad memories from their first zombie experience. Stein still shuddered at the mention of zombies and Leonard, naturally, doesn’t like the idea of zombie blood and remains landing on him.
“I have to admit, that’s got to be the most fun I’ve had in a while,” Ray replied, highfiving Amaya.
Professor Stein sat down on the nearest jumpseat to him. “Since when are zombies considered fun, Dr. Palmer?”
Gideon interrupted the crew. “The next course is set, Captains. We’re prepared to jump whenever you are.”
Everybody moved to their seats except for one crook. Leonard’s stare haven’t moved from where it was—at Sara.
She hasn’t said a word ever since their return and Snart noticed her face pale and her lips colorless. First, he though she was just squeamish about the blood and the walking dead but then he noticed her slow and deep breaths.
The rest of the team was already on their seats when Leonard started walking towards Sara briskly.
Then her knees gave out.
Leonard was just close enough to catch Sara as she fainted. He heard Jax yell something that made the team look at them. He wasn’t able to hear what he said.
“What happened, Mr. Snart?”
“Is she okay? Is she hurt?”
“Sara, you okay?”
Irritation is what Leonard felt with all the questions the rest of the Legends are asking—annoyed that he doesn’t know the answer himself. Without saying a word, Leonard carried Sara bridal style to the Medbay, feeling a familiar presence behind him. It’s Mick stalling the rest of the team.
“Gideon, prepare the Medbay please,” Leonard said as he took long strides to get to the infirmary, “Hurry. Sara’s pale. I don’t know what she needs.”
He immediately placed her in the med bed once he got to the Medbay, removing the heavy and bloody coat she’s wearing and covering her with his lighter jacket.
He was checking her pulse for how fast or how slow is it when the crew poured in. They continued bombarding him with their questions but Leonard kept silent. He stood close to her and brushed her hair out of her face. He placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it.
Gideon was in the process of scanning her body when Stein frantically said, “Oh my lord, she’s turning into a zombie.”
“She’ll get better, Professor,” Mick said, walking away from where he leaned on the wall to get closer to Snart. “Look at me. You fixed me.”
“I really don’t like this,” Amaya said, crossing her hands over her chest.
“She was okay a while ago,” Nate told the team.
Rip stood closer to the med bed, inspecting the situation. “What happened before she fainter, Mr. Snart?”
Before Leonard could speak, Gideon answered for him:
“Captain Lance is experiencing vasovagal syncope, resulting from an abnormal circulatory reflex. Her heart pumps more forcefully and her blood vessels relax but the heart rate cannot keep up to maintain blood flow to the brain. My assumption is that this is due to fatigue, dehydration, and intense heat among other things.”
Leonard furrowed his brows and squeezed her shoulders even harder.
The team started stressing out, arguing why Sara was in bad condition and blaming themselves for not seeing that she’s becoming weaker for the duration of their mission.
Mick approached Snart closer, seeing how tense his partner was.
“Get them all out of here,” Leonard said in his deep voice.
“What’s that, boss?”
“They’re not helping,” Snart replied. “Gideon and I can handle this.”
Mick placed a hand on the man’s shoulder. “They’re just worried.”
“I know. Tell them to worry somewhere else.”
Mick took his hand off of him and shifted his weight on his other leg. But he remained silent.
“Mick,” Snart warned. “Get them out or I’ll kill all of them.”
The bigger man just sighed and started pushing people out the Medbay. He silently explained to the complaining Legends that Snart elected himself to take care of Sara and that nobody is to annoy him for the rest of the day.
Leonard tells himself he doesn’t care anymore. He’s mad and he’s blaming Sara for not taking care of himself. He started blaming Gideon because she allowed Sara to get out of the ship. He told himself to get the anger out of his head and just do whatever it is that Gideon orders him to do.
The AI ordered him to administer an IV fluid that would help Sara replenish the liquids she lost. She also asked him to continuously check if the color returns to her lips. Leonard injected additional supplements on her, as per Gideon’s instruction.
