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Oops?

Hey! So! I’m not dead! Surprised? Me too!

This story was written for my good friend @comfortably-chaotic-mind - I love them, please go follow them and read whatever they post. Some ColdFlash written just for you, buddy, since I know I haven’t written much...and this is honestly kind of garbage and not in any way explicitly ColdFlash until the end, and I might eventually continue it in a real story (probably not). But anyway! Good job with school! Here you go!

Oops? a ColdFlash Fic for @comfortably-chaotic-mind - 4700 words

“Allen.”

He glanced up, fingers pausing their furious typing but still hovering over the keys. “Yeah?”

“There’s some guy at the door, says he knows you.”

Barry’s brow scrunched. “Who?”

His roommate shrugged. “Didn’t give a name. Said he was your friend, asked me to get you.” A pause, and he looked over his shoulder almost nervously. “He’s creepy, dude—I think he might be on the run. Who the fuck you hangin’ out with?”

Realization dawned, and he laughed. “Oh, okay,” he said, still laughing. “Yeah, it’s fine. It’s just Len—you can let him in.”

“You sure?”

Barry rolled his eyes. “Yes, Hal. I promise he won’t steal your stuff.”

His roommate’s eyes narrowed at that. “Even more suspicious,” he muttered, but he disappeared back into the hall.

There were muffled voices—Hal telling Len where to find him—and then the front door shut and the TV in the living room turned on. If he listened really carefully, he could hear quiet footsteps on the creaky stairs.

The door to his bedroom-slash-office opened again, and he turned back to his computer. The data report wasn’t going to finish itself. It didn’t take long for the door to shut, and then a man’s figure came to lean against the desk beside his arm.

“No Cold-Gun today?” Barry asked, conversational. “How bold of you. You know, without that thing, I could take you to jail whenever I want.”

The man scoffed. “We have a deal, Scarlet—I don’t kill, you don’t turn me in. I haven’t killed anyone, so…”

He rolled his eyes. “What do you want, Snart?” he sighed. “And how did you even find me?”

“I asked Vibe.”

Barry waited for him to continue, but he left it at that, so Barry finally stopped talking and looked up with a raised brow and a completely nonplussed expression. “What do you want, Cold?” he snapped.

Len just frowned. “What are you doing here, Scarlet?”

“What do you mean?” He gestured pointedly around them. “I’m working.”

“You work in Central City,” the man corrected, almost…grumbling.

Barry shook his head, face scrunching in utter confusion. “No, I mean—I had to go back to school.”

“Back?”

“Yeah? Back? This is where I went to get my degree in the first place, and now I have to take an updated course. Just a few weeks. I should be back by next month. I’m even getting paid for it.” He grinned, though it almost immediately fell when Len just stared at him. “What?”

“When did you get your degree?”

“Every CSI has a college degree, Snart. It’s mandatory.”

“No. When were you in Coast City?”

He shrugged. “I moved the summer after high school. School for three years, training for one, and then I went home.” The other man was silent, and his brow scrunched in concern. “Why?”

Len shook his head. “No reason,” he said quietly, glancing around the room. The way he said it indicated that there was, in fact, a reason, but that he would not be disclosing it. “What are you doing back?”

“Refresher course,” Barry replied slowly. “They updated the curriculum for the new tech we have now, and Singh offered to send me back here instead of doing the course in Central, since Coast City is way better in the university department.”

The other man didn’t ask anything else, still looking around the room, and the speedster sighed deeply.

“Look, Snart, I have a lot of work to do, so if there’s a reason for this visit, please get to—”

“What was it like,” he interrupted, the words rough and halting, as if he were forcing them out of his throat, “for you, when you were in your coma?”

Barry blinked in surprise. “How do you know about that?”

“Humor me, Scarlet.”

“I…” He hesitated before shaking his head. “Well, it was hard, at first. Not just because I woke up with superspeed, but—when I was…asleep…I was just dreaming. About anything, everything—and it didn’t really feel like anything more than just regular dreams and stuff. And then I woke up, and it had been, like…nine, ten months without me even noticing. So I had to deal with that.” He sighed. “The world just kind of…I mean, the world doesn’t stop because a random CSI is in a coma. No one really cared—No one other than Iris and Joe, and STAR Labs kinda. So, yeah. It was rough for a while. Everything had changed, and I didn’t even get to see it.”

Len was quiet for a long moment. Barry watched him carefully, searching for any sign as to what this was all about.

Finally, the older man sighed and shook his head. “How did you know it was me at the door?”

“Hal’s description,” he replied without hesitation. “He’s pretty intuitive about stuff. Said you looked like you were on the run, and creepy, and suspicious, but if he thought you were actually dangerous, he would have come out and said it. And you’re the only one I know that could pull that off and still say, I’m a friend of Barry’s, can you get him? with a totally straight face.” He shrugged. “Anyone else who might have done that is still in Central. I got an update last night—they all went out to celebrate Caitlin’s first official catch.” He grinned.

Len rolled his eyes. “You left a bunch of newbies to protect the city,” he sighed disapprovingly.

Barry frowned. “You know, when we first met, I was a newbie,” he pointed out. “I had only been a speedster for like—a month.” He huffed. “Cisco and Iris have it under control for now. It’s fine. The city’s in good hands.”

“I don’t like it.”

The speedster paused, head tilted as his eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“I just don’t. A lot can happen without the Scarlet Speedster around.”

“There are three other speedsters in town right now. I think they’ll be fine.”

“None of them are you.”

“What’s your point, Len?” he sighed, exasperated now. “Did something happen?”

“No.”

Just then, Barry’s alarm sounded, startling him. It was noon: officially lunchtime. He huffed, shutting down his laptop and standing to stretch. Then his phone started beeping again—not his alarm, this time, but his text-tone. And then it started ringing. Like, ringing ringing, in the way it only did when Cisco’s latest installation was being put to use.

He had only let him put the app on his phone a few weeks ago, before going to Coast City, just in case. If several people called him at once, he could choose which he wanted to answer rather than hearing the busy-line beeping noise when he answered the phone.

Barry raised a brow and reached for the device.

Len grabbed his arm, pulling him back. “Don’t answer that,” he all but ordered. “Trust me.”

“Why?” His face scrunched. “What’s going on?” he demanded.

“They’re just going to tell you that I’m on my way here,” the man explained carefully. “And since I’m already here, you don’t need to know.”

“How did you get here so fast, then?” Barry retorted.

“Kara lent me her generator.” Len shrugged. “She was…strangely nice.” His brow rose. “I’m guessing you only told her the good parts, and not that I’m a criminal?”

The speedster ran a hand through his hair. “Maybe? By the time I met her, you were with the Legends.” He paused. “How did you meet her?”

“Long story.”

“Obviously, I’ve got time.” He crossed his arms and glared pointedly. “What the hell is going on, Len? What did you do in Central that has everyone trying to get ahold of me? When did you get back from the Waverider? Why are you here?”

“I didn’t know where else to go!” Len shouted, expression crumpling. “Mick won’t talk to me, Lisa’s underground, Sara thinks I’ve lost my mind, and the rest of the crew—they can barely look at me after what they did! What they let me do!”

Barry was utterly confused, now, and he took a slow step forward as if approaching a scared, wounded animal. “What are you talking about?” he asked carefully.

“I died, Barry.”

He froze—actually froze, standing stock-still like a robot shutting down. This was… “What?” he asked. “What…That…What?”

Len sighed, slumping down into the vacated office chair. “The Time Masters were—They were gonna let Vandal Savage wreck the timeline. Kill whoever he wanted. They said they had to, to ensure the world’s survival.”

“What does that mean?”

“In a couple hundred years, we’re going to be invaded by Thanagaar—an alien planet with a warlike people. And the Time Masters don’t think we’ll make it unless Savage is there to help us. So, they let him do what he wants, shape the world into what he thinks is best, and he’ll save the world.”

“It’s Vandal Savage, Len. He can’t be trusted.”

“I know,” he snapped. “We all knew that.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We decided to destroy their time-keeping device. The Oculus, they called it. It held the records for every timeline, every little change that would or could occur. Destroy that, and time is guided by freewill.”

“And?”

“And the only way to destroy it was to stand right next to it, holding down the button until it exploded.” He looked up, watching the horror dawn across Barry’s face, and nodded. “Ray was going to be the one, thinking his Atom suit would protect him, but we saw that it wouldn’t. And then Mick tried to step in, because Rip convinced him it was the way to repent—by saving his friend. I couldn’t—I couldn’t let him die.”

“Len…”

“I couldn’t let Mick die, Barry,” he snapped. “Not like that. Not when I—I was the one who dragged him into the whole thing. Into the Legends. He followed me, after everything, after everything I did to him, and…and I couldn’t do it.”

“I get it.”

“I knocked him out, took his place…blew up the Oculus. Took out half the Time Masters, too.”

“And then?”

“I died. Disintegrated. Became…Nothing.”

Barry reached out to set a hand on his shoulder, brow scrunched in sympathy. “How long?”

“I don’t know.” Len shook his head. “Days? Years? Centuries? I…I wasn’t sleeping, exactly, or dreaming. It was all…real. And then you were there. Every time I managed to pull myself together, every time I relaxed into the pain enough to think…You were there.”

He was confused again. “I don’t remember…”

The man was already shaking his head. “An older version of you,” he clarified. “You were…maybe thirty?” He sighed. “There were so many fragments, different timelines…It’s hard to keep track. Most of them didn’t make sense.”

“Why?”

“I’d rather not say. If you don’t mind.”

Barry shrugged. “That’s fine, I guess. It’s your trauma.” He sighed. “So this was maybe…three, four years in the future.”

“Most of it.”

“And the rest?”

Len looked away at that, silent for a minute. Then, quietly, “The last one was a few weeks ago. He brought me back to the Waverider.”

“He?”

“You…Future-You.” He chuckled softly. “I fell through a wormhole onto his kitchen floor.”

Barry laughed. “I’m sure that was surprising.”

Len shrugged. “He didn’t seem surprised. But it could have been because he was older.”

“What do you mean, he didn’t seem surprised?”

“He…” Hesitation, again. “He just leaned over and said, Finally. Then he helped me up, explained some science stuff that I couldn’t understand, and offered to take me back to my time.”

“How old was he—I?” Barry stuttered.

“Forty? Maybe forty-five?” Another shrug. “You might have been older, though—I had a feeling. Speedster aging must be slower.”

“Strange.” He shook his head. “How long did you stay with the Legends?”

“Not long. Like I said, they can barely stand to be around me.” He sighed. “It didn’t take much to get them to drop me off in 2016.”

“You still haven’t told me how you met Supergirl. She’s on another Earth, Len—the Waverider couldn’t have taken you there, and I don’t think you have any favors left with Cisco. So how did you meet?”

Len nodded, thoughtful. “That…is complicated.”

“More complicated than literally dying?”

“Yes.”

Barry huffed and sat down on his bed, crossing his arms. “Hit me with it, then.”

“First of all, I didn’t meet her this year. I met her…probably at least fifteen or twenty years from now. It’s all a little fuzzy.”

“Why?”

“She—Well, her team, really…They were the ones who pulled my threads together.” He shook his head. “They didn’t mean to, not really—they were looking for some sort of robot, or something—but they got me out first. I was unconscious for that part. Woke up in a hospital bed next to Kara’s.”

“She was hurt?”

Len shook his head again. “Not exactly…More drained. The machine they used drew power from her. She insisted it was fine, that she just needed some Vitamin D, and she’d be fine.”

“Her power comes from the Sun.”

“I know that now—I didn’t know back then.” He sighed. “She asked who I was…and when I told her, she immediately asked if I knew you and Oliver.”

“Of course she did,” he muttered. “And then?”

“I don’t remember a lot of it,” Len admitted. “She gave me one of her spare generators, and then I woke up on Older-Barry’s kitchen floor.” A scoff. “And then I get home to a crew that no longer wants anything to do with me. They dropped me off in Central. I looked for Lisa, but it looks like she’s underground—she’s not at any of her usual safehouses.”

Barry grimaced, shifting slightly in his seat. “Um…”

The former villain narrowed his eyes. “What’s that, Scarlet?”

He winced. “Lisa’s not underground, Len.”

“What are you talking about? Is she in jail?”

“No…” Barry sighed. “She’s on Earth-2.”

“Why?” Len demanded, lurching from his seat.

“Because she’s sick,” he said calmly, holding his hands up in a placating gesture. “Harry—Earth-2 Wells knew a doctor who specializes in her condition, one who’s much better than anyone we know on this Earth, and we sent her over there to get help. Cisco’s probably on his way there right now to tell her you’re back.” He paused. “Actually, she’s probably with the you who lives there, now that I think about it.”

“What?” That made him pause in his anger, at least, now confused and concerned. “Why?”

“I don’t think you want to know,” Barry hedged. “But she’s in good hands, I promise.”

“Just tell me, Barry.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “The doctor I told you about, the specialist? It’s her—Earth-2 Lisa Snart is a bio-engineer with a Medical Degree. Basically, she’s Caitlin. Minus the ice powers and with the addition of some pretty sweet inventions.” He grimaced. “Her brother is…the Mayor. Of Central City. They killed their dad when they were kids—self-defense.”

Len was quiet for a moment. Then: “You’ve met, then?”

He nodded. “Twice, actually. Once on accident…and then again when Harry introduced us to Lenny and Doc. They’re…nice. Safe. Very protective, which isn’t surprising.” He grinned. “Last I talked to Lisa, she was awake and feeling a lot better. She hasn’t had an episode in almost two months, and her brain activity is back to normal. She sounds better, too—more like herself. Even flirted with Cisco when they talked, which she hadn’t done in a while…”

“She’s okay, then?”

“Not at a hundred percent yet,” Barry warned with a shrug. “But yeah. She’s safe. Happy. Feeling better than she did when she first came to us.”

“What happened?”

“She just—Showed up at Joe’s one night, out of nowhere. I think it was maybe a month or so after you left—she had called Cisco before that, asking if we knew where you were, and we told her, and she was pissed at me for some reason.” He laughed, just a little. “Then she just shows up out of nowhere at Joe’s house, scares the hell out of me when she just walks right through the front door. Which was locked.” He shook his head. “Apparently, she stole your key?” His brow raised.

Len just smirked. “Lock-picking gets tedious after a while.”

“Where did you even—”

“Iris should be more careful about leaving her purse lying around.”

“…Whatever.” Barry huffed. “So, anyway, Lisa just walks in one night—middle of the night, out of nowhere—sits right next to me on the couch, scaring the hell out of me. She looks at me, and I could already tell something was messed up with her, because she just…she didn’t look right. She looked tired and sad and…sick.” He sighed. “She looked at me for a minute and then said, Don’t freak out. You know, like she hadn’t just appeared out of nowhere. And then she said, I need your help. And I was like, With what? And she told me she ran into an old boyfriend and he did something to her.”

“What the f—”

“Not that,” he assured quickly. “That was my first thought, but she kind of lost it when I asked her, and—yeah. So then, when she calmed down from that, she got this headache…migraine…thing, and that was when I first saw her get one of her attacks.” He grimaced. “It was…bad. Weird, and scary, and it actually kind of freaked me out.” A sigh. “So, uh, I called Caitlin first, and then Cisco and Harry, and asked them to meet us at STAR Labs. Harry had actually seen something like it before, on his Earth, and he knew a specialist—other-Lisa—who could help. So we took her there. She insisted that I had to come with her, and she wouldn’t let me leave until she was with Lenny and Doc, until she was sure she could trust them.”

Len thought this all over for a moment. “What exactly did this attack entail?”

“Hard to describe…” Barry thought about it. “She kind of…exploded? Not her body, but like…her spirit, kind of. Like an astral projection, except she couldn’t control it enough to actually appear as a person.” He sighed. “We met the ex-boyfriend a few weeks later…Roscoe?”

“Dillon.” He sneered. “He’s still around?”

“Not anymore,” the speedster said darkly. “He was a metahuman…some kind of tornado-hurricane-spinning abilities. Cisco called him Topsy-Turvy, but after he just kept coming and coming…it was an accident, but he died.”

“How did he hurt Lisa?”

“As far as we can tell…She was working on some sort of mercenary work or something, and he was robbing a bank, and they…literally ran into each other. She got thrown into a wall, got a knock on the head, and apparently the concussion triggered some kind of ability she didn’t know about.”

“She wasn’t in Central—”

“When the Particle Accelerator blew.” Barry nodded. “Yeah, we know.” He winced. “You’re not gonna like our theory on that.”

“Why not?” Len asked, very slowly.

“Because it might be my fault.”

He blinked, surprised. “What?”

“Turns out…I kind of…give off small amounts of Dark Matter because of the Speed Force…mostly when I run.”

“And?”

“And, the people that I transport, if they carry a metahuman gene, could, theoretically, absorb that Dark Matter in the same way that people affected by the Particle Accelerator did…and, theoretically, this would make them more likely to develop an ability when exposed to violent trauma.” A pause. “I transported Lisa a handful of times when we were helping you guys last year, and even before that for different reasons.”

Len didn’t say anything to this, instead looking down at his hands.

“I’m sorry, Len,” Barry said quietly. “If I’d known…”

“It’s not your fault,” he told him. “You didn’t know.”

“I…”

“Not every bad thing that happens is your fault, Scarlet,” Len said with a smirk. “It’s alright.”

Barry huffed. “Fine.” He was quiet for a minute. “If you want, I can take you to her. You know, so you can see for yourself.”

He thought about it for a bit before shaking his head. “No,” he decided. “If she’s getting what she needs, I don’t want to interrupt it. If Cisco does tell her and she wants to see me, I’ll go, but for now, she needs her rest.”

The speedster nodded in understanding. “Okay.” His phone was still ringing, and he looked at it. “I’m just gonna tell them that everything is fine.”

He picked up the device, ignoring the calls, and opened the group chat, which was full of about a hundred messages that all said pretty much the same thing. He sent out a text saying, Yeah, he’s here. Just wants to talk about some stuff. Everything is fine. Thanks, I’ll let you know later. Love you guys.

With that, Barry sighed and slipped the phone into his pocket. “So, what are you going to do now?” he asked the former villain.

Len just smiled. “Not sure. I could go back to robbing banks…but I don’t really need the money. Maybe I’ll offer your team some help in Central.”

“What do you mean, you don’t need the money?” His eyes narrowed.

“Blowing up the Oculus had a few benefits.” He shrugged. “I know all the lottery numbers for the next five years. I’ve already made four-hundred grand.”

“Len…”

“Technically not a crime.”

“Still.” Barry shook his head with a deep sigh. “Fine, whatever. Well, I’m sure STAR Labs could use the help. And I’ll be back in no time…as soon as I finish this course, which is…not what I expected.”

“Too hard?”

“Too easy,” he corrected, scoffing. “I’ve read all the material, and the projects are all…solved with very little effort. Nothing near as challenging as my actual job in Central. Science there is always complicated.”

“Because of the metas.”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “Superpowers make regular science look way easier than it did in college.” He nodded at the computer. “Actually, after the paper I’m working on right now, I only have two more and a final exam. I could be done by next week, if I wanted. I just don’t want Singh to think I rushed through it.”

“He already trusts you more than any other CSI, Barry. I think he trusts you to do the work on your own schedule.”

“Maybe.”

“Then I’ll see you back in Central next week.”

“I—”

“Next week, Barry.”

A sigh. “Fine. Next week.” His phone buzzed, he looked at the message and laughed. “Harry says your sister is attempting a prison break to try to see you. You might want to visit her.”

Len chuckled. “Alright then. I suppose it’s time to tell her what’s happened.” He stood, holding out a hand when Barry followed suit. When their hands clasped, the villain-turned-legend pulled the speedster forward until they were almost hugging. “I’ll see you soon, Scarlet.”

“See you soon, Cold.”

And with the press of a button, Len was gone, leaving Barry to wonder exactly what just happened.

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6 Weeks Later

“Barry…”

“Iris…”

She sighed. “This is getting unprofessional.”

He laughed, a little nervous. “What are you talking about?”

“You and Len.” It had taken a while for everyone to get used to each other, but now he was just Len instead of Cold. Progress. “You guys have got to stop flirting in the field. It’s weird.”

“We do not flirt.”

“You’re literally blushing, Barry.” Her tone was amused now. “Do you have a crush?”

“Iris,” the speedster all but whined, pulling a t-shirt over his head. “This is weird.”

“Why? Because we dated?”

“Yes!”

“Barely.” Iris rolled her eyes. “Barry, it’s fine. You have a crush on Len, it’s fine…but you should probably tell him.”

“No!” he said immediately. “No, that’s—That’s a bad idea.”

“Why? I’m pretty sure he likes you.”

That made him pause. “Really?” He bit his lip, looking at her. “You think so?”

“Lisa keeps teasing him about it.” She nodded. “And you’re both clearly attracted to each other, and you’re always flirting, so…Why not just come out and say it?”

“What if you’re wrong?”

“I’m not.”

“What if it ends badly?”

“What if it doesn’t?” Iris laughed brightly. “Barry, sometimes you get in your own way. You just gotta go for it sometimes. Take a leap of faith. It’s gonna be okay.”

Barry was quiet for a long time, and Iris eventually left him to his own devices.

Ultimately, he decided to go for it; he went to find Len. Unsurprisingly, he was at “their” spot: a diner across from Jitters and CCPD, filled with leather booths and chrome and the smell of fresh homemade pie.

Barry slid into the booth across from Len, who looked up from his phone with a smile. “Hey, Scarlet. Look at this.”

He turned the device around so the speedster could see. “What’s that? Oh—Oh, that’s so cool!” He grinned. “Lisa-Squared?”

“Yeah. Lisa drew up the models, and Doc built it. It came out pretty neat, I think.”

“It did, yeah. I like the melting feature—there won’t be ice-streaks all over the city.” He laughed. “Of course they’re gold—Lisa’s choice, I’m sure.”

“Naturally.” Len shrugged. “You can’t take the Gold out of the Glider, I guess. Not completely.”

“No, I guess not.” Barry leaned his head on his palm, elbow on the table.

The newly-branded Citizen Cold raised a brow and put his phone away. “Something on your mind, Barry?”

He shrugged. “Iris came to talk to me today.”

“What about?”

“She said that we flirt a lot when we’re in the field.” He scrunched his nose. “I told her she was crazy, and she looked at me like I was an idiot…not unlike you’re looking at me right now, Len—what the hell?”

“Barry,” he said quietly, slowly, “I don’t know how to break this to you, but almost everything we say to each other is banter…which is a form of flirting.”

“But—But,” Barry sputtered. “But!”

“What’s wrong, Scarlet?” Len teased. “Can’t keep up?”

He frowned, almost pouting. “You never said anything,” he accused.

The other man shrugged. “I was told not to.”

“By who?”

“By you. Older you—The one who brought me back. He said you had to figure it out on your own.”

Barry stammered again, arms flailing. “What the hell!” he said, frustrated. “That’s stupid!”

“You’re calling yourself an idiot?” Len clarified.

“Yes! I’m an idiot, now, but like—that’s just stupid.” He sighed. “I mean, I guess it makes sense to keep the timeline the way it should be. But still.”

They were both quiet for a long minute. Long enough for a waitress to come by and take drink orders and then bring them back.

Once she disappeared, Barry took a sip of his soda and then suddenly blurted, “Will you go with me to Jesse’s party on Earth-2 this weekend?”

Len raised a brow. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? That’s a lot of pressure.”

“It’s just a party, Len,” he said with a grin. “All our friends will be there, and we can be together without doing the awkward first-date thing…I mean, we already did a lot of that without realizing. Unless you want to…”

There was a pause as he thought about it, enough to make Barry almost panic, but Len nodded slowly. “Alright. But I have two requests.”

“Shoot.”

“One: If Caitlin makes her Speedster Alcohol, you have to stop drinking at least two hours before we leave. I want you sober when we head out.”

“Why?”

“Because, two: I want to go for a walk. We’re not doing the first-date-awkward dinner thing, and movies aren’t something we have time for, but we can go for a walk and talk about things.” A pause. “It’s important, to me.”

Barry thought about this, about what it might mean, but he didn’t see a reason to say no. Besides… “That sounds nice. Okay. I won’t drink too much, and I’ll stop before we leave so we can go talk. It’s a deal.”

“It’s a date, Scarlet.”

“A date, Cold.”

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Len & Mick Through the Years: Getting Away < Chapter 5 >

Leonard wiped his feet on the mat outside before opening the door to step inside, he and Lisa still had 2 hours before his Dad got home which gave them plenty of time to clean and then for him to get her some food and shut away into her room with the excuse of homework. He froze when he opened the door and saw broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, spots of blood clear to see even in the dim light of the house. A flash of panic went through him before he slammed the door shut and completely ignored that he heard his Dad yelling from the living room, he didn't care if the other care after him at the moment and hurried up the stairs and to the bathroom. When he got in there he found Lisa with her shirt pulled off treating a deep cut on her shoulder, it didn't seem to be bleeding enough to have hit any major arteries but he moved over quickly anyway as he shut the door. "Lis, what happened?"

He grabbed the cloth she was holding as he spoke, gently wiping the area around the cut. "He-he came home early, when he saw that the cleaning wasn't done he pushed me down and I dropped the glass I was holding, a piece of it..." He didn't push her to finish, he got the gist of what had gone on and a hard look came to his eyes as he stood up and moved to hold the door shut so he could finish talking to her before their father could open it.

"Put your shirt on, go into your room, put on a black sweatshirt and grab your go-bag and then go grab mine well I deal with him. Don't wait for me, just go outside. You know where we're going, I'll catch up to you." Lisa nodded and tucked the cloth so that her bra strapped was holding it in place over her wound before pulling her shirt on just as Lewis started banging on the door, Lisa walked over and put her hand on Leonard's arm. She was trying to get him to calm down before facing their father and he knew it, she didn't want him to do something for her sake that she thought he might regret later. "Are you ready?" When she responded with a nod Leonard opened the door, standing between her and Lewis as the other started yelling at him once the door was open.

"Who do you think you are slamming my doors and ignoring me when I talk to you!? This is my house, I don't need to let you keep staying here. Your 25 years old, most men would be out of their parents house but here you are still acting like a boy entitled to my property." Normally Leonard just took the yelling and occasional hit from Lewis, preferring to deescalate the situation for Lisa's sake so that he wouldn't have to worry about not being able to be there to protect her from him. Because of that he expected the shock on his father's face when he didn't back down and instead took a few steps towards him, he might have been small and lanky as a kid but now he was at least 3 inches taller than his father and with their age difference? Could more than likely take him in a fight, he felt Lisa squeeze between him and the door frame to run to her room right as he started talking.

"Your house!? The money I manage to get is the only reason you still have your house, I'm the only reason your house doesn't look like some sort of halfway house. Most 25-year-old men wouldn't have to keep staying in their parent's house because they're afraid that their little sister will end up dead if they leave her to their father's care." He continued walking as he spoke, pushing Lewis back when the other tried to push him back towards the bathroom. "And that's done, I'm not taking it anymore, and you're not going to be going anywhere near Lisa anymore." He heard steps rushing down the stairs behind him as he backed Lewis into the wall, not bothering to turn around and making sure the other's attention was still on him. "You might have your connection Dad but so do I, and most of mine don't take kindly to ex-cops." He reached out and shoved Lewis, his shoulder banging hard onto the wall behind him before turning around and heading down the stairs and out the door himself after Lisa.

He was at the bottom of the steps when Lewis finally broke from his shock and moved to the top of the stairs to yell after him. "You better watch your back boy, because I will get to you and when I do you're going to regret today." Leonard ignored him as he opened the door and went out, slamming it shut behind him as he did. He jogged down the sidewalk in the direction he knew Lisa had gone, finally catching up to her about three blocks from Mick's place and taking both her bag and his own from her. They walked the rest of the way together, stopping at a pharmacy so that Leonard could buy a first aide kit before getting to Mick's place.

Leonard didn't bother knocking on the door when they got there, but as he opened the door and shoved his key back into his pocket he called. "It's just me and Lisa." encase the other was home and heard them come in. He didn't hear Mick say anything in response but he did hear what sounded like his boyfriend digging around in the fridge as he directed Lisa into the bathroom had her sit on the closed toilet seat, he set the first aide kit down on the sink before telling her. "Wait here, I'm gonna go boil some water so I have something to clean the cut with. Take off your sweater and your shirt so that I can get to the wound, but be careful you don't jerk it around too much."

After that he headed out of the room with their bags, throwing them onto the couch before he headed to the kitchen and started digging out a pan without saying anything to Mick. "Len?" He didn't answer, just turning on the water before setting the pan on the stove and turning it on. "Leonard." He felt Mick reach out to grab his arm and turn him towards him and narrowed his eyes spitting out a clearly annoyed "What!?" Towards his partner, at the reaction? He felt Mick's hand leave his arm and almost felt bad, but he was still filled with anger at his father and guilt for not getting home before his father so that something like this wouldn't happen. "Boss, what happened? Is Lisa okay?"

Leonard turned back towards the stove as he spoke, waiting for the water to start boiling. "She'll be fine, but she's got a huge gash on her shoulder thanks to that bastard. I grabbed a first-aid kit on the way here to take care of it." He paused for a minute before turning away from the water to look at the other again, he could see that Mick was fuming. He reached out and put a hand on either side of his face to try and anchor him, he didn't need Mick losing his shit and going after Lewis right now. "...Mick I can't ask her to go back there." It would have been easier if they could have made it another 4 and a half years till Lisa turned 18, then he couldn't do anything if he took her out of there. But Lisa had never ended up hurt this way before, every other time Leonard had been able to get between and shield his sister from Lewis's outbursts and anger. Sure he had a few scars of his own from that, but that was better than Lisa having them.

"Good. Neither one of ya is going back to that bastard's house, I say you shoulda put a bullet in him years ago." He reached up as he spoke, pulling Leonards hands away from his face before saying. "Go make sure Lis is okay, I'll bring you the water when it's done and grab a clean cloth." Leonard nodded and walked away to check on Lisa, soon enough the wound was cleaned up and they had some steri-strip over it and covered some gauze and medical tape. He went to grab her bag for her so she could put some clean clothes on to sleep in and saw Mick putting a pillow and blanket down on the futon for her; soon enough she was done cleaning up, had some food in her, and was laying down to sleep.

Once Leonard was she that Lisa was out he went to clean himself up before changing into a pair of loose pants to sleep in and going and sliding into Mick's bed, accepting it when the other wrapped his arms around him and hooking one arm around the other's neck and resting his forehead in the crook of his neck. "I should have been there Mick, now she's going to have a reminder of that asshole with her forever." at the comment he felt Mick reach his hand up, trailing his fingers over a scarred patch on his upper arm where Lewis had thrown a pan Leonard had been cooking with a couple of years back and boiling water had splashed onto him.

"There's a lota scar she don't have because you were there Len." His hand moved as he spoke as if to prove the point, trailing over the scar on his back where Lewis had shoved him through the screen door in the kitchen, a nail on the deck outside of it scraping him when he fell once he was through it. That one was older, he was 16 when that happened. "You shoulda let me kill that bastard years ago."

"I don't need him dead, I need him out of our life." He wasn't even surprised by the response "Great way ta do that is make 'im dead." Leonard just rolled his eyes at the response, pulling his head away from Mick before moving back towards him for a kiss. He appreciated the sentiment but he also thought that death was too easy of an out for Lewis. One day? He'd make sure his father paid for everything he'd put him and Lisa through but now wasn't the time, right now it would hurt Lisa more than help her. He let the events of the day slip away for now and smiled into the kiss when he felt Mick roll them over so that he was on top of Leonard, biting his cheek to muffle a small moan when he felt his lips slipped down to his neck.

#Leonard Snart #Captain Cold #DCColdWave #Heatwave #Mick Rory #Len & Mick Through the Years #Len & Mick Through the Years: Chapter 5 #Chapter 5

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thefightingbull · 5 years ago

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Bonking Heads

Mick gets a call about his pup that sends him racing to the hospital. No triggers

"He was unconscious when I found him"

Mick usually ignored phone calls at the shop. They distracted him from his work and distracted welders were dangerous. He had too much to live for to allow the flames to take any more lives. He wanted to be there for Leonard and Lisa, but the truth was, there were times when they weren’t always enough to keep those urges at bay.

Jason, his pup, had become the strongest reason he’d ever known for trying to be better. Mick’s little boy inspired him to tame the flames, to keep them at bay so that Jason would never know the painful intimacy of a yellow and orange flare’s kiss.

“Boss!” Mardon shouted. “It’s for you!”

“Tell ‘em to fuck off,” Mick growled.

“It’s your pup’s guidance counselor!” Mardon said after a minute.

Mick’s heart stopped as he carefully turned off the welder and got to his feet. Mardon was beside him in an instant. Mick took the phone.

“What is it? What happened to my pup?”

“There’s been an accident. Jason ...”

Mick’s hearing seemed to fade out, but then it sharpened and he listened carefully before saying, “You tell him I’m on my way, got it? You make sure he knows his Pop will be there soon.”

He had to keep his cool. He had to. Jason needed him to be in control of himself, and there was no way Mick was failing his pup.

“Of course, Mr. Rory.”

He hung up and handed the phone back to Mardon. “Call Len and tell him our son is in the hospital.”

Mick ran to the locker rooms and changed out of his coveralls and PPE. He was grabbing his keys and wallet when Mardon came rushing in. “Leonard just got the call, too. Lisa said she’s giving him a ride to the hospital now. You need me to drive you, Boss?”

“No!” Mick barked as he headed out.

When Mick finally reached the hospital, he saw Len and Lisa parking. He wasn’t going to wait. He didn’t want Leonard to be the first to hear if doctors only had bad news for them. He moved with a powerful fury building in his chest. If someone had hurt their pup they were going to be ripped to shreds.

“Mr. Rory!” A small omega man approached him hurriedly. “I’m Mr. Roberts, Jason’s guidance counselor.”

Mick stopped, looking the small man over. Mr. Roberts was only a couple inches over five feet with short, dark red hair and dark brown eyes. There was a quiet confidence to Mr. Roberts that hinted he was well taken care of and indulged by his alpha.

“Where’s my pup, what happened to him?” Mick demanded.

“They took him for a CT scan but he should be back momentarily, Mr. Rory.”

“So what happened?”

The guidance counselor cleared his throat and then began, “We aren’t certain what the boys were doing, but a few students said something about racing and a few others said it was a fight. They apparently fell from the jungle gym and collided on the way down. One of the recess attendants said they didn’t see the fall, but when she got to the boys they were both ‘waking up’. Knowing that, she had us call for an ambulance.”

Mick felt his fists tighten as he gritted his teeth to keep his calm. “So they were unconscious?”

“Yes, which is when we called both you and your omega,” Mr. Roberts said with a nervous look in his eyes. “We never take chances with head injuries. The principal and vice principal were taking statements from the children involved in the race to find out exactly what happened, but based on what we’ve heard so far, it does sound like it was an accident.”

Mick snorted. It sounded angry, but all he could feel was relief. “So you’re saying no one did this to my pup.”

“That’s correct, Sir,” Mr. Roberts answered.

“You make sure you lead with that when you talk to my mate and sister, understand? Lead with that and be very clear or Len’s going to want blood,” Mick warned before he dismissed the omega by turning to speak with a beta nurse who’d just approached him.

“You’re Jason Rory’s father?” she asked.

“Yes, his father and aunt are coming up the parking lot now, but we don’t have to wait,” Mick said, hoping she’d get moving before Lenny came in. He needed to know how to protect his mate and if he was seeing and hearing everything at the same time, he couldn’t support his omega properly.

“Right this way, Sir,” she nodded and brought him through a pair of doors and back to a small room that should hold two beds.

In the only present bed was a blond little boy. Beside him stood a man and woman staring down at their own son with worry. Anger was visible in the man, but like Mick, he appeared just as lost on what to do with it. He must have heard the same “it was all just an accident” story and was left with excess emotion.

Not good for alphas.

“They’re bringing your son back from CT and should be here in a few minutes,” the nurse promised.

“I better go make sure my mate doesn’t kill anyone,” Mick decided since his boy wasn’t in the room yet.

Jason huffed irritably in his bed as he was brought back to his and Gordan’s triage room. He listened to the guidance counselor talk to Gordie Lambert’s mom and dad. He couldn’t believe all the fuss being made over them bonking heads and falling down the jungle gym. Jason had only blacked out for a few seconds; he heard the doctors say so!

“Oh, Gordie!” A tall brunette with pretty brown eyes cried as she hugged Gordie tightly. Obviously that was Gordie’s mom. “I was so worried about you!”

Jason couldn’t help but snicker at Gordie trying to get away from his mom. The little boy with blond hair and dark brown freckles was squirming and struggling to push his mother off him. When Gordie heard him laughing, he sent a scowl Jason’s way.

“Dear, you’re embarrassing him,” Gordie’s dad, a blond-haired, blue-eyed man, insisted. “He’s fine, aren’t you, champ?”