It wasn’t Gideon though who told him to get a damp cloth and get rid of the mud, the sand, and the blood that stained Sara’s arms and leathers. It wasn’t Gideon who told him to kiss the back of her hand.
As soon as the IV container was emptied, the AI gave Sara the clearance to exit the Medbay should she wish to rest someplace else.
Given that she’s still knocked out—sleeping, Gideon said—Leonard took the liberty of carrying her again and taking her to her room. She wouldn’t like it if she wakes up in the Medbay.
He thought about bringing her to his room but he reminded himself that they weren’t in that level of friendship yet. In addition to that, he really doesn’t want to die mere seconds after the woman he’s taking care of wakes up.
He placed her gently on her bed and fixed the pillow under her head. Leonard then requested for Gideon to make her room a little cooler and then placing the thin blanket over her. He still has that intense look on his face as he ran his fingers through her wavy blonde hair. “Rest well, Lance.”
Leonard took that time to scan Sara’s room. He’s been in her room many times but he’s never really scanned the things she has in there. For some reason his eyes were always drawn to her, not minding any of the things around him. That was Sara’s effect on him.
Her being asleep gave him an opportunity to roam around the small room. Hanging on one wall were her weapons (of course he knows they’re here)—cases for her knives, her bo staff, and two katanas he always thought of stealing but would never dare to.
Next to the weapons is her closet. As much as he wants to explore more, he also wouldn’t want to open it. The only thing left for him to scan was the bedside table. He sat on the edge of her bed, careful not to disturb her from her deep sleep.
Only three things were on top of her desk—a picture frame with the picture of her and Laurel, a knife (no shock there), and a familiar deck of cards.
Leonard first picked up the knife. He doesn’t even attempt to run his finger on the edge. He knows it’s sharp, judging by the looks of it. He placed it down and took the picture frame. A smirk grew on his face as he looks at young Sara, grinning from ear to ear with her arms over Laurel. He wouldn’t have thought they were siblings if he hasn’t seen this picture before. They were both beautiful, but still so different. His eyes went to young Sara again. It’s her smile that stunned him. He could only count on his one hand the times he’s seen Sara smile like this.
He felt Sara stir and groan, making him place down the frame. Leonard felt her shiver so he placed her blanket higher so it reaches her chin.
Leonard’s eyes went back to the table to inspect the last item—the deck of cards. It’s the same one they used to play during down times in the ship. It’s been a little over a year since he last saw this deck. They haven’t played a single game ever since he got back in the team. There are always more important things to do, people to save, and timeline to fix.
The edges of the box are almost torn apart. Its age is showing. He shook the box, checking if it still has the cards in it—and it does. He opened it and instead of a card, a folded post-it fell out.
He unfolded the post-it and saw his own writing: “Sara. I’ll be right back. –Len”
He then remembered when he wrote this. They were stuck on the temporal zone for a week with nothing to do but keep each other sane. They do it by playing cards. In the middle of a game, Gideon called Sara’s attention because Kendra needed help with something. She promised she’d be back quick. Leonard decided to take the time to grab some snacks and drinks for them. He wrote on the post-it he had lying around his room and stuck it on the deck box.
“Where the hell am I?” Sara said, wiping her eyes.
Leonard placed the box back on the bedside table and gave all of his attention to the waking blonde. “Don’t freak out,” he said. “Don’t kill me. You’re in your room. You fainted.”
“I…what?”
“Fainted,” Leonard replied. “Fell down face first in front of everybody.”
Sara groaned. “I’m a wimp.”
Leonard gave a small laugh. “No, you’re not. You just pushed yourself to your limit. Gideon already took care of you. Just rest. Eat. Drink. Then you’re ready to kick ass again.”
“I’m assuming you were the one who brought me here,” she said as she sat up and leaned on her headboard. “Thank you.”
“Just…take care of yourself.”
“I will.”