Gordie nodded. “I wasn’t asleep. Mr. Roberts doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

Mr Roberst rolled his eyes. “We had several witnesses, Gordie, you and Jason were both unconscious,” the guidance counselor insisted. “Anyhow, now that your parents have arrived, we wish you a speedy recovery and look forward to seeing you both in school when you’re cleared to return. Mr and Mrs. Lambert,” he moved to shake hands with the omega woman, but only nodded at her alpha.

Oh man, Jason almost felt bad for Gordie as he watched him get smothered and scented by his mother. He couldn’t quite make out the woman’s scent, but if the husband’s face was anything to go by, it must have been strong. Mr. Lambert kept trying to console his wife, but she wouldn’t let go of Gordie.

Jason stuck his tongue out at Gordie the instant their eyes met. They weren’t enemies, but they were rivals and they’d been trying to race and defeat each other when they got hurt.

They started with the race out on the black top by the four square lines. From there, they had to make it across the tops of the uneven bars, over the monkey bars, a big jump to the metal jungle gym’s top, and then they had to make their way down the fastest. All while trying to knock each other off balance or slow each other down.

Though they had both slipped and nearly knocked each other down on a few of the obstacles, it wasn’t until they made it inside the long cylindrical jungle gym that things got intense. After Jason tried to loosen Gordie’s grip, he accidently caught hold of Jason’s wrist instead of one of the bars. They both tumbled to the bottom, hitting their heads together on the way down.

“Those damned jungle gyms are dangerous, Howard!” Mrs. Lambert cried, squeezing her son.

“Jason? Jason!”

All the joy he’d felt at the sight of Gordie’s humiliation came crashing to an end as his dads both came running into the room. He felt strong, wiry arms take hold of him gently and yet impatiently. Jason immediately struggled, drawing Gordie’s laughter.

“Dad! Stop it,” Jason growled trying to keep his dad from clinging to and embarrassing him in front of Gordie and the Lamberts. “I’m fine, really!”

“What happened, Jason?” Mick all but shouted.

He flinched at his alpha’s question and, in doing so, gave Leonard all the chance he needed to get a good hold on Jason. Without even looking, Jason knew his Pop had intimidated the whole damned room. Gordie’s mom and dad were alpha and omega, but Mr. Lambert seemed a bit soft for most alphas. Either that or Jason’s alpha was just plain scary no matter who the other alphas were in the room. Leonard was ignoring Jason’s protesting wiggles entirely, holding him close and scenting him.

“Our sons were playing with one another,” Mr. Lambert explained. “From what Mr. Roberts told us, they fell down a jungle gym and knocked themselves unconscious.”

“How long?” Leonard demanded, his icy blue eyes boring straight into Jason’s soul.

“Like one second, Dad, I swear!” Jason did his best to ignore Gordie’s snort.

“I want to hear what the results of the CT were, I’m getting a doctor,” Mick announced and before Jason could call him back, the big alpha had disappeared.

“Damn it, Dad, please, this is embarrassing,” he begged through gritted teeth.

Finally, Leonard decided to take pity on him and let him go. “What were you two doing?”

“We were just racing, honest!” Jason insisted and immediately regretted his choice of words.

Aunt Lisa had warned him weeks ago that adding ‘honest’ to his assertions was his tell and that both Daddy and Pops were more than aware of it.

“Jason Leonard Rory, you better rethink that answer if you don’t want to be grounded for lying,” his dad said sternly.

He blushed under the scrutiny of his father’s gaze, but also because Gordie was now sticking his own tongue out at Jason.

“We were racing,” Jason began. “But we may also have been trying to knock each other down from the obstacles.”

“You what!” Mrs. Lambert gasped behind them as she glared at her own son.

“Wait.” Leonard closed his eyes and shook his head. “Let me get this straight. You two were racing atop the monkey bars and jungle gym while trying to knock each other off the equipment?”

With a big swallow, Jason nodded. “Yes.”

“Jason, do you know how incredibly stupid and dangerous that is?” Leonard demanded.

Raising a brow at his dad, Jason pointedly looked around him and nodded. “Well, now, yeah.”

“Watch the lip with your father, Pup,” Mick snarled as he and the doctor walked in. “Babe, the doctor has Jason’s results.”

The doctor was a woman with long black hair wrapped in braids with skin almost as dark as chocolate. She offered a pretty smile to Jason’s dads and pulled out two small packets. One she handed to Dad and the other she reached out to hand to Mrs. Lambert.

She must have been Alpha since she knew which parents were the omegas. Jason looked up at parents, trying to gauge whether or not he was in trouble and if so, how much? Was he grounded? It was just a game. And now they knew how dangerous it was, Jason wasn’t as likely to do it again.

Probably.

“Both of your boys will be fine. They each suffered a grade three concussion since they did technically lose consciousness. Because of this we did a CT scan on them both and found nothing alarming. In those packets are instructions for taking care of them and, of course, anything you need to look out for. The most concerning will be vomiting, dizziness, difficulty focusing, or slurred speech; please bring them to the ER immediately if they experience those symptoms.”

“Can we leave yet?” Gordie asked.

The doctor laughed softly and nodded. “I think the administrators will be back with some paperwork, but after that, yes. You are all free to leave.”

“Thanks, Doc,” Mick said with genuine relief.

Jason was glad when the whole group got to leave, though he wasn’t thrilled that Gordie and his parents were parked in the same parking lot. He made faces at his classmate while Gordie merely rolled his eyes and then hissed in pain. Jason giggled until he felt Mick pinch his shoulder.

“Knock it off, Pup,” his alpha warned irritably.

Before Jason could even pout, a flash of red and yellow scooped him up. “I just heard, are you alright?” The Flash asked.

“Whoa!” Gordie cried out as the Lamberts all stopped and stared.

“Is he alright?” Flash asked, stepping them both closer to Leonard and Mick.

“Yeah, Scarlet,” Dad said. “He suffered a grade three concussion, though, so there are things we need to look out for.”

“Not to mention restrictions for the next few days just to be safe,” Mick added.

Jason had noticed that his parents had taken a strong liking to the Flash recently, which really, was kind of cool. How many kids got to say that their dads were dating a real-life superhero? Then again, how many kids’ parents were also in a group that fought against that same superhero?

He doubted there were many.

“I’m okay, Flash. Me and Gordie just bonked our heads,” Jason assured him since his dads were far too focused on him having a concussion.

“And fell down a jungle gym,” Mrs. Lambert supplied.

Jason and Gordie both exchanged looks of exasperation. Their omega parents seemed dead set on ruining their reputations with their alphas and the Flash.

“Both of you? I hope you guys weren’t fighting?” Flash frowned.

“Not to the death or anything,” Gordie insisted. “But we’re rivals. We were trying to defeat each other.”

“Yeah!” Jason exclaimed. “Just like you and my dads!”

“Jason!”

Flash’s face turned red as Mick and Leonard both snapped off Jason’s name. He ducked his head. Sometimes he forgot that was all supposed to be a secret.

“Well, uh, Gordie, it was nice to meet you. Stay safe during recess, okay?” Flash called over to Gordie.

The Lamberts waved and headed to their vehicle; Jason could see Gordie soaking in the sight. That’s right! Jason was being held and cuddled by Central City’s own Flash. Really, this had to mean Jason won. At least for today.

“Wanna go to the lab and see Cisco and Caitlyn?” Flash asked, but really Jason knew he wasn’t asking him.

“I don’t know,” Leonard said with a frown. “Should he be zooming around at those speeds after suffering a concussion? This paperwork says he needs to be resting. No TV, no running around.”

“Aww, come on, Dad! I feel perfectly fine!” Jason scowled at Leonard, but quickly “dropped the attitude” when Mick issued a warning growl. “Please?”

“Pretty sure the speed-force thing protects whoever the Kid’s running with,” Mick said softly. “Scarlet won’t let anything happen to our pup. Besides, you know he wants Dr. Snow to get another look. Just in case.”

Jason’s eyes widened. “Hey, whoa! I already had to hold still in a giant donut! I don’t need another brain picture!”

He hated holding still! It was torture! He tried to get out of Flash’s grip, but his Dad must have said something he missed because Flash responded with, “We’ll see you guys soon!”

And then they were off in a flash.

#coldwave #dc cw characters #Alpha Mick Rory #Omega Leonard Snart #not yet presented jason todd #adopted #prompt fill #Uncle Flash

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longitudinalwaveme · 4 years ago

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Looking in the Bathroom Mirror

It never failed. No matter how early Sam got up (and he considered himself a fairly early riser, especially compared to the Pied Piper), there was always-always-at least a four-person line to the bathroom, and, since their hideout only had one bathroom, this was a problem. (Sam would never understand why Len had decided that it was a good idea to buy a house with only one bathroom to serve as a hideout for nine highly unstable people, but he had.) At the moment, he was standing behind Mardon, who was standing behind Mick, who was standing behind Len, who was standing behind a whimpering, dancing James, who clearly had to use the bathroom.

“Who’s in the bathroom?” he asked Mardon.

“I think it’s Dillon, but whoever it is, I hope they hurry it up in there. I haven’t showered in three days,” Mardon replied. Sam frowned. Well, that certainly explained the smell.

“That’s really gross, Mardon.” Mardon shrugged.

“Hey, the less I have to wait in this line, the better.” Sam had to admit that the man had a point. Showering was nice, but it was definitely not always worth incurring the wrath of eight other people.

“I need to pee!” James whined loudly. Sam groaned. Why did James always wait so long to use the bathroom? He knew that there was always a line, and yet he always waited until the last minute to go to the bathroom. Len moved past James and banged on the door.

“You’ve been in there for forty-five minutes, Dillon! You’ve gotta be done by now!” Len snapped. The door opened a crack.

“One cannot rush perfection, Cold,” Dillon’s snooty voice announced. Then the door slammed shut again.

“Fine, but if Trickster has an accident out here because you’re taking nine years in the restroom, you’re cleaning it up,” Len replied. Five minutes later, Dillon finally left the bathroom, perfectly shaved, hair immaculately combed, showered, and fully dressed in a yellow-and-green striped tuxedo.

“Top of the morning, everyone,” he said in a tone that was probably intended to sound cheerful. Then he walked off, whistling “It’s a Small World After All” as he did so. James rushed into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door behind him, but thankfully, Len managed to close the door before James made it to the toilet. A minute later, James rushed back out again. (He’d taken a fifteen-minute shower yesterday, so there was no need for him to spend a long time in the bathroom.) Len went into the bathroom and slammed the door. Then Sam turned back to Mardon.

“Are you sure it’s only been three days since you showered? Because you reek,” he asked. Mardon nodded, but then he frowned thoughtfully.

“Uh, now that you mention it, Lisa kicked me out of the bathroom before I could take a shower on Wednesday, so it’s actually been more like a week and a half,” he said sheepishly. Sam took a few steps back-and backed right into Digger, who had apparently joined the line in the interval. He also smelled bad, but this wasn’t unusual for him, as Digger had always said that he thought showers and deodorants were highly overrated. Sam sighed. Apparently, he wouldn’t be getting any relief for his nose for awhile.

“G’day, mates!” Digger exclaimed, much too cheerfully for Sam’s tastes (at least at 7:30 in the morning), but Sam decided to engage him in conversation anyways.

“You’re in luck, Digger. Dillon’s already finished,” he told the Australian.

“Really? How long did he take this time?”

“At least fifty minutes, by Len’s clock.” Sam had no idea if Dillon really had been in the bathroom that long, but it wouldn’t have surprised him, as the arrogant elitist never got out of the bathroom in less than twenty minutes.

“He’s got kangaroos loose in his top paddock, he does.” Sam nodded in agreement, used to Digger’s colorful Australianisms. Dillon was many things, but sane was rarely one of them.

“So, who’s in the bog now?”

“Len,” Mardon replied, evidently having decided to join the conversation. As if on cue, Len left the bathroom, still in his bathrobe and fuzzy polar bear slippers but looking decidedly cleaner and better shaved.

“Make that Mick,” Mardon added quickly as the gigantic pyromaniac ducked into the bathroom. At this point, Lisa showed up, wearing her pink satin nightgown and with her hair a tangled mess.

“Excuse me, boys,” she said as she cut to the front of the line. Mardon groaned. Sam understood why, as Lisa took even longer in the bathroom than Dillon usually did, but both men kept their mouths shut. What Lisa wanted, Lisa always got, and no one was about to anger her, her brother, and her boyfriend by refusing to let her cut to the front of the line. Mick left the bathroom about two minutes later (being bald, he was a fast showerer, and he rarely shaved), and Lisa entered. Thirty minutes later, she was still in the bathroom, and Digger had started doing his own variant on James’s bathroom dance. At this point, Mardon’s patience apparently ran out, and he knocked on the door.

“Are you almost done in there, ma’am?”

“No. I’m still applying my makeup. Beauty takes effort-not that any of you would know about that,” Lisa replied.

“Okay, but Digger really has to use the bathroom, so you might wanna hurry,” Mardon said as he backed away from the door. Thirty minutes after that, Lisa finally left the bathroom, hair styled, makeup applied, and wearing a lovely orange dress. Digger rushed to the bathroom, almost knocking her down in the process, and left it thirty seconds later.

“Did you even wash your hands?” Sam asked him.

“Nope,” Digger replied cheerfully. Then he and Lisa walked downstairs, and Mardon entered the bathroom. With all his companions gone, Sam groaned. It would have been so much easier if he could cut the line by using the Mirror Realm, but after he had accidentally “walked in” on Len once, he had decided that the risks outweighed the benefits (especially since Len had punished him for said incident by making him clean out the bathroom for three months) and stopped doing it.

“I’m singing in the rain, just singing in the rain,” a loud voice sang. Sam rolled his eyes. Despite his lack of talent, Mardon insisted on singing in the shower, and, since Mardon was also very loud, the off-key voice was hurting his ears. Thankfully, the bad singing stopped once Mardon left the shower five minutes later, but about two minutes after that, he yelled

“OW!” and emerged a few minutes later with a large bandage on his cheek. Apparently, he’d nicked himself while shaving. He went down the stairs, and Sam went into the bathroom, took a shower, dressed, and then started shaving. While he wasn’t nearly as particular as Dillon, he still liked to look good (or at least better than Len, Digger, and Mardon), so he was still shaving when the Pied Piper stumbled into the bathroom about twelve minutes after he’d entered it. The small man’s long, red hair was a frizzy, tangled mess, and he looked half asleep.

“Good morning,” Sam said cheerfully as he finished shaving.

“G’morning,” Piper mumbled.

“You’re up early.” Usually, the Piper never got up before 11.

“The roof was leaking.” Piper grabbed his toothbrush and then started to “brush” his hair with it. Sam stared at him. What was he doing?

“Uh, Piper? Why are you using your toothbrush to brush your hair?”

“Huh?” The Piper replied drowsily. He looked at his toothbrush in confusion.

“So that’s why it felt funny.” He put the toothbrush down and proceeded to fumble around for his hairbrush. After a few seconds, Sam handed it to him, and despite being half asleep, the Piper managed to tame the frizzy mess that was his hair enough to pull it into his usual ponytail. He then grabbed his razor and started shaving haphazardly. Sam stayed in the room and watched, both out of amusement and a desire to keep his teammate from accidentally slitting his own throat. When Piper finished shaving, he stumbled out of the room, and Sam followed him. It was definitely time for breakfast. When the pair made it to the kitchen, it was already a disaster area. Dillon and James were already almost finished with their food, Mick appeared to have burned three waffles and was attempting to toast a fourth, Mardon had spilled his orange juice all over the table and Len’s cereal and Len was screaming at him, and Lisa was pouting.

“We’re out of yogurt,” she explained when Same looked at her quizzically.

“Oh,” Sam replied, not sure of what else to say. He moved over to the refrigerator and grabbed two eggs, which he proceeded to start hard boiling, while the Piper blinked slowly, as though unused to the kitchen’s brightness, and then grabbed a banana, which he proceeded to take a bite of without peeling it.

“I think you’re supposed to peel bananas before you eat them, Piper.”

“Oh. Right,” Piper replied sleepily. He peeled the banana, and continued eating it as he stumbled out of the room.

“What’s wrong with him?” Lisa asked, still sounding annoyed about the lack of yogurt as she poured herself a bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats.

“He’s not awake yet. Apparently, his roof was leaking, so he got woken up early.”

“What?” Len demanded, apparently having lost interest in Mardon (who was now futilely trying to clean his mess up with a ridiculously small napkin).

“The roof is leaking over Piper’s room, and it woke him up,” Sam repeated. Len groaned.

“Great. That’s just great.” Across the room, Dillon suddenly shrieked angrily.

“You disgusting, loathsome creature! I have told you a thousand times that you should utilize better table manners, and now you have spit food on my tuxedo!” he yelled at Digger (who had been eating his cereal with his face since Sam had arrived in the kitchen).

“Don’t care,” Digger replied (although he had his mouth full, so it sounded more like ‘onto coo”). Dillon stormed out of the room in disgust, and Len smirked.

“Serves that snobby lunatic right.” Lisa scowled.

“Lenny! My boyfriend is not a lunatic!” she exclaimed angrily. Len looked at the ground.

“Okay, so he’s not a lunatic, but he is really weird,” he muttered apologetically. Lisa shook her head and went back to her cereal.

“You were asking about the roof?” Sam prompted.

“Oh, yeah. Who’s gonna fix it? I patched the last hole in the roof, so I ain’t about to do this one, too,” Len replied.

“I’ll do it!” Lisa volunteered.

“No, sis, you’re too little. I don’t want you to get hurt,” Len replied. Lisa scowled and sighed huffily, and Sam rolled his eyes. He would never understand why Len was so convinced that his sister was a helpless little girl when he’d seen her rob banks and fight the Flash, but he didn’t feel like inflaming the situation.

“I’ll do it, boss!” Mick said as he burnt the waffle he had been toasting.

“That sounds good. You’re on roof duty, Mick,” Len replied. Mick saluted and smiled broadly.

“Thanks for letting me help, boss. You’re the best!” Len turned to Sam.

“When you’re finished with breakfast, go buy groceries.” He handed Sam a stack of bills. Sam groaned. The last time he’d gone to the grocery store, he’d run into Iris Allen and only narrowly escaped having her call the police on him, and he had no desire to go through that again, especially since she had also informed him that she carried a pistol in her purse. However, since Len already seemed to be in a bit of a mood, he pocketed the money and continued cooking, only for Mardon to throw up his hands and use his weather wand to create a wind that dried up the spilled orange juice. Unfortunately, said wind also knocked Sam’s hand into the boiling water.

“OW!”

“My bad!” Mardon yelled. Sam glared at him, but decided to ignore his pain and continue cooking. Len muttered something unintelligible that was probably supposed to be vaguely threatening but instead just came off as silly, given that he was still wearing his stupid polar bear slippers, and grabbed an apple, presumably to replace the cereal that Mardon had ruined. He continued glaring at Mardon as he ate it. A few seconds later, James finished eating and cartwheeled out of the room, narrowly avoiding kicking Digger’s face. Digger just continued eating his cereal with his face as though nothing had happened. Lisa finished her cereal and stuck her bowl in the sink, then exited the room, and, about a minute later, Sam finished boiling his eggs. He put them on a plate and sat down to eat them as Mick burned a fifth waffle and grabbed a banana, evidently having given up on being able to toast a waffle. Sam quickly ate his eggs, dumped his plate into the sink, and departed the kitchen. As he passed through the living room, he found Piper passed out on the couch, with the remains of his banana on his face. Sam took a picture, sent it to all the other Rogues (and the Flashes), and then went to his room. He sighed, steeled himself for his mission, and then traveled to the grocery store through the Mirror Realm. Upon arrival, he grabbed a shopping cart and started throwing all the necessary groceries into it. The faster he could get done with the store, the better. Seven minutes later, he was in the checkout line-a new record! He purchased all the groceries (a total of $570), and then started throwing them into the mirror realm. When he was done, he entered it himself, walked to the mirror that he used to get back to his room, and threw all of the groceries out of the mirror realm and into the house. Once this was done, he exited the Mirror Realm himself and used the same system to transport the groceries from his room to the kitchen.

“This is why I always send you to buy the groceries-you’re efficient,” Len said respectfully. Sam smiled. Compliments from Captain Cold were few and far between, so Sam appreciated this one.

“No problem. It’s easy for someone who has my way with mirrors.” By this point, the kitchen was mostly empty, but Digger was still there and shoving his face into what appeared to be his fourth bowl of cereal. Sam wrinkled his nose in mild disgust. Why did Digger have to be so...Digger?

“Doesn’t he ever get full?” he wondered aloud.

“Not that I’ve seen. Could be worse, though. You should see the way our “friends” in the red PJs eat,” Len replied. Sam wasn’t sure when Len had actually seen the Flashes eat, but since the Flash Museum blared the fact that speedsters had high metabolisms on the annoying PA system every five minutes, and he had been to the museum many times in attempts to vandalize it, he figured that the man was probably accurate. A series of loud bangs followed, suggesting that Mick had made it to the roof.

“Good old Mick,” Sam said. Of all his teammates, the brawny pyromaniac had surprisingly proven to be his favorite. He was quiet and friendly, and too dim to betray secrets or jockey for position, so it was hard not to like him, even with his destructive tendencies.

“Yeah, he’s good to have around,” Len agreed. (Last week, he had said that Mick was a liability, but then again, Mick had managed to catch the stove on fire last Wednesday.) The two men left the kitchen together and walked into the living room-only to find Lisa and Dillon standing in the middle of the room, locked in a very passionate embrace. Len walked over to them and cleared his throat loudly in that “I’m-trying-to-get-your-attention” way. Dillon reluctantly broke away from Lisa.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“I want you to stop PDA-ing with my baby sister!”

“Lenny, nobody was here but us until you walked in! That’s not a "PDA"!” Lisa protested.

“Piper’s here,” Len said.

“Yeah, but he’s asleep,” Sam blurted out before he could stop himself. Len whirled on him.

“Whose side are you on here?”

“First, I never said anything to imply that I was on your side, so your question makes no sense, and second, I’m on their side. Your “baby sister” is thirty-three years old and fights the Flash on a regular basis. I think she can handle her boyfriend,” Sam said. Lisa smiled, and Len scowled.

“But he’s a freaking psycho!”

“Who worships the ground she walks on and follows her around like a lovesick puppy? Yeah, not seeing the problem here.” Lisa’s smile widened.

“Thank you for your support, Sam,” she said. She winked at her boyfriend and pecked Sam on the cheek (much to his surprise). He blushed, and Len glared at him.

“Stop encouraging her!”

“I didn’t do anything!” Sam protested, and Lisa nodded.

“Yeah, stop being such a grouch, Lenny. I’ll be fine. If Roscoe tries anything I don’t like, he’ll get a skate to the face,” she said fiercely. Sam mentally reminded himself not to anger her.

“Besides, I am no cad, Leonard. I would never force my beloved to do anything she does not wish to,” Dillon added. As if to prove his point, he stepped a few feet away from Lisa.

“See, Lenny?” Lisa asked. Len just scowled again and stormed off. Upon realizing he was gone, Dillon embraced Lisa once again and the two began making out.

“Uh, don’t mind me, guys. I’m just going to watch some football,” Sam said, and then he quickly exited the room. He had no desire to watch Dillon and Lisa practically eat each other’s mouths. He rushed to the den, only to find that Mardon and James were already there and predictably fighting over the remote as the TV played a rerun of Barney.

“Tell him to watch his stupid Barney show somewhere else! I wanna watch the weather channel so that I can make sure their forecasts are wrong!” Mardon exclaimed. Sam sighed. On a normal day, he would have insisted that they hand him the remote so that he could watch the Central City Cougars (hopefully) defeat the Star City Sea Lions, but the shopping trip had exhausted him, so instead he just said,

“James, as soon as the episode is over, let Mardon watch the weather, okay?” James nodded and smiled evilly. Some sort of Barney-related prank was definitely going to be played on the Flash (and probably Mark as well) in the near future. Sam left the den and went back to the living room, where Dillon was now showing Lisa a jewel-studded top. He ignored the couple and checked on Piper, who was finally awake again but still looked rather exhausted.

“Morning, sunshine.”

“Ha. Ha,” the Piper said grouchily. He disappeared from the room, and then returned with a cup of coffee. While he drank it, Sam tried to ignore the constant giggling and kissing noises coming from the house’s resident lovebirds and awkwardly drummed his fingers on the arm of the couch that Piper was sitting in. About five minutes after Piper finished his drink, he smiled.

“Sorry for my unpleasant behavior this morning,” he said. Sam snorted. Of all the unpleasant behavior this morning, Piper’s had easily been the least offensive. Piper vanished a few seconds later (he was remarkably good at pulling disappearing acts for a man without access to the Mirror Realm or super speed) and then returned wearing a ripped pair of jeans, a green t-shirt, and holey sneakers, which was basically his civilian uniform.

“Uh, hey. Glad to see you up,” Sam said. He didn’t really know how to relate to the idealistic rich kid, so their conversations were usually brief and awkward.

“Thanks. What did I miss?”

“Digger being gross as per usual, a long line for the bathroom, a disaster area in the kitchen, a shopping trip via the Mirror Realm-we have yogurt again now-and Len freaking out when he caught Dillon and Lisa kissing. Oh, and Mardon and James fighting over the TV remote,” Sam explained.

“So, nothing unusual, then?” Sam shook his head.

“Okay, see you around, Sam. I’m going to meet Wally at the homeless shelter,” Piper said, as though a supervillain going to help people at a homeless shelter with his enemy was perfectly normal. Piper was a weirdo, no doubt about that.

“Uh, you have fun with that dumb goody-good stuff, I guess,” he said as Piper left the house. Not having anything better to do, Sam retreated to his room and pulled out one of his well-hidden JSA comic books and began reading it. Although he would never admit it to his teammates (the last thing he wanted was to share Piper’s reputation), he was a huge fan of the heroes, due to having loved their adventures as a child, and he just couldn’t bring himself to stop reading them now. His love of those dumb comics had once made his mother so proud-but no, thinking about stuff like that was stupid. His mother hated him now, and for good reason. The boy she’d raised to be a hero-hah!-had become a villain, so it was better for everyone if they forgot each other. That way, no one would blame her for him. She wasn’t like Len’s dad-she had done no wrong. He was just a creep, and all the chaos in his life was his own fault. In frustration, Sam ripped the comic in half, deposited it in the trash, and dove into the Mirror Realm. At least that way he didn’t have to look at his reflection. He stayed in the Mirror Realm until he heard Lisa screaming.

“Sam, get down here!” Sam sighed, emerged from the Mirror Realm, and went down the stairs and into the living room, where he found Len and Dillon in a Mexican standoff with an angry-looking Lisa in the middle.

“What is it?” he asked exasperatedly.

“Tell them to stop kissing!” Len barked.

“I don’t care if they’re kissing, Len. And even if I did, what would you suggest I do about it?”

“You could dump Dillon in the Mirror Realm,” Len said, sounding far too enthusiastic about the idea. Lisa frowned and Dillon gave Len a glare that could freeze even the Master of Absolute Zero.

“No, thanks.” Sam didn’t particularly like the snobby elitist, but considering the fact that Dillon was telekinetic, he wasn’t about to anger him.

“Sam, tell Lenny to stop treating me like a little kid! He listens to you!” Lisa exclaimed.

“Yes, do, and tell our “beloved” Captain that he is being unnecessarily hostile as well,” Dillon added. Sam sighed. How did he always end up playing the middleman?

“Look, Len, I know you and Dillon aren’t each other’s favorite people, but can you at least try to like each other for Lisa’s sake? Also, Len, seriously, stop treating your sister like she’s ten years old. It’s getting ridiculous, especially since my mom was married when she was ten years younger than your sister is now,” he said, trying to ignore the memories that the mention of his mother brought up.

“I am not doing anything! It is only he who is not trying,” Dillon protested.

“Oh, yeah, then who was it that called me an uneducated piece of trash the other day, your secret twin?” Len shot back. Lisa looked surprised and hurt, and Sam wanted to scream. Why were these people so difficult?

“I was only speaking truth,” Dillon said disdainfully.

“Roscoe, my brother is not trash! He’s a hero!” Lisa exclaimed. Upon realizing what she had said and how odd it sounded, she blushed, but she didn’t retract her words.

“My apologies, darling. I did not realize that your brother was so...highly esteemed in your eyes,” Dillon said gently. He wrapped his arm around her, but she pulled away.

“Of course he is! He was the only person who cared if I dropped dead when I was a kid!” she yelled, eyes sparking with anger.

“But he’s so barbaric,” Dillon protested. He seemed surprised when Lisa slapped his hand and glared at him.

“Yeah, and you’re a freaky weirdo with a top obsession,” Len said. To Sam’s surprise, Lisa frowned at him, too.

“Lenny! Roscoe is not freaky! He’s a gentleman!” Sam snorted. No one who had ever been on the receiving end of one of Roscoe’s attacks would ever have described him as a gentleman, but then again, he had never raised a hand-or even his voice-to his girlfriend.

“No, he’s a snooty jerk,” Len muttered. Lisa frowned.

“Both of you, stop insulting each other right now, or I’ll stop speaking to both of you and kick you both with my skates to boot,” she said icily. Len and Dillon immediately fell silent, something that would have been the envy of police officers everywhere had they seen it.

“Sorry, Sis. I still hate Dillon, but he does make you happy, and he hasn’t hurt you yet, so I guess I should try to keep my mouth shut when he’s not actively being a snob,” Len said.

“And I apologize once again, sweetums. I still believe that your brother is obnoxious, but his raising you allowed us to meet, so I will try to keep the abrasive comments about his background to a minimum,” Dillon added. Lisa beamed.

“See? Friends,” she said firmly. Sam sighed in relief.

“What did you need me for?” he asked her.

“Moral support,” she replied. With that, she and Dillon walked off, and Len turned to Sam.

“Wanna watch football?” Sam shrugged.

“Only if you can convince Mardon to stop watching the weather channel.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.” The two headed to the den and found Mardon sitting on the couch, staring at the weather channel in utter delight.

“Change the channel to football,” Len barked.

“But I don’t wanna,” Mardon whined.

“Now!” Len barked. Mardon pouted, changed the channel, and left the room. The two watched what proved to be the last six minutes of the game and saw the Cougars lose to the Sea Lions, 29-0.

“Our team is terrible this year,” Sam muttered and turned the TV off in disgust.

“This is why I only watch the Cubs and the Combines,” Len replied, sounding equally annoyed. (He often made this claim, but he always watched the Cougars the following year anyway.)

“I’m starting to think somebody from Gotham put a spell on our team the last time we played them or something.”

“Maybe so.” The Gotham team hadn’t played in two years, due to being called the Jesters, something that had prompted the Joker to turn up repeatedly and attempt to murder several players and the team mascot, but they were still formidable in the minds of the other sports teams.

“You got anything planned, Captain?” Sam asked, more out of boredom than anything.

“Not for another two weeks. Sorry.” Sam groaned.

“You bored?”

“A little. Want to go bother Piper?” Sam asked, not having any better ideas. It beat sitting around in the hideout watching reruns all day.

“Sure. Just let me get dressed.” He left and returned five minutes later wearing jeans and a t-shirt that read “Cold” on the front.

“Subtle,” Sam said. Len shrugged.

“Hey, it’s not like Hartley won’t know who we are anyways.” With that, the two left the hideout and started walking to the homeless shelter. (Sam probably could have used the Mirror Realm to get them there, but most people who weren’t him tended to puke when they were yanked through it, including Len, so walking was for the best.) About ten minutes later, they arrived at their destination, only to be grabbed by an exhausted-looking lady.

“Oh, good, you’re here! Our workers in the kitchen are completely understaffed!” Before Sam could explain that they weren’t there to volunteer, she dragged the two of them to the kitchen, and Sam found himself with dishpan hands. For the next two hours, he washed dishes, in part because the kitchen was so busy that he could barely finish one plate before ten others were shoved into his hands, and in part because he had neglected to bring his Mirror Gun and therefore couldn’t escape through a reflective surface or threaten someone into allowing him to leave. Len, meanwhile, had been more or less pressed into becoming a waiter, and no one had yet listened to his angry protests that he wasn’t a volunteer. Sam sighed. He was never going to complain about being bored again.

“What does Hartley like about this place?” Len asked as another tray of food was shoved into his hands by a smiling teenager.

“Oh, you know Hartley?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Len replied, sounding as confused as Sam felt. What was so special about one volunteer amongst like a hundred?

“That’s so cool! He’s amazing!” she exclaimed dreamily. Len made a face and walked away with the tray, while Sam turned to the girl in the hopes of figuring out why the Piper seemed to be a celebrity here.

“Why do you like Hartley?” he asked, only to have to turn away from her as another person shoved two plates into his hands.

“Because he really understands the people we serve. A lot of volunteers, myself included, have a hard time relating to the people here because we don’t want to come across as rude, but he acts like he’s known them all his life. Oh, and he’s a total babe,” the girl replied.

“Yeah. There’s nothing better than a cute guy who’s also a nice guy,” another girl, who was cooking, agreed.

“Basically, there’s only one guy who’s cooler than Hartley working here, and that’s Wally. We’re really lucky to have a real-life superhero volunteering here, because it encourages other people to help out. He’s great,” the first girl said.

“And he’s super cute,” the second girl added. She giggled, and Sam made a face. The Flash was not cute, and frankly, neither was Piper. How had he ended up in a place where they were celebrities after putting in so much effort to avoid such places? He decided to end the discussion and turn his attention back to the plates. At least they didn’t remind him of how non-heroic he was. About ten minutes later, Len returned, looking oddly pleased.

“Why are you smiling?” Sam asked. Len never smiled.

“I found a new Lisa,” Len replied cryptically, and when the next tray of food arrived, he practically grabbed it out of the cook’s hands. Sam just sighed. He had a weird boss.

“Here you go,” a guy said as he handed Sam twenty plates. Sam wanted to scream at the guy, but knew that Len wouldn’t be happy if he caused trouble off the clock, so instead he just started to wash the new load of plates, trying to ignore the fact that his back was killing him because he’d been standing in place for over two hours. Several minutes later, Len returned, still smiling widely and apparently as happy as a clam.

“Len, I haven’t seen you this happy in ages. Seriously, what gives?” Sam asked as he finished washing a plate and had six more shoved into his hands. (By this point, he was pretty much on autopilot when it came to washing the dumb things.)

“I told you. I found a new Lisa.” Sam scowled. Why was Len being so secretive?

“But that doesn’t make any sense!” he protested. Len smiled again, this time a bit sheepishly.

“Okay, if you’re really desperate to know, I’ll give it to you straight. There’s an adorable little girl out there who looks just like Lisa used to. Her name is Josephine, and she… she don’t have a father worth speaking of, and, well, somebody needs to help her,” he said.

“Um...okay,” Sam replied. He’d long been aware that Len had a soft spot for young kids, but he’d never seen the man take this much of an interest in helping one before today. Supervillains didn’t help people. It just wasn’t done (unless you were Piper, but Piper was weird.)

“I’m coming back tomorrow-and bringing her some presents, if I can get them. Nobody who looks that much like my sister is gonna go without if I can help it.” Sam stared at Len in shock and wondered idly if the Piper had used his flute to somehow brainwash him.

“Whatever floats your boat, Len.” He personally planned to never come back, as, unlike some people (including Len, apparently), he actually wanted to maintain his reputation, but he wasn’t going to rain on Len’s parade, either. Len grinned, took another tray, and then exited the kitchen again. Sam rolled his eyes and kept robotically washing plates. A few minutes later, Piper appeared, beaming.

“I didn’t think you cared about the poor, Sam. I’m glad to see that I was wrong.” Sam almost laughed out loud. Was Piper really naive enough to think that HE would want to help people? Him, the scourge of Central City? What a laugh. There was nothing good about him.

“Actually, I came here to bug you, but then one of the people who I think works here dragged Len and me to the kitchen and I’ve been washing dishes ever since.” Piper’s face fell.

“Well, if you came here simply to bother me, then you deserve your current fate.” The man sounded utterly disappointed, and Sam rolled his eyes for what was probably the twentieth time that hour. Hadn’t Piper figured out that he was the bad guy yet? Did he honestly think he was a good man?

“How’d you even know I was here?”

“Captain Cold told me.” Given Len’s recent mood, Sam wasn’t surprised.

“Of course he did.”

“Well, I’ll leave you to your task, Sam.” Sam stuck his tongue out at Piper’s retreating back and continued washing dishes. Two hours later, he was finally relieved from duty (the shelter evidently really was very understaffed), only to find that Len didn’t want to leave.

“Len, come on! We’ve been relieved from duty! We can go!”

“But I don’t want to leave just yet. I’m enjoying myself.”

“Well, that makes one of us. Now let’s go!” Sam said. Len smiled plaintively.

“At least let me introduce you to Josephine.” Sam groaned.

“Fine.” Len eagerly led him out of the kitchen and up a flight of stairs, where he saw a children’s playroom. A tiny little blonde girl ran up to Len and hugged his leg. Sam examined her and decided that she did, indeed, look a lot like Lisa-and then noticed that she had a black eye.

“Wait… did her father…?”