Sara’s gaze went to the things on her bedside table and noticed that the things weren’t where she placed it. “Snooping now, are we?”
“Just curious,” Leonard shrugged. He took the post-it note again and showed it to her. “Why is this still here?”
Sara bit her lip and looked down at her joined hands. “I forgot to throw it.”
“Really?” he said, one eyebrow up and his face tilted.
She sighed and finally decided to look at him. Leonard almost looked away, unable to handle her piercing blue eyes. “I…I kept it because, um, because I needed it.”
Leonard looked at her with a confused look on her face.
She continued:
“When you died, I—I tried to accept it. I tried forgetting you even got on board. I actually managed to do it every time we’re on a mission. But at night…the nights were different. It’s cold and quiet and then I started to miss you. Sometimes I’d train. Sometimes I just force myself to sleep. But most nights, I’d go into your room and sleep on your empty bed. I’d wear one of your jackets and sleep. Because I miss you. And because I know you’re never going to come back.”
Sara softly took the post-it from Leonard’s hands and started again. “I stuck this underneath your desk when I returned in the room the day you wrote this. You weren’t there yet and you had no trash bin so I just hid it there. One night, I was sitting on your room’s floor and remembered this was there. The note said you’d be back. I knew you wouldn’t be back but from that moment on, every time I see this, I started pretending that you’ll suddenly barge in my room carrying a bottle of vodka with that annoying smirk of yours. I started pretending you’d just come in and tell me you’re back and that the nights aren’t gonna be lonely anymore. This little ‘I’ll be right back’ became my assurance that one day, maybe you will. And you did. And—“
Whatever Sara was trying to say was cut short with Leonard’s lips on hers. Sara was in shock for the first few seconds but when she felt his hand on her cheek, she immediately reciprocated without any doubt on her mind.
The moment they broke the kiss for air, Leonard pulled her closer without taking their foreheads apart. “No more going away,” he whispered, “no more stalling and waiting for the right time. We have now, Sara. I’m not gonna let this one go. I’m not gonna let you go.”
“I’d like that,” Sara replied, then kissed him softly again. “I’d like that very much.”
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“You think Sara’s okay now?” Amaya asked Mick as they were eating sandwiches on the study.
Mick shrugged. “Let’s ask Gideon.” He then looked up at the ceiling. “Gideon, how’s Blondie?”
Gideon’s clear voice resonated throughout the room: “Captain Lance wanted me to tell anyone who asked that she’s now okay and is being taken care of by Mister Snart.”
Mick started laughing. “They’re doing it, aren’t they?”
Gideon stayed silent without giving an answer that only made Amaya chuckle and Mick laugh even louder.
“It’s about time!”
Prompt: “...Sara was sick but the team didn't know and suddenly she collapsed leaving len to worry then he took her to med bay, they have a talk about her and/or a kiss maybe or something whatever ending you want to make...”
I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it <3
Can someone write a super unrealistic captain canary shipper dream fic were in this last episode some how sara and len reunite and snart comes back. Or someone prob Mick uses the spear to bring snart back and because the team is int he time-stream they know snart died and recognize time has been altered when he returns and we have a lovely captain canary reunion?! I need some goodness in life 😭
Oil wrestling, aka grease wrestling, is the Turkish national sport involving two guys in kisbets (leather trousers) oiling each other up and wrestling. The matches are won by achieving an effective hold of the other's kisbet to get him on his back. Thus, they aim to control his opponent by putting his arm through the other's pants. Here is what a grease wrestling match looks like...
Cue my odd prompt for @csprompter .
Captain Charming strip down to leather pants, oil each other up and engage in a vigorous wrestling match in the backyard, leaving them all hot and sweaty when Emma and MM show up and are like "Um, what are you guys doing?"
Little Hope is holding onto Emma's hand. "Mommy, why does Papa have his hand down Grandpa's pants?"
And the guys are like, "We're just oil wrestling, what?"