“Yeah. He did. That’s why I want to help her out.”

“Hi, there, kid. I’m Sam, Len’s friend,” Sam told the little girl awkwardly. He was the last person who should be talking to the kid, what with a) being a villain and b) having a decent childhood, but he figured that he should do something.

“Hi,” she said quietly. Then she buried her face back in Len’s leg.

“Why did she trust you so quickly?” Sam asked. Len looked at the floor.

“I have scars, too,” he muttered, which made Sam feel like a bit of a jerk for being so mystified by Len’s uncharacteristic niceness- this girl reminded him of himself! No wonder he was being nice to her. A brown-haired woman walked up to him. She also looked a lot like Lisa, except for the hair color, and, just like her daughter, she had a black eye.

“Your friend is terrific. My Josephine adores him,” she said.

“I’m glad, but we have to go now,” Sam replied, shooting Len a glare to try to get him to get moving. Len sighed and turned to the little girl.

“I’ve gotta go now, princess, but I’ll be back soon. Good-bye.”

“Bye,” the little girl replied. She released his leg, and Len and Sam left the room and exited the shelter. They walked home, Len still seeming pretty happy, and upon arrival, they found that the roof had been repaired. They went inside-and found Lisa and Dillon making out again. Sam was hopeful that Lisa would be able to keep Len and Dillon in line, but just in case, he prepared to exit the room. He was shocked when Len smiled at them and said,

“Hey, sis? I just wanted to tell you that I’m giving you two my blessing.” Dillon looked at him skeptically.

“What is the catch, Leonard?”

“No catch, Dillon. I still don’t like you, but my sister’s old enough to know what she wants. If it makes her happy to be with you, it makes me happy, too. Sorry I’ve been such a creep, lately.” He shook Dillon’s hand, pecked his sister on the cheek, and walked off.

“What was that about?” Lisa asked.

“As far as I can tell, he has a new person to protect now, so he can see you as the adult you are. I was bored a couple hours ago, so I suggested to Len that we go to the Piper’s shelter to bug him, and he agreed. Bad idea, by the way, because we got forced into working there, but while we were there, he met a little girl named Josephine, and he enjoyed helping her, I guess because they have lousy fathers in common, so now he’s taken it upon himself to protect her, and since she needs help a lot more than you do, he can lighten up around you.”

“Fascinating,” Dillon said, not sounding at all fascinated. Lisa smiled.

“Thanks, Sam!” she exclaimed. She pecked him on the cheek again, much to his confusion. Did she think that he had intended to introduce Len to Josephine?

“I, uh, wasn’t actually planning to help you guys by going there, but I’m, uh, glad that the trip ended up helping you out,” he said. Lisa nodded, and then she and Dillon embraced and started kissing yet again, and Sam went to his room, exhausted. What a day. As he collapsed on his bed, he glanced on the comic book that he had thrown away, and he felt another pang of guilt. If Len could change his spots, and if he could help resolve a family quarrel without even meaning to, maybe-just maybe- he could change his spots, too. He picked up his cell phone and dialed the number that one of his parole officers had programmed into his phone years ago upon one of his many releases from prison. The phone rang for a few seconds, and then someone picked up.

“Hello? Mom? I know it’s been forever, but I was wondering if maybe you could talk.”

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freyjaiam · 7 years ago

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RC prompt: Mick writes, Sara is an artist (at least in fanon), but what is Leonard's artistic/creative talent that only his partners know about?

Sara smiled as the beautiful notes traveled down the hall, drawing her toward the spacious living room as she tied the belt of her black, silk robe. Her feet were bare and silent on the wooden floor, the scent of sandalwood intoxicating and relaxing her as she searched out the man who hadn’t been in bed with her. She trailed her fingertips along the plain, white walls that were decorated with her sketches and canvas paintings, emerging from the darkened hallway into the dimly lit living room. There, in the corner sitting at the polished, black grand piano: was Leonard. He didn’t see her yet. He had his eyes closed, feeling the music as he played, his long and slender digits traveling over the keys with precise and skilled movements that had tingles going down her spine. His music was always hauntingly beautiful. She could see the picture he was trying to draw with his notes so clearly in her mind. She could feel his pain. The sorrow of his past ghosts that still haunted him to this day. The anguish was almost tangible, and it took everything in Sara not to rush forward and engulf him with a hug and kiss away his pain. He’d once admitted to her that his music was his therapy. Whatever demons needed to be exorcised from his mind had her keeping her distance. She took a seat on the oversized leather chair Mick favored, tucking her feet beneath her and resting her elbow on the arm of the furniture. Her loose hair tickled her wrist and forearm as she relaxed, blue eyes taking in her lover as his piece hit the crescendo.

When the last bars were played and the final notes faded away in the room Sara waited a breath before rising. He’d opened his eyes and he’d seen her long before he’d finished playing. He just watched until she made her way to the bench. She saw that he was still in the clothes he’d been in when they’d gone to sleep earlier that night. He hadn’t even bothered to slip on a robe or his slippers. The white shirt was snug and the gray pajama bottoms loose.

“Did I wake you?”

“Only because you weren’t in bed. Not because of the music.”

“I had to play,” he said softly, looking down to the keys now, fingertips running over them but not pressing to make a sound. “Had to get it out.”

“Nightmare?” He didn’t verbally answer, but she saw the answer in his eyes. Saw those ghosts she’d heard earlier. She reached out, hesitated, then placed a hand on his shoulder. It stiffened slightly, which broke her heart, but then relaxed as her soothing caress calmed him. “You don’t have to talk about it. Just know I’m here. So is Mick, even though he’s sleeping in the other room.”

“Lisa called. Said she was pregnant. She’s worried that she’d be like our parents. That she’ll be a horrible mother. I told her that her fears were unwarranted. That she would be a wonderful mother. She is still scared. Worried that she’ll end up like our mother… Or worse. Our father.”

Sara shifted closer. Both arms wrapped around his middle, trapping his right arm as she rest her head just below his shoulder. He sighed, raising his free hand and placing it on the spot where her elbow bent near his stomach. They stayed like that for a long time. Neither moved, the only sound their mingled breathing and the ticking clock sitting on the mantle above the fireplace. They shifted when they heard a door open, the heavy footfalls down the hall signalling that Mick was awake as well.

Mick wasn’t silent like Sara. They could track him up until he turned the corner. He’d been naked when Sara left him. Due to the frigid winter, and the fact that he hated the cold, he’d slipped on his favorite robe and slippers to ward off the chill since his two lovers weren’t in bed with him to retain his heat.

“What’s goin’ on?” he asked, his eyes squinting slightly because he didn’t have his glasses. He hated his glasses. He only wore them when he absolutely needed to. Mostly when he did his reading. And his writing. He shuffled to the other side of the bench and plopped down, his hand grazing the lower keys of the piano and making them wail, and Leonard wince. “I woke up. You both were gone. You out here getting busy without me?”

He said it as a joke. He could read his partner since the first day he’d met him. He was spooked. Something got into his head. Sara was holding him tight but it was something that needed both of them. He reached over, his scarred hand resting on Leonard’s thigh, warming it through the material of his pants.

“Oh please, like you ever give us the chance to do that,” teased Sara.

“You should be sleeping, Mick. You have a signing tomorrow.”

“Bah... I’m fine. Besides, my fans love it when I’m out of it.”

“He did have them cheering when he overturned the table at the last place.”

“Damn crooks were trying to charge my fans extra for my autograph instead of just charging them for the book! They got what they had coming to them!”

Leonard felt put out. His inability to cope had gotten the two people he cared most about aside from Lisa out of bed and worrying about him. He hated how his head got sometimes. He wanted to blame his abusive father. His alcoholic mother. But something sick and twisted in his head blamed himself. It seeped into his thoughts and wouldn’t go away. Hadn’t budged in over forty years.

“Let’s just all go back to bed.”

He’d lay there, wide-awake, but they would be safe and warm.

“Mick, apparently we’re going to be an aunt and uncle.”

“Is that so?” Mick hummed. “Haircut knocked up your sister, huh?”

Leonard scowled. Mick howled with laughter. He’d always liked Ray. Leonard, on the other hand, hadn’t. Hell, even Sara liked the boy scout. Then again, Len was always protective of his sister. Had even squared up to Mick and asked about his intentions at one time because he’d thought he’d been hanging around for HER instead of HIM. Boy had he shocked the hell out of Leonard when he’d just grabbed him and kissed him instead.

They’d been together ever since.

Sara had been a surprise. Someone they’d met at the bar. Someone who had proposed a fling and they’d all been drunk and willing. Well, Mick had been willing. Leonard had taken some convincing... But had warmed up to Sara very quickly. She’d been reluctant to call it anything but a fling. Like them, she had her own demons, but one night she’d confessed to liking it with them. So... She stayed. Had inserted herself into their lives and had flourished. They all had. Shortly after Mick’s first book had been published. Sara had some art pieces bought before but after some time and some pushing from her lovers she’d really gone out there. She still did defensive training as her main project for at-risk women. But art was her other passion... And also what helped pay the bills.

Then Leonard, who had always been hesitant to go out there and showcase his talent, still liked to only play at home. He ran a security business, something that an ex-thief would flourish at, but at home he played. Mick always thought he had what it took to get famous from it. But he knew, deep down, that this was private. Something he only shared with those close to him. Music was something Leonard clung to when his past reared it’s ugly head.

“He did,” said Sara, pressing a kiss to Leonard’s shoulder. “Had him worried about what might happen if it were to happen to him.”

Leonard tensed. Ah hell, Mick felt that change right before Leonard scrambled off the piano bench away from the both of them, hands slamming against the keys and making a chaotic mess of a sound. He had that trapped look on his face as he started pacing, both hands rubbing over his closely shaven head. Sara merely shifted on the bench, crossed her arms and legs, and waited. She was so damn patient. Mick wasn’t, but hell, he didn’t know how to handle this.

The thought of kids had him all panicked, too.

Leonard should have known Sara would have picked up on the reason for his panic. She was too damn smart for her own good. Yeah, perhaps that was why he played. That the panic that Lisa felt about her unborn child transferred to him. Had him wondering what the hell he’d do if Sara were to suddenly tell him she was pregnant. Had him wondering if it was Mick’s, if he would be left alone in the dark while they built their little family.

“Leonard. Len!” Sara was suddenly there, cupping his heated cheeks with her cooler palms. “Hey, baby, breathe for me... Okay? Breathe...”

He had no idea he’d been holding his breath. He struggled to inhale, the exhale shaky.. His eyes met Sara’s and that calm hit him. His hands went over hers and he felt Mick at his back and he breathed. There was a light sheen of sweat on his forehead and at the back of his neck.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, struggling with the simple word.

“I’m not pregnant so hold off on the panic attack,” teased Sara, making him give a slightly broken laugh. “Talk to us, Len...”

“It’s just my head,” he whispered. “Stupid stuff... Lisa made a comment about worrying about being like our parents. Of course, it had me worried, too...”

“You’re nothin’ like that asshole,” said Mick, meaning Leonard’s dad.

“I know... But it doesn’t mean those thoughts don’t come.”

“Remember Abby?” asked Sara.

Abby was the daughter of Sara’s sister Laurel and her husband Tommy.

“Yeah.”

“You were so gentle with her. So kind. There was nothing malicious about you when we all watched her that first night. Or any of the other nights. And Lisa... Remember Lisa? You said you practically raised her. You didn’t harm her, did you?”

“No...”

“You’re nothing like him, Len,” said Mick. “You gotta believe that.”

“I do... I do...” His eyes closed. “Just... I don’t know. It’s ridiculous.”

Mick pulled at Leonard and he easily turned into his embrace. Mick, the rock of the three, held him tight while Sara turned off the lights. Slowly they made their way back to the bedroom. They lay with Leonard in the middle. He was locked with Mick still, so Sara pressed to his back.

“I love you,” she whispered, making his fear abate some more.

“We both do,” murmured Mick.

“And we’ll always be here for you,” said Sara, pressing her lips to the back of his neck. “Always.”

“What if I can’t go there?” he asked. “What if I can’t give you a family, Sara?”

“You two are my family.”

Leonard relaxed, the last dark thought dissipating, for now.

“Go back to sleep,” said Mick. “You gotta make me an omelette in the morning.”

All three laughed.

All three held on to one another.

And when the sun finally rose over the horizon and awakened the city to the new day... They were still tangled together, ready to take on any threat that be-felled them.

Together.

END

#rogue canary #mick rory #leonard snart #sara lance #legends of tomorrow #lotff #lot fanfic #rcff #rc ff #dragonydreams #prompt 92

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delkios · 7 years ago

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Show for Me (DC TV)

Title from Peter Gabriel's Sledgehammer because I still can't title~ Also, ages left deliberately vague so they're young but as old as the reader feels comfortable for the situation. Title: Show for Me Fandom: DC TV Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 4630 Characters: Len, Mick Summary: Awkward first time sex. Lewis, Len had long since decided, was the absolute worse. On this particular occasion it was due to his controlling father doing his damnedest to ensure Len made no friends growing up. Which resulted in a stunted ability to socialize. Which eventually lead to his recent predicament of how to tell Mick that Len's ready to have sex with him. They'd at least managed to bungle their way- mostly by accident -into making out occasionally accompanied by grinding, so at least that ordeal was out of the way. But the times when Mick's hands would wander, would get a little too bold and creep under Len's clothes, Len would freeze. Mick, thankfully, would back off each time without pressing for an explanation. It also tended to end the making out for the day which was a disappointment for Len but, honestly, was probably smarter in the long run. It had happened so often that Mick became cautious about the placement of his hands, about not caging Len with his body or holding him too tightly and Len really could not comprehend his luck in snagging someone like that.

But now that he was finally ready for the next step, Len wasn't sure how to go about it without just blurting out, "I'd really like to touch your dick". And he really didn't want to do that. The last few times he tried to hint about it, they ended up 1) sneaking into a multiplex theater and watching every movie playing, 2) using low-grade explosives to blow every fire hydrant on Main- which served as a nice distraction for some robberies -and 3) watching Mr. Ed re-runs while getting high. Len couldn't recall how they ended up doing that. What made it all even more complicated wan't just wanting to get his hand on Mick's cock, it was that Len wanted Mick to fuck him. For the past few weeks, trying to get over his nerves, Len had been sneaking into various gay bars around Central, listening in on conversations about sexual encounters to get an idea of what to expect. And it wasn't like Len never explored his own body on the rare occasion he had the privacy and time for it- though even being completely alone in Lewis's house, Len never felt comfortable doing more than pressing the very tip of a finger into his hole. But it was enough for Len to conclude he'd be absolutely willing to give it a try. With Mick. If he could ever figure out how to say so. If nothing else, however, Len was determined. He picked a night- a weekend where Lisa would be at a sleepover and Lewis taking a week to blow all their money in New Orleans -to make it happen. Len prepared food- takeout cheesesteaks and fries with a ziplock bag of condoms and lube hidden between the larger paper bags, saturated with grease -and himself- mentally and physically and still coming up with and discarding scenarios even as he was knocking on the door to Mick's shitty apartment. Even after the food was eaten and ill-gotten beer drank, Len still hadn't come up with a plan but, given he was also pressing Mick down into the couch and kissing him senseless, Len figured plans were overrated. At least in this case. He rolled his hips down, feeling Mick's arousal against his hip, making Mick groan into his mouth and it both frightened and elated Len because this was going to happen. His hands shook from both excitement and nerves, pushing his hands up and under Mick's shirt, mapping the thick muscles with his palms. Mick made a noise like desperation right before he pulled back from Len's lips. "Wait- Len." "Hm?" He just kissed his way down Mick's jaw and neck, breathing him in deep. "Gotta... stop- wait." Fumbling, Mick grabbed at Len's wrists. He took a moment to breath before saying, voice wavering a bit, "Keep this up, I don't think I can keep my hands from wandering too far." Definitely happening. "I'm okay with that." "What?" "I am okay," Len said slowly, one hand sliding down Mick's body until he could press the heel of it just above Mick's groin, "with doing more." Mick's jaw dropped open. "You... really? You wanna... How? I mean, like- hands or- or mouth?" Len licked his lips- now or never. "Like," he forced himself to keep Mick's gaze, "you could fuck me." Mick's jaw dropped even further. "Really?" "Do you not want to?" "I want to! Hell yeah, I want to! I just didn't think- I thought it'd be- are you really sure?" "Yes, Mick." Len pushed himself up from the couch. "Though I think your bed will be a little more comfortable for this." "Yeah, okay, uh. I got some stuff. You know- condoms and lube." Len's lips twitched. Of course Mick was prepared for this. "Me, too." Feeling more confidant, Len began walking to Mick's room, pulling his shirt off as he went. When he still hadn't heard Mick move, Len half turned, hands instinctively folding his shirt between them. "Are you coming?" Mick all but fell off the couch scrambling after him. He caught up with Len just inside the bedroom door, spinning the man around to claim him in a searing kiss. Len grabbed the front of Mick's shirt and walked them back to the bed. At the last moment, Len spun them around, shoving Mick onto the mattress. He bounced once, flopping onto his elbows and looking up at Len with amazement. Len smirked at him, tossing his shirt aside and running his hands over his waist before undoing the fly to his jeans, shoving them down and off, leaving Len in just his underwear. Mick just lay there, throat bobbing as he visibly swallowed. Len huffed in laughter, leaning down just enough to tug on the cuff of Mick's jean leg. "Well?" Mick needed no further encouragement, fumbling out of his own clothes until he was naked of everything but a very tented pair of boxes. Len licked his lips and crawled onto the bed and Mick sat up to meet him halfway. Their hands ran over newly bared skin, stealing kisses from each other as they admired the other's body. Len straddled Mick's hips, grinding down teasingly and feeling Mick shudder against him. He snaked his hand down to Mick's boxer's and Mick groaned, leaning back, giving Len more access. His hand closed around Mick's shaft and Len licked his lips in anticipation, pumping once before sliding his hand up, searching for the head- Abruptly Len pulled away. Mick got as far as, "What-" before he was shoved into the mattress, Len grabbing the waistband for Mick's boxers and yanking them down to his thighs. Mick's cock sprung out, thick and curved and bobbing in the air. It looked like it was wrapped in a sock, except for the very tip where the bulbous end was peeking out. It was so alien from Len's own that he blurted out, "What's wrong with your dick?" "Whaddya mean what's wrong with it?" Mick got up on his elbows and Len could tell from the set of his shoulders he was beginning to get defensive. "Is it 'cause I'm uncut? You got a problem with that?" Len opened his mouth to ask what the hell 'uncut' meant before it hit him: Mick wasn't circumcised. It then also occurred to Len that he'd never actually seen a penis asides from his own before- all the skin mags his father had was nothing but women and Len had been so self-conscious about scars and bruises in any circumstances that required undressing that he never peeked at the other boys, even in juvie. He reached out, dragging a finger over Mick's cock, beginning to wilt, watching the skin slide with it. "This is what it's supposed to look like?" From what little he knew about circumcision, Len had thought it was just snipping off a flap of skin like a stray thread or something. He didn't think foreskin was actually a... a flesh sheath. "If it's natural, yeah." Mick's hands were fisting the sheets, still defensive but at least he wasn't shoving Len away and leaving. "Lotta guys in town got circumcised 'cause of health reasons but my dad didn't like it. Said it was- uh," his eyes flickered to Len guiltily, "he didn't like it." Given Len knew Mick's father had been a hardline Protestant, he appreciated the lack of specifics jabbing at his own (lapsed) faith. He hummed and wrapped his fingers around Mick again- now mostly flaccid. When he pulled down, it drew the foreskin back and revealed a more familiar head. He pumped again, feeling Mick's cock twitch and thicken in his fist, the foreskin pulling back further the harder he got. Mick squirmed beneath him, biting back a moan. "So," his voice cracked slightly at his forced nonchalance, "when do I get to see yours?" Len paused, suddenly feeling self-conscious again. Mick rolled his eyes. "I've seen a circumcised dick before. When I was little a bunch of us would cut school sometimes when it got hot and jumped in a pond. None of us planned ahead and brought swimsuits." "How scandalous," Len drawled, letting Mick push him back so he could sit up. "You're a natural born rule breaker, aren't you?" "Lucky for you I am." He pulled Len's cock out, grip tight and firm- and too dry for more than a couple pumps before drawing his fist up until it was just below the head. "Always liked the way they looked," Mick rumbled, sounding like he was mostly talking to himself. "Just as gorgeous as the rest of you." Len couldn't stop the flush of pleasure if he wanted to. Instead Len pumped his hand around Mick, slow and firm, and thought the movement of foreskin could be surprisingly mesmerizing. "I think natural suits you," he purred, scooting back onto Mick's lap again, hands bumping together. "A little rugged-looking on the outside, but under that," he thumbed where the vein met the flared rim of the head, pressing against it until Mick swore and shook, "everything else is mine," Len whispered against Mick's lips. Mick's mouth dropped open and, with a long, guttural moan, came all over Len's hand. Len sat back on his heels and looked down at his hand, letting Mick's softening cock slip out of it, as if unable to comprehend what happened. Mick fell back on the bed and threw an arm over his eyes. A deep flush was starting to darken Mick's cheeks, all the way down his neck. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't- that wasn't supposed to happen." "Happens to all of us," Len replied neutrally. He could only assume it happened to everyone at some point, virgin that he was. He cast his eyes about, trying to find something that wasn't the bed to wipe his hand off with. Len noticed Mick was peeking up at him from under the crook of his elbow and Len decided, what the hell, and tentatively lapped at the spunk on his knuckles. It didn't taste great but it wasn't actively unpleasant, either. It did make Mick moan so Len figured he'd commit and methodically licked every trace up. After, Len sat, perched on Mick's thighs, the two awkwardly trying not to meet each other's eyes as they tried to figure out what to do next with Mick's cock still flaccid between them and Len's own flagging. "Um," Mick shifted a bit, as best he could under Len, anyway, "I'll be ready to go in about ten minutes. If you wanna wait." Len was about to ask sarcastically what Mick proposed they'd do in the mean time- watch some tv, heat up some popcorn -before remembering what the ultimate end goal was. The thought made him clench reflexively. "Okay, yeah, uh... how," he cleared his throat when his voice felt on the verge of cracking, "how do you want to do this?" "On your hands and knees would be good." "Right." Len pulled back, shucking his underwear off entirely and Mick did the same. When he got back on the bed, in the position Mick requested, Len couldn't help tensing, feeling oddly vulnerable. A large, warm hand rubbed between his shoulder blades and then down his spine but it didn't do much to slow Len's beating heart. Then both of Mick's hands kneaded at the globes of Len's ass, pulling the cheeks apart and exposing him and Len tightened his jaw to keep from calling this off. He agreed to give it a try, he couldn't end it before anything even happened. Then a thumb ran over his hole, gentle, pressing just enough to catch the rim as Mick rubbed and it felt so intimate it punched the breath right out of Len. "You good?" Mick asked in that quiet, dreamy voice he sometimes got when mesmerized by fire. That put an unexpected stab of lust in Len. He pushed his hips back, pressing against Mick's thumb. "Yeah. Do it." When Mick swore and fumbled for the bag on the floor, Len smirked to himself. He liked having that kind of power over his partner, making him clumsy and eager. He waited, listening to the click of the lube cap, the soft sound as Mick spread it over his finger and let out a deep breath when Mick said, "Here we go." Mick pressed in just slightly and Len yelped, pulling away. "What the hell?" Len had been expecting the lube but that didn't feel like Mick's thumb had a moment ago. He turned to Mick, "Are you wearing a latex glove?" Mick held his hand up, one finger glistening slightly. "Hygiene or whatever. Supposed to help stop spreading disease or something." For a moment Len just stared at him. But he got back into position with a vaguely confused, "Whatever." Len was suddenly mentally transported to an hour ago, laying in the bathtub with water in his ass, trying to get himself cleaned out. Sex was going to have to do a lot of work to be worth the mortification and uncomfortableness that came with the prep. A cold, slick finger worked its way into his hole, squirming and gradual and Len had shut his eyes, trying to convince himself not to tense up. Mick's other hand rested on the small of Len's back, thumb running circles over his hip which was nice. Then it started massaging a cheek, pulling it aside so Mick had a better view of Len's hole and it was embarrassing but also surprisingly hot, especially when Mick groaned and said things like, "You're so fucking beautiful, Len, how are you so damn gorgeous?" Normally Len didn't like people talking about him like he was a girl- calling him beautiful or pretty or anything like that -mainly because it was always meant to be derogatory. But Mick, like many things with Mick, was an exception. There was something about Mick praising him, either his looks or skills or cleverness, in that rough voice of his that made Len melt. It wasn't, however, enough for Len to forget the awkwardness of his current position and eventually he said, "Mick." "Yeah?" "We gotta do it like this?" He looked over his shoulder to see Mick staring back. "Like what?" "Like this." Len wiggled his hips slightly. "I feel like I'm on display." "For me, maybe. No one else is gonna see you like this." Mick's words were accompanied by his free hand giving a slight, possessive squeeze to Len's ass cheek. "I know I just... feel like livestock or something." Mick snorted. "Your ass is too skinny to be winning Best In Show." "Mick-" "Fine, fine." Mick pulled his finger out and Len was momentarily distracted at how empty he suddenly felt. "On your back." It took a few moments to get Len re-situated, a pillow under his hips to give Mick a better angle to work with. When Mick pressed his finger- re-lubed -back in, Len couldn't help but ask, "Not gonna tell me how gorgeous I am in this position?" "You're gorgeous no matter what, you vain shit." Mick drawled, his tone more fond than his words. He leaned forward to give Len a soft little kiss- which hadn't been Len's intention with the switch but was definitely a bonus he'd take. "Now shut up and let me fuck you." Len huffed in laughter, stealing another quick kiss. "By all means." It was definitely weird, feeling Mick's finger wriggling around inside him, pressing against the sides. It wasn't bad but not good enough for Len to consider doing this again. After a while, Mick pulled his hand out, squeezed out some more lube and this time pushed two fingers in. Now Len was starting to get uncomfortable. His cock was starting to flag from neglect and discomfort. Mick noticed and wrapped his hand around the base which had Len shuddering. Unfortunately Mick didn't do much else with it. Every now and again he'd pump his hand, but it was like an after thought and Len couldn't get more than half hard. Eventually Mick took his hand away with a frustrated sound. "Jack yourself off, would you?" Len snorted, doing as he was told. "Figures a guy that can't pat his head and rub his stomach at the same time can't multitask," he teased. That got him a glare. "If you wanna make this harder on yourself, then do whatever you want. But jacking off is suppose to make you less tense so this part would be easier." Len bit his lip to hold back a groan, hard on coming back to life under his own expert touch. It was certainly a nice distraction and that, in turn, made the fingers in his ass less uncomfortable as he relaxed. "Who told you that?" This time it was Mick who tensed, pausing briefly and staring at a spot just over Len's shoulder. Mick getting embarrassed so many times in so short a period was kind of blowing Len's mind. "I, uh... got someone to show me." "Show you what?" "How to fuck." Mick's voice gradually got quieter until he was all but mumbling. "A guy." Len got up on his elbows, so surprised by this admission he'd all but forgotten about Mick's fingers. "You got someone to teach you anal? Who?" Mick ducked his head, turning red all the way to the tips of his ears. "A hooker." "You paid a hooker to teach you anal?" "Well who else was I supposed to ask?" Mick shot back, fingers curling in instinctive reaction, making Len gasp. "Most I ever did was finger a couple girls and they're self-lubricating! I wanted to make sure I wouldn't hurt you!" For a moment, Len couldn't think of anything to say. Mick had put in more thought to this than Len expected- hell, even more than Len did because, really, his ventures eavesdropping and scrounging for information in men's health magazines wasn't nearly as informative as a hands on demonstration. As the silence stretched on into something awkward once more, Len smirked and said, "Self-lubricating?" "Shut up," Mick growled, curling his fingers again, this time to deliberately make Len gasp. After a while, the movement of Mick's fingers inside him was starting to get almost soothing. Enough to the point that Len couldn't help but rock his hips along with it. Mick kissed his upright knee. "You ready for one more?" "Go for it." The third finger was tight, almost to the point of pain but Len just pumped his dick harder to distract him from it. Maybe they were starting to get the hang of this, he thought. "How're you doing?" Len asked, tilting his head so he could see if Mick's own cock was getting hard yet. It was indeed, complete with a thick bead of precum pearling at the end and if that damn near wasn't the most delectable thing Len had ever seen. "C'mon," Len said, wriggling a bit. "Let's do this." Mick groaned. "You're gonna be the fucking end of me, Lenny." "At least I'm worth it." "Damn right you are." When Mick pulled his fingers out this time, Len felt even emptier and open. Thankfully it didn't take Mick long to put on a condom and slather lube over himself, keeping Len from starting to get self-conscious. "Ready?" Mick asked and when Len nodded, he pushed in slowly. It, like Mick's fingers before, felt odd but Len was loose enough that there was no pain or discomfort. Gradually Mick kept going until he sank all the way to the hilt and Len had to take a couple deep breathes because Mick's cock was longer than his fingers had been and Len felt... full. It was the only thing he could think of. Above him, Mick was shaking slightly, eyes shut and face screwed up like he was convincing himself to stay still. Eventually his eyes cracked open and he said, voice tight, "Tell me when you're ready to go." Len couldn't help smiling up at him. "Go for it." He pulled back, tentatively, until just the tip remained, and then pushed in just as slowly and Len breathed out with him. Gradually Mick picked up speed and Len couldn't help the little noises that came out of him when he did. As Mick hit the speed where each thrust pushed out a moan, he shifted forward, elbows on either side of Len's shoulders so Len could feel the roll of Mick's entire body against him. Mick's weight over him was almost suffocating and Len loved it with an intensity that shocked him. Just the fact he liked it at all was shocking but there Len was, tempted to grip Mick's back and press the man down against him. It was like a cocoon, warm and possessive and comforting and Len never felt safer in his life, having Mick between him and the rest of the world, cradled in those powerful arms. It was worth it. Len would do damn near anything to recreate this moment and it would be worth it. Except... the angle wasn't quite right. Len squirmed on the bed, tilting his hips forward and back, trying to figure out which was better. Mick bit down on his shoulder and groaned. "Fuck, Lenny- gonna cum if you keep doing that." Len opened his mouth to say, "Isn't that the point?" but caught himself. Instead he said, "Mick, hang on- Mick!" Mick's hips stuttered mid-thrust. He growled against Len's chest, arms braced and back bowed as if it was through sheer force of will he didn't keep pounding into Len. "What?" He rasped, pushing back to look down at Len. "Something wrong?" "Sort of." The sex was nice but not really satisfying. At least not to the extent everyone around Len seemed to consider it. That got Mick's attention, pulling back further, something like horror edging into his expression. "Am I hurting you? Is it bad? Do you need-" "No, nothing like that. I just... you're not getting in deep enough." He squirmed some more and Mick- realizing what the problem was -tried to adjust his own positioning, lifting up, leaning back, leaning forward. It wasn't until he got his arms underneath Len's legs, dick shifting, that Len gasped. "There! Holy shit- do that again!" Surprised by the response, Mick cautiously circled his hips. It was so close but maddeningly still not enough. Len kicked his heel into Mick's shoulder. "Harder!" Mick pulled out a few inches before thrusting back in- still slowly but with more force and that time Len moaned. "That's it. Fuck, Mick." Encouraged, Mick did it again and again, gradually picking up speed with each subsequent thrust. It was a bit of an odd position for him, half risen to his knees and practically holding Len's bottom half in the air, and it made his muscles burn and quiver but if it made Len keen and tremble like that, Mick would endure damn near anything. Eventually he had to rearrange Len's legs to over his arms, then, when they kept slipping, over his shoulders and Len hooked his legs as best he could, crying out, one hand clawing at the bed and the other stripping his cock in time with Mick's thrusts. Mick was so mesmerized, so focused in trying to wring out as many noises from Len as possible that he lost his balance mid-thrust, falling forward. He caught himself on his hands and Len was damn near bent in half, but he made the loudest noise Mick had ever heard from him. Half-moan, half-sob and he started begging Mick for more. Mick's brain went completely blank, just rutting into Len as hard and fast as he could, like their lives depended on it. The pressure built up in him, threatening to steal his breath away but all Mick could do was watch Len, fixating on his chest where Len's cock was dripping pre-cum. "Shit, Lenny. Baby, you're so gorgeous. Fuck- the things you do to me. Anything you want, Lenny, I'd do fucking anything for you-" his words cut off as his second orgasm hit him, legs churning as he pressed in as close to Len as possible, muffling a groan into Len's chest. An arm came around, wrapping around Mick's head and keeping him there as Len just whispered Mick's name over and over until he came, too, coating both of them with spunk. Len fell back into the bed bonelessly, may have even blackout for a moment because the next thing he knew, Mick was doing his best to clean them off with a discarded shirt. It may have been Len's. He wasn't exactly in the frame of mind to care in any case, not even about the used condom tossed carelessly on the bedside table. Len was still coming down as Mick rearranged the two of them into more comfortable positions. Mick lay out on his side, head propped up with one hand, the other laying possessively on Len's chest, thumb running lightly over the skin there. "That good?" Mick asked. He didn't sound smug, more genuinely curious. Len hummed, smiling faintly. "I wouldn't be opposed to doing that again in the near future." "Yeah?" Mick settled down, hooking his chin over Len's shoulder. His voice was a little more tentative as he asked, "Maybe next time you can fuck me?" Len blinked, then shifted to look down at his partner. "You want me to fuck you?" "Yeah. You don't wanna?" "No- I mean yes- wait." Len forced himself to pause and start over. "I didn't think you'd want me to. I mean, I didn't think you'd want to be the girl in this relationship." Len suddenly was washed in dread as he suddenly realized the implications of his own actions. Mick just reached up a hand to poke Len in the forehead, pressing until Len put his head back down on the bed. "That's dumb, what does that even mean? Being the girl in the relationship. Unless you're not telling me something important, you're no more a girl than I am." "So... this isn't going to change anything?" "Nothing changed when we started making out, right? Don't see why sex would." Mick shifted closer. "I just thought you'd wanna use your dick sometime, too. And the way you were moaning and writhing- fuck, Len. Pretty sure you ruined me for sex with anyone else." Len smiled and turned so his could throw an arm over Mick's shoulders. "Yeah, partner. Whatever you want."

#dccoldwave #fic 2017 #dc tv #mick rory #leonard snart

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agentmarymargaretskitz · 7 years ago

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Repercussions of Time Drift

Sequel to Five Years after numerous requests for more.

AO3

As soon as the anachronism was corrected, Ray dove forward to hug Sara and Leonard. “You’re not dead!”

“Nope,” Sara shook her head as she returned the hug. “Still very alive.”

“We missed you too, Raymond,” Leonard admitted. “Now can you let us go?”

“Sorry,” Ray released them. “It’s been a while and we all thought you two were, well, dead.”

“It was only a week,” Mick muttered as he greeted the formerly lost teammates. “You gotta stop making me think you’re dead.”

“I would if I could stop these things from happening to me,” Leonard replied. “And it’s only been a week for you all? Sara and I have spent five years here.”

“Five years?” Ray repeated.

“Yeah, Ray,” Sara nodded. “Since you all left us in 1906 when the quake happened.”

“Pretty got the times wrong,” Mick stated sullenly. “Your comms went down and we had to make a call.”

“Gideon detected the block you were on suffered extreme damage,” Ray explained as they began to walk back to the Waverider. “All of us didn’t want to admit it, but it seemed too likely that you were both dead. So we pulled out and went back to the temporal zone. It took us a few days to get up the courage to tell Mr. Lance and Lisa, then we went back to anachronism duty.”

Sara sighed. “Well, this won’t be the first time Dad’s found out I’m back from the dead.”

“Same goes for my sister,” Leonard added.

“They’ll be happy to see you though,” Ray said positively. “And so will the others when they see you alive.”

“You aren’t on a tight schedule, are you?” Sara asked. “Because Len and I have to deal with some things here.”

“Like what?” Mick scoffed. “You two put down roots or something?”

Sara looked to Leonard. Neither Ray nor Mick seemed to have noticed the wedding rings yet. She couldn’t help but wonder how much longer it would take before they did. Whenever they did, another hug from Ray was certain to follow.

“Something like that,” Leonard replied.

Sara nodded. “We need to clear out our apartment. We’ve been here for five years. Some things hold...sentimental value.”

Ray grinned happily. “Don’t worry. We’ll just borrow the jumpship and get you there.”

Leonard held up the photograph from their wedding day. “Probably should show this to the team after telling them we got hitched.”

“It’d be just enough shock value tell them we’re husband and wife,” Sara replied as she closed her suitcase. “I can’t believe we’re actually going to see everyone again. It took a lot longer though this time.”

“Thought we’d be spending the rest of our lives here,” Leonard remarked as he wrapped the wedding photo up and placed it in his own suitcase. Everything they wanted to bring back to the Waverider was within the two cases. Mick and Ray were pawning off everything else. As far as the other tenants were concerned, a long lost relative had died and the Snarts were moving out to be with the remaining family. As cliche as it was, it did work.

“It’s back to life before the quake now,” Sara said, smiling a little.

Leonard look back up at her. “How much back to normal though?”

“What do you mean?” Sara shrugged. “Same old, same old. Saving the world, jumping about time, dealing with the team.”

“And us?”

Leonard remembered the days of Ray and Kendra. He’d known it was doomed from the start, although those two getting time displaced had been unexpected. Rip had explained time drift to them all before. Even though he and Sara were very different from the Boy Scout and Bird Girl, Leonard couldn’t help but worry that the happiness they’d found was going to slip away.

But Sara shook her head. “We’ll still be together. There’s a reason I said yes, Len.”

“That wasn’t because of time drift, I hope.”

“Absolutely not,” Sara reached over and took his left hand. “I loved you before we were even stranded. These five years have been the equivalent of getting shut in a closet together. It finally got us to more than me and you. I’ll just be your captain now as well as your wife.”

“I couldn’t have asked for a better one,” Leonard replied.

“Wife or captain?”

He smirked. “Both.”

Sara leaned over and kissed him. “Good. Now, ready to break the news to everyone?”

“I’m even ready to tell your father. Wonder how he’ll take to finding out his youngest daughter married Captain Cold?”

“Ooo,” Sara hummed as she picked up her suitcase. “How about I make sure to reiterate that you’re a hero now?”

“We’re home!” Leonard drawled out as Sara entered the bridge with him, both were back to their normal twenty-first century clothing.

Amaya grinned. “Ray really wasn’t kidding.”

“You doubted me?” the man frowned.

“All we had was your word, buddy,” Nate said, patting him on the back. “It seemed like they were dead until you actually brought them back here.”

Leonard snorted. “Clearly you had a lot of faith this week.”

“The situation seemed unlikely for you two to have survived,” Stein said as he approached them. “Clearly, we were mistaken. I think we should all know by now that nothing can keep either of you down.”

“Good to see you too, Professor,” Leonard said, shaking his hand.

Sara smiled at them before intercepting a hug from Jax. She laughed as she rocked her little brother back and forth. In the five years she’d been gone, she missed him so much.

“So were you captain while I was away?” she inquired.

“Grey nominated me himself,” Jax told her proudly. “But I’m giving it right back to you.”

“He did a wonderful job,” Amaya complimented as she came forward and Leonard and Nate had an awkward greeting. “I’ve missed having you around though.”

Sara hugged her as well. “I’ve missed you too, girl.”

Jax’s eyes widened suddenly. “Uhhh Sara? What’s on your finger?”

“Ah,” Sara held up her hand so they could see it better.

“When did you get married?” Amaya asked.

“What?” Ray shouted, perking up.

“She ain’t the only one,” Mick eyed his partner’s hand. “How come you didn’t say anything earlier?”

Leonard started to smirk. “You never asked. We were waiting to see who would notice first.”

“Wow,” Ray marveled. “Mazel tov.”

“My sentiments exactly,” Stein nodded in agreement.

“Huh,” Nate looked between them. “The last time we saw you two, you were dancing around each other. Now it’s been a week and you’re married.”

“A week for you, but five years for us,” Sara said. “It wasn’t smooth sailing to get to this point, but it’s worth it.”

“We should have a party for you two,” Ray suggested excitedly. “A really late wedding reception.”

“That’s a great idea,” Amaya agreed.

Before Sara could respond, Gideon chimed in from above. “As joyous as you all are at the return of the captain and Mr. Snart, I would like to perform a medical scan on both to make sure neither of them are bringing back any illnesses or diseases from 1911.”

Nate shrugged. “She’s got a point, especially since you were living in the city.”

“It wouldn’t hurt though,” Sara decided. “Len?”

He nodded. “She’s not going to find anything. We made sure to be as santiatary as we could there.”

“We’ll come with you guys,” Amaya said. “You can tell us everything that happened to you while you were stranded.”

“You gotta tell me how many banks you knocked off,” Mick pleaded to Leonard. “Was it easy?”

“I lost count,” Leonard replied with a shrug. “But I wound up working as a banker after I came back to Sara.”

“You were a banker?” Jax squawked.

Mick shook his head. “Can’t believe you just said that, Boss.”

“No trace of infectious diseases, and all harmful bacteria acquired from the era you’ve been living in have been obliterated.”

“Thanks, Gideon,” Leonard said as he rose from the chair. “You’re a lot better than the doctors in the city.”

“Naturally,” was the AI’s response as Sara took his place in the chair.

“So,” Ray grinned. “What was the wedding like?”

“Small,” Leonard told him.

“We had a few friends over,” Sara elaborated. “It was nothing fancy. We have a photo of us that I can grab right now.”

“I haven’t finished my scan yet,” Gideon protested as Sara climbed out of the chair.

“It’ll be super quick!” Sara promised as she took off out of the room. “I just have to get it out of a suitcase. It’s not like I’ll drop dead between now and a few minutes later.

Gideon gave an exasperated sigh, or at least as exasperated as an AI could sound. “Very well then, Captain. But you still need to complete your medical scan.”

“And I will,” Sara promised. “Be back in a few.”

Leonard couldn’t help but smile at her antics. She’d been feeling a little off in the past few weeks. It hadn’t helped that she had been working harder at the department store lately so her hours wouldn’t be cut back. Since they’d gone on vacation and found the team, Sara had started to seem better.

“Here!” Sara called out as she returned a few minutes later and handed Leonard the frame. “See, Gideon? Not dead.”

“How fortunate. Now please take a seat and let me complete the medical scan.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sara muttered as she sat back down.

Amaya looked over at the picture and smiled. “You two look really happy in this.”

“Thank you.”

“Whoa, wait a second,” Jax took the frame out of Leonard’s hands. “Is Snart actually smiling in that?”

Ray leaned over to get a look at the photo. “Hey, you’re right!”

“Snart smiling?” You’ve got to be,” Nate stopped dead. “Shut the front door!”

“‘course he’s smiling,” Mick scoffed. “He just married one of the most badass women alive.”

“I agree with Mr. Rory,” Stein said. “Not just that, but he married the woman he loves.”

Leonard gazed over at Sara and shook his head in amusement. For a bunch of misfits who hadn’t noticed they were married, they sure could pick up on something small so quickly.

Sara was starting to get impatient. She’d been in the chair nearly twice as long as Leonard had. However, Gideon had not yet given her the all clear. It made no sense why she was being kept for so long. She’d come into contact with almost everything as Leonard had, but he’d gotten out quicker.

“Is everything okay, Gideon?” she asked as the others continued to discuss the wedding photo.

“Just verifying something,” the AI answered. “But the scan is nearly complete.”

Leonard narrowed his eyes. “Gideon, Sara isn’t sick, is she?”

Sara’s heart beat a little faster until Gideon replied that no, Sara was completely healthy.

“Well then,” Sara sat up. “So I’m free to go with nothing to worry about?”

“Yes and no. There is something that you need to know, Captain Lance.”

“Snart,” Sara corrected. “It’s Snart now.”

“She decided to go traditional,” Leonard added.

Jax raised his eyebrows. “You’re married to Captain Cold AND you took his last name? Anything else we need to know about?”

“Yes,” Gideon interrupted. “Congratulations, Captain Snart. You’re pregnant.”

Everyone in the room went quiet. Slowly, Sara lowered herself back down onto the chair.

“What did you say, Gideon?” she questioned, softly.

“You’re pregnant,” Gideon repeated. “There are elevated levels of HCG present in your body. You’re just over eight weeks along.”

No one in the room still said a word, but all of them were staring at her or Leonard. Her husband had a stunned look on his face as his eyes dropped down to her stomach. Sara followed his gaze. The early nineteen hundreds were certainly not the same as the twenty-first century when it came to birth control, although they’d stopping bothering so much with it after officially tying the knot. However, they hadn’t been actively trying for a kid. At least she now knew why she’d been feeling so off lately.

“Congratulations?” Ray offered finally.

“Thanks,” Sara murmured, still processing that there was a tiny human product growing inside her now.

Leonard started to smile. The smile told Sara that he was okay with this new, unexpected development. That was good news because even though this was freaking her out, there was also a small growing bubble of happiness.

“I guess we had more surprises for you guys than we thought,” Sara told them.

Leonard turned to Mick. “So how do you feel about becoming an uncle?”

#legends of tomorrow #fanfiction #five years #au #captain canary #sara lance #mick rory #leonard snart #jefferson jackson #martin stein #nate heywood #ray palmer #amaya jiwe

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robininthelabyrinth · 7 years ago

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Countless Roads - Chapter 2

Fic: Countless Roads - Chapter 2 - Ao3

Fandom: Flash, Legends Pairing: Gen, Mick Rory/Leonard Snart, others

Summary: Due to a family curse (which some call a gift), Leonard Snart has more life than he knows what to do with – and that gives him the ability to see, speak to, and even share with the various ghosts that are always surrounding him.

Sure, said curse also means he’s going to die sooner rather than later, just like his mother, but in the meantime Len has no intention of letting superheroes, time travelers, a surprisingly charming pyromaniac, and a lot of ghosts get in the way of him having a nice, successful career as a professional thief.

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"—and this is Lisa," Len finishes proudly. "Say hi, Lisa!"

"Hi," Lisa says automatically, then wrinkles her nose and crosses her arms. "Who's it I'm saying hi to, Lenny?"

"My friend Mick," Len says, elbowing Mick.

Mick grunts and manifests. It comes just as a slight shimmer to Len's eyes, but he can tell it works when Lisa's eyes go wide. She's real impressed by Mick appearing out of nowhere.

"Are you magic?" she asks eagerly, clapping her hands together.

"No," Mick says. "Your big brother is, though."

"Cool!"

"Mick!" Len exclaims. He hadn't really discussed the whole curse thing with his baby sister, and he's not exactly planning on starting anytime soon. She's practically still a baby!

"What?" Mick says defensively. "It's true!"

"Lenny! I wanna see some magic!" Lisa crows, tugging at Len's shirt. "Show me! Show me!"

"Hey, Lisey, wanna hear something awful?" Len says in a desperate attempt to distract her. "Something real no-good, terrible-awful?"

Lisa's eyes go wide. "Not something bad?" she asks.

"No, not bad, awful," Len confirms. Mick looks confused, but that's fine. He's only been home a few minutes, Len hasn't had a chance to let him into the code – 'bad' means dad-related stuff, stuff that hurts feelings and bruises skin and makes Len wake up screaming sometimes, while 'awful' refers to sillier stuff, bad stuff that isn't something Lisa has to personally worry about.

Other people's problems, basically.

Sure enough, Lisa's leaning forward conspiratorially, whispering, "What? What is it, Lenny? Tell me!" because kids that age are little brats that thrive on the suffering of others.

And Lisa, of course, is as morbid as any kid her age.

Len looks both ways, overplaying it like a Looney Tunes character until Lisa giggles, and then whispers loudly, "Mick ain't never had chocolate."

"No!" Lisa says, aghast. "Not any? Not even the cheap stuff?"

"I've had gum," Mick protests. "And licorice. Chocolate was just expensive, s'all."

"Oh, no," Lisa says. "You're right, Lenny; that's real awful." She shoots him a sneaky glance from under her eyelashes. "We gotta go to the ice cream parlor after my skating lesson and get him a sundae."

"Lisa –" Len starts.

"Pleeeeeeease?" Lisa says, batting her eyelashes. "For Mick, please?"

Len – who'd been thinking more along the lines of splitting the candy bar he lifted on the way home – folds like the pack of cards that sits proudly in Mick's pocket.

Mick smirks.

He smirks all the way through Lisa's skating practice, where they take advantage of there being two of them to holler and cheer every time Lisa lands a jump, much to her embarrassment and not-so-well-hidden pleasure, and all the way to the ice cream parlor, which is just a diner and not a real parlor at all.

Still has damn good hot fudge sundaes, though.

"Holy crap," Mick says, awed. "Holy crap."

"I think we broke him," Len says to Lisa, smugly wielding his own spoon.

"This is even better than it looked like it was!"

Len laughs.

It's definitely worth spending what little money he'd managed to pick outta pockets on the way here to make Mick and Lisa so happy.

They don't get to do that stuff, stuff that makes 'em happy, all that often.

Mick spends most of his time at home invisible, because it's easier on both of them – Len finds he doesn't need to spend all that much life on keeping Mick as a manifestation, now that he's already basically there – but that does mean Len has to be super careful when his dad comes back, because his dad can't be allowed to figure out who or what Mick is, or even see him hanging around too often. If Len's dad figures anything out, or even if he just figures out that Mick's a friend of Len's, he'll find a way to make Len pay for it. Len's explained this to Mick, all reasonable and all, and Mick eventually swallowed it, but it doesn't mean he likes it.

Mick doesn't like Len's dad, neither.

He doesn't like him at all.

"I'm gonna burn him," Mick growls. “And I won’t regret it, not a second, not at all.”

Len shakes his head.

"Don't do that," he says, dabbing at his bleeding lip. He doesn't even know what he did this time, or maybe it weren't anything at all, just his dad being mad and needed a body nearby to hit to get it out of his system. Doesn't really matter to Len; the important thing is that he took his lips without bawling like a baby - that only pissed Lewis off more - and now it's over. "Lisa needs him or else she'll go into the system, and that'll be worse."

Mick growls, but agrees, since apparently the system was even worse back when he was alive.

Doesn't stop him from throwing things around behind Lewis' back, poltergeist style, in order to try to distract him from Len.

Sometimes it works, sometimes it just pisses Lewis off more, but Len appreciates the thought.

"You know you don't gotta, right?" he asks Mick.

"I'm here to protect you," Mick says firmly.

"From ghosts."

"From anything," Mick insists. "I'm gonna follow him around a bit, make him think he's haunted. Drop things, rearrange things – make his life a paranoid hell –"

"Mick – "

"I know I don't gotta do it, Lenny. I wanna do it."

"Let him," Lisa advises. She's got a nasty hand-grab mark on her upper arm that Len is currently icing – he got there in time to get the next few on his back instead of hers, but not to spare her that first grab. Lisa's eyes are shining and wet, but she's stopped crying and moved on to being upset. And when Lisa gets upset, she gets mean and vengeful. "You go get him, Mick."

"I still need you to walk Lisa to school tomorrow," Len tells Mick, rolling his eyes at both of them. "First things first."

"I'm gonna scare the shit out of your dad," Mick tells Lisa.

She giggles.

Len lets the argument go because she's smiling, and she's almost never smiling this soon after one of their dad's rages.

He does eventually tell Mick to knock it off, 'cause his dad too damn thick to be properly paranoid, and when he is scared he just gets more violent, so it doesn't quite work out the way they'd like.

But it was a nice thought.

Having Mick around is better than Len could've ever imagined, honestly. He ain't never had anyone like Mick before, except maybe his mom; Len feels a bit bad for saying it, though, but Mick's even better. Len's mom had her own issues that she had to focus on, but Mick's only concern is Len, and Len loves having that. Having someone to keep an eye on Len's energy levels, telling him when he can give some life away and when he ought not; warding away the unquiet ghosts with a fervor that makes Len think of bar fights, the fun type; having someone to share the load of raising Lisa with, taking her to school when Len has to do jobs with his dad, watching her when Len can't. It's like having another version of himself around to lend a hand, except better, because Mick knows plenty of things Len doesn't, and he doesn't mind doing 'em, either. It works great, even if Mick is invisible half the time, either to conserve energy or to keep out of sight from Lewis.

It's great.

No, not just great. It's the best thing that's ever happened to Len, excluding Lisa.

Besides, all that's not to mention the fact that introducing Mick to the modern world, one he’s only seen through the lens of prison and later juvie, is just fantastic on all levels. Len loves doing it, even when it takes time and energy and planning to get the time and the money for it; it's always worth it. Mick's amazed face never ceases to make Len smile, and there's just so much about the world to share with him. Take movies. Mick had movies, sure, back in his day, but modern day movies absolutely blow Mick's mind. Takes him a while longer to warm up to the music, since he thinks most of it's claptrap until he's heard it a dozen times already. And television! Television is Mick's new best friend. Well, second to Len, anyway.

But nothing, nothing, compares to the sheer glee Mick has every time they go to the supermarket.

“Look at that,” he says, jabbing at Len’s ribs. “Look at it, Len! Look at all the greens!”

“I see ‘em,” Len says indulgently. No matter how many times they go, Mick never gets over seeing so much fresh food all available and ready to eat – he grew up on a farm, yes, but to nobody's surprise it turns out the freaking Dust Bowl wasn’t a really great time for farming.

“Get one!”

“Mick.”

“Len.”

“I only got so much money, okay? And I can’t five-finger-discount a freaking head of lettuce.”

“You could if you tried,” Mick says, crossing his arms and pouting. “You can steal diamonds for your dad, you can steal lettuce for me.”

“It ain’t the same –”

“Like hell it ain’t.”

“We don’t even eat green stuff.”

“And that’s a problem.”

"It takes thirty minutes even to get to the store!"

"Took you longer to get to your last heist," Mick points out, and damnit, he has a point there.

“But –”

“Oh, c'mon, Lenny! Please?”

And turns out Len's just crap at saying no to Mick, just the way he's crap at saying no to Lisa.

This is how Len ends up sneaking into the fancy grocery store after hours and lifting produce on his otherwise day off. He suspects somewhere along the line the balance of power between him and Mick got messed up.

But it’s fun, actually; he’s never run a heist that he planned himself with people (Mick) he relied on, and who could actually be counted to do what they’re told, when they’re told.

They start running a few side jobs – ATMs, stick-ups, that sort of thing – and end up bringing in enough money to actually buy the fruit and veggies and stuff that Mick lusts after, even after accounting for Lisa’s skating lessons and all the other stuff.

Best of all, Mick cooks it, too. He’s already practically a magician at making tasty food out of things that cost virtually nothing, but once Len gets him a few cookbooks – Mick insists on torching them so he’ll be able to read them even when he doesn’t have enough juice to be solid, since he reads slow on account of his trouble with letters; they’ve found that Mick doing the torching both does the job of transferring them to the ghostly plane better and is much more emotionally satisfying for Mick – he starts expanding his repertoire.

“I like Brussels sprouts,” Len says blankly, staring at his empty plate with occasional glances at the still half-full serving bowl filled with green stuff he'd had to nearly be blackmailed to even try. “Lisa, what the hell just happened?”

“I know,” she says, equally bemused. “Ain’t they supposed to be, like, evil?”

“Not when they’re made right,” Mick says smugly. He holds up the serving bowl and wields a serving spoon like a sword. “More?”

“…yes, please.”

In other words, they get along just great most of the time.

Still, living with Mick's not without some small disputes, though, even putting aside the big one about Len’s dad.

"Wish I were bigger," Mick grumbles one evening. "People keep thinking I'm a target."

"Why don't you go invisible?"

"I forget to," Mick admits, shrugging. "Sometimes I do. It'd make fighting the ghosts easier, though, if I were bigger."

"I don't think size matters among the ghosts," Len says, and it's true, it really doesn't – scariest ghost he ever met was an angry little kid no older than five when he died – but Mick shrugs again.

He drops the subject then, changes to talk about something else, but he doesn't drop it, not really. It starts to come up more often, until it's coming up once every few weeks like clockwork over the next six months.

There's always a new reason, and usually a bad one –

"I could reach the higher shelves if I were bigger," Mick points out.

"You’re a ghost. You can float!" Len exclaims.

– and eventually, meaning after Lisa gives Len a lecture about being self-centered and not paying attention to Mick's emotional needs, Len ends up taking Mick aside and saying, "Okay, what is it really?"

"What do you mean?" Mick says, because he's like a turtle – always retreating into his shell at the first sign of people paying attention to him. Drives Len up the wall, but in that fond sorta way where he kinda thinks of it as a classic Mick trait.

"Why do you want to get bigger?" Len asks, because he might be bad at feelings and talking things out, but he isn't that stupid. This is clearly important to Mick for some reason, and he's gonna find out what that reason is, if only so that Mick'll stop bothering him about it. "And don't give me the 'fighting ghosts' or 'scaring adults better' or 'reaching shelves' or 'checking out of school' excuses – " though that last one had been somewhat compelling "– I wanna know the real reason."

Mick shifts awkwardly. Len can tell that he's gone invisible – he does that when he's uncomfortable – but it doesn't help him against Len's eyes. Len can always see him unless Mick's deliberately trying to hide himself.

Len crosses his arms. "Well?" he prods. "I won't hold it against you, promise."

"It ain't that..."

"Then it's embarrassing or something? What, you always wanted to play pro ball or – "

"You're gonna grow up and leave me behind," Mick blurts out all at once.

"...what?"

"You're getting bigger. Little by little, but you're gonna grow up and I'm gonna be a little kid and you're not gonna have any use for me. And then I'm gonna have to go back to juvie and be alone with the asshole ghosts and no one will talk to me and – "

"Whoa, whoa!" Len says, holding up his hands to stem the tide of anxiety just pouring out of Mick.

Maybe he should've gone with his instincts and talked to Mick about this earlier, before it got this bad. Even if he did hate talking about feelings.

Len studies Mick, who looks miserable.

Yeah. Definitely need to head this off next time.

"Okay," he says. "First off, I wouldn't send you back even if you didn't grow, even if you were useless – which you're not – no matter what. Got it?"

He glares until Mick nods. It's not entirely believable, but whatever, Len'll take it.

"Second, that's a perfectly good reason for wanting to get bigger. Let's try it out."

"Really?"

"Sure," Len says. "Better than anything else you've come up with, anyway. Let's see what I can do, yeah? No promises if it's even possible, but what the hell. Worth a shot."

It's mostly worth a shot because it'll make Mick stop being unhappy.

So Len tries.

It takes some serious effort, more than he's ever done before; there's a lot he doesn't know about his powers, a lot he doesn't want to know, and most of the time he just wings it and it goes fine, but sometimes, like now, when he needs to try something new, it's annoying. He makes Mick solid by accident half a dozen times, each one followed by needing to eat and sleep a whole bunch extra, before he figures out the trick of it – pushing the life not just at Mick, but sort of forward from him, adding ghost-life as well as real-life.

It's time-consuming and energy-consuming, but in the end it turns out that Mick's a damn fine eighteen year old, or at least he would've been.

"You say you've got no control over how I look?" Mick asks, staring in the mirror.

"I don't think so," Len says doubtfully, though he kind of wonders. Mick’s grown up body is just his type. Or maybe it’s just that it’s Mick? Yeah, whatever; Len's not thinking about that, no sir. "I just push a bit, really."

"Yeah, I mean, it's just, I look just like my old man. No – like my grandpa, actually; I saw an old daguerreotype of him when he was younger. That's better."

"Well, that's something," Len says, then frowns. "You think I'll end up looking like my old man when I’m older?"

Mick gives him a droll look. "No, Len," he says. "I don't think so."

"How's that?"

"'cause you barely look a thing like him now."

"Huh. Okay. That's good."

"Figured as much."

"Still," Len says, putting the issue aside. "At least we know it works!"

Then he goes out and tries it out on half a dozen friendly ghosts – friendly meaning they ask him for permission, not necessarily friendly to the outside world – who are all kids who regret not having seen what it was like as a 'grown up'. He'd never thought he'd be able to do anything about them before, but now he has this brand new skill, and, well, why not? If it'll make 'em happy, and he can...

Mick ends up literally picking Len up and dragging him back home to bed before he overstretches himself. Len doesn't remember giving Mick that much energy, but he admits – after a good long nap and some food and some more napping – that maybe Mick's got something of a point about the amount he was doing.

Maybe.

Okay, Len got a bit over-excited and way overdid it. So sue him.

Anyway, the kid ghosts are pleased as punch by it, half of them passing-on right away after a day as an adult, and the rest do some real damage to the next unquiet ghost that tries to get handsy.

All in all, things are going pretty well.

But things like that never last.

#dccoldwave #mick rory #leonard snart #lisa snart #my fic #deadfic

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lacommunarde · 7 years ago

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Words of Love - DC Coldwave Fic - The Flash/Legends of Tomorrow verse

This whole soulmate thing was a sonovabitch. It was supposed to be so romantic, so the gossipy girls on his bus ride always said. But see, it wasn’t like the books always said. Love at first sight hardly ever happened, and when it did, it was more likely to be lust at first hard on. And if it was love at first sight, what’s to stop them from beating a person solid. Falling in love so fast was hardly ever smart. At least so Len thought, sitting on the bus home from work behind two twenty-somethings slightly older than him sucking at each other in a way that was sure to leave a dozen marks come morning.

‘Sides, what if someone never did fall in love? With anybody? And by someone he meant himself. He wasn’t ever gonna be his mom, falling head over with his dad. The words on your flesh being what the person said that makes you realize you’re in love in them, supposedly wherever it was they were going to touch a person next but everyone knew that was BS. Love was something that made people idiots and narrowed one’s field of vision to one’s one and only (there must have been some people with more than one soulmate, he would bet money he didn’t have on it), and to him, there was little differentiating it from a thing one caught that lowered one’s defenses.

And yet, there the words were, written on his back and shoulders, across his chest and his stomach, and faintly up his face. “Lenny, what are you…? Why’s the place on fire? Oh… oh shit. Snart, why are you saving me? I fucked up,” written on his chest, stomach and one shoulder. “Nice… Boss, you didn’t have to search the world to get me the best present ever. You want me back in, I’m in,” written on his other arm right along his elbow, and very faint writing on his forehead and cheek with was so faint he couldn’t read it, just scrawl in blueish scars tissue.

Which was definitely interesting to say the least, but not exactly what he’d call a normal love confession. And it sounded like he jumped into a burning building to save someone, which, yeah, no, he couldn’t see himself doing ever. Then, he must break up with them and gotten back together, because that was the only way he’d have multiple soulmate marks, which the gossips on the bus said was terribly romantic. They seemed to have an investment in him finding his soulmate too for some reason known only to them. One of these days he was gonna invest in a boom box to drown of their interest and put on some good rap music.

He doubted he’d be interested in the whole love thing, particularly with the whole, falling out of love and back into it on and off thing.

Years later, a job had gone south due to a mob fight having gone down on that very spot and the shoot-out having pierced several gas tanks – which thank Central, goddamn corrupt company and mob run city – and if anyone thought the job was still on after that, they had another thing coming. He looked around for Mick, star distraction and smart enough to handle himself on jobs, unlike so many newer recruits, and couldn’t find him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an orange warm glow that spoke of fire – the distraction. Mother fuck. Mick could handle himself except when there was unanticipated fire. Then he focused on nothing but the fire, the rest of the world narrow to just that, so Mick had explained to him, and he’d agreed to keep an eye out for him. If he didn’t, Mick would go up in flames too.

Hell no. He wasn’t living without Mick. Mick was his partner, in crime, but more than that - he trusted Mick around Lisa, and around him and he trusted him enough to tell him things he didn’t even tell Lisa. He needed Mick next to him.

He turned and ran into the building where he had last seen Mick.

Mick was in the center of the fire, staring at it in wonder as the flames were licking his arms back and legs. Len grabbed a tarp, darted through the fire surrounding Mick and draped Mick’s body over his shoulder to get him out of there.

Mick started stirring once they got out of the building and away from the fire. “Lenny, what are you…? Why’s the place on fire?” Shit, Mick was still facing the fire, but at least Len was moving them both away from it and the heat.

“Oh… oh shit!” There was panic in Mick’s voice. Len would deal with that later, once they were far enough away.

Mick tried to push himself away from Len. “Snart, why are you saving me? I fucked up.”

“Stop moving, Mick. Makes carrying you difficult.”

“Why’re you saving me if you’re just going to put a bullet through me? I fucked up a job.”

“The job was off. There was too much gas. And the place was gonna be crawling with cops in just a half hour. I said it over the…” Len’s voice left off, seeing the frayed wire on Mick’s walkie talkie. And then his eyes drifted over the burned flesh.

He was killing the new tech kid who was supposed to check these things.

“I fucked up, boss. Ya should have just left me…” Mick murmured.

“Shh, Mick.” Len put a hand on Mick’s forehead.

Len got them over the hill and into the getaway car. He loaded Mick’s body into the back, still murmuring things about how he fucked up. “Drive,” he ordered the driver, climbing into the car. Mick began whimpering something about it being cold. “To the hospital.” The expression he was giving the driver kept any protests silent if the driver had had any.

Len knew one thing: he didn’t want to lose Mick.

It was only once he had gotten Mick to the hospital and on the ICU bed that he realized what Mick had said in his half-delirious murmuring.

And like the coward he knew he was around any emotion, Len fled.

He kept doing jobs without Mick, arranging teams, that sort of thing that he had usually left to Mick, who was better at it, or at least got more competent, less wet-blanket, much less likely to lose their temper people. After one bad incident of the last type, which ended with his gun against the short-tempered person’s head and the short-tempered person on the ground with his brains splatter against the fridge in the lay-low warehouse, Len was cursing himself over his bad luck: Mick was such a good partner and second-in-command, after all. Why he had to go ruin things by falling in love with the man was proof of a malevolent god or maybe karma coming back to bite him in the ass.

He disbanded the team, sent them off with their money to go spend it god knows where and grabbed a beer out of the fridge, before determined that he should probably clean the fridge off, bleach it good and proper, because even with the team having disposed of the body, the fridge still had blood on it. So he scrubbed it with a rag dipped in bleach, kneeling on the concrete as he had when his dad had ordered him to scrub the blood away, lest the cops find it, and allowed himself to take a few deep breaths to try to calm his nerves. It wasn’t as effective as Mick was at it. He got up when it was done, looked at the fridge to make sure it was clean, and then kicked an oil can filled with contraband and woodchips that was next to the slop sink in the warehouse. Then, taking another breath, he took out his blueprints to plan how to best get at a very pretty, much desired diamond that was coming through town.

The following week, he got knocked down in the middle of pulling a job of the moving truck that he was very proud of having planned. When he was able to zoom in on what he done it, and saw that it was a man moving at top speed – interesting to say the least – he determined that if he was not going to be of a job, he was going to have to up his game.

The black market of Central always had such interesting things – one of the perks to living in a city with the most research labs per square mile was that it was always easy to steal stuff from them, particularly as scientists, for the most part, did not seem to understand the purpose of locks. This time was no different. The fence brought him to a flamethrower. “I’m trying to slow things down not speed them up,” he told the guy, but already he knew that he was walking out of there with the flamethrower. He wanted to see Mick’s expression when he gave him the gun so badly it hurt.

“This might be more your speed,” the fence showed him the prettiest, sleekest gun he ever did see.

He walked out of there with both guns and was unsurprised when Mick’s first words on receiving the gun were: “Nice…” then turning to face Len with surprise, “Boss, you didn’t have to search the world to get me the best present ever. You want me back in, I’m in.”

And that was the moment he stopped fighting his renewed love for Mick.

A few years after that, after the Waverider, after his long journey among the stars and the timestream, after he finally found his way back to his Mick, he stood there drenched in the blue of the Oculus, Mick got up and embraced him, kissing his forehead and temple and cheek, clinging to him as if he would never let go and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. The only thing Len really caught was, “I love you, man. Don’t you ever do anything that dumb again.”

Len brought his arms up around Mick’s shoulders. “I love you too, Mick.”

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ranger-of-estel · 8 years ago

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Okay but could you write about how Len comes back and gets all of his memories back? And his growing relationship with Sara? I'd appreciate it ☺️

Alright dear Anon, I apologize this took so long. This will be a multi-chapter story, so keep watching.

**Canon Divergent**~ Legion Len was brainwashed, not from the past~ Mick and the crew have a good relationship

Most ofthe crew has returned to their quarters or to do maintenance, allowing Mick andSara a moment alone with their unconscious friend. “I can’t believe he wasthere all along…and we missed it.” Sara’s hand moves to lay over whereLeonard’s rests on the bed.

Micknods, “But we got him back, and broke whatever brain games those LegionBastards were playing with him.” After another moment he motions toward thehall. “I’m going for a drink, you want somethin’?”

Sheshakes her head, “I’m good, thanks.” Once he leaves she sinks onto the stool nextto the medical chair. Reaching out to clasp his hand between hers, head dippingso her lips brush against warm knuckles. “Come on Crook, you can beat this.” Shehuffs, “Or so help me I will come back in there and drag you out.”

Herhead jerks up at gentle squeeze around the hand at his palm, eyes darting up asthe familiar drawl reaches her ears. “Nice pep talk Assassin.”

“Len!” she almost laughs in relief as icy eyesblink open to meet hers.

“Easy,”he winces, hand rising to shield his eyes. “You failed to mention the headacheI would have when it was over.”

“Gideon–” before she says more the ship dims the lights, his eyes relaxing from theirsquint.

“Alright,so –” Mick cuts off as he enters the room, nodding toward his reclining friend.“Good to have you back Boss.” He sets one of the three beers and a couple pillson the side table. “Will help your head.” Leonard nods gratefully, tossing thepills into his mouth and washing them down. Mick offers Sara a bottle, whichshe accepts with a small smile. “Figured you’d want to celebrate when he cameto.” He shrugs.

Thethree drink in a mostly comfortable silence, Len’s eyes closed but the way heshifts letting the other two know he is very much awake and aware of theirmovements. Finally Sara rises with a sigh. “I should let the others know youare awake.” His eyes crack open and she smiles at him, “It’s good to have youback.” She adds, then turns to the door before he can respond.

Mick settlesonto the now empty seat; Leonard looking over with a frown as he pressesslender fingers against his temples “So, how long until the drums stop?”

Thelarger man shrugs, “Don’t know. Always had minor adjustments done, never majorrewrite.”

“Whydidn’t you say they’d scrambled your thoughts?” he inquires, adjusting the seatso he’s sitting up.

“Didn’trealize what had been changed at first,” he shrugs, “By the time it wore off,there was no reason to say much.” He sighs, “And I was angry; at you, the team.Doubted brainwashing would warrant forgiveness for the things I did to you.”

“Iwas…” He pauses, searching for a word. “Surprised. that you would threatenLisa.”

Mickscoffs, “And me that you would partner with the Legion.” He smirks, “Even?”

Leonardnods, smirk tugging at his own lips. But before he can speak the door opens;Raymond bounding in. “You’re awake! We were worried and –“

“Haircut!”Mick snaps, quieting the younger man long enough for him to see Len’s grimaceat the volume.

“Right,sorry.” He whispers, face still split in a grin. “We’re glad your back!”

Ripwalks in next, looking between the other three. “Might I have a moment withMister Snart?” He looks at Mick, “Privately?”

After aquick glance to Leonard, who nods, Mick rises and grabs Ray by the shoulder.“Come on, I could use another beer.”

Oncethe door shuts Len crosses his arms across his chest, keen eyes settling on theother man. “Come to lecture me about my choices Captain?”

Ripsighs, moving to rest his hip against the counter. “No, and I’m not longercaptain. That mantel has moved to Sara.” Leonard raises a brow but the otherman continues. “I wanted to talk to you about recovery.” He motions betweenthem. “I was waking up in that chair not long ago.”

“Alright,”Leonard watches him, “I’m listening.”

“Theheadache will likely be gone by morning other physical discomfort dissipatingin a day or so. But,” He frowns, “Whatever you saw in there will remain, and itwill be a while before you can separate team members from their darkercounterparts.”

“Iassumed as much,” Leonard nods.

And youwill dream.” Rip frowns, “The memories of what you did with the Legion willcome back to you; sometimes triggered during the day, but mine returnedprimarily at night.”

“Noted,”Leonard carefully swings his legs around, reaching over to unhook the monitorfrom around his wrist.

“Andone last thing.” Rip glances back at the door. “Not everyone will accept whathas happened, and they will consider you responsible for your actions thesepast months.”

Henods, “Understandable,” he brushes shoulders with Rip as he walks toward thedoor. “But right now, I just want food and a hot shower.” The first is easyenough, and after a light meal he made his way back to his quarters.

Whenthe door opens he is greeted by a room different than what he remembers; thereis a book open on the bed, and framed pictures on his desk. But it’s the kniveshanging on the wall that tip him off to the change of resident. As if on cueSara’s familiar voice comes from the hall to his right, “There you are.” Shestops beside him, guilt flashing across her features ass he steps into the roomafter him. “When Amaya joined the team we were a room short. So I offered myquarters,” she shifts uneasily, motioning around. “But all your stuff is stillhere,”

“I canmove my things to Mick’s room.” He shrugs.

“No,”she waves her hand before her, “I assure you it will be much easier for me tobunk with Amaya. Less stolen trinkets to move.” She smiles, “Plus, I’ll be inthe study most of the night anyway. We’ve been chasing this group of timepirates and I need to pick up the trail.”

Hefrowns, “If you are sure.”

Shenods, “Positive.” She grabs a small bag from next to the door on her way out.“Goodnight Leonard.”

“Happyhunting,” he replies easily. Once she is gone he moves further into the room.True to her word he finds his clothes folded neatly on one side of the dresser,hers occupying the other. As he enters the bathroom he finds his shampoo sitsbeside hers in the shower, even his toothbrush has a place on the sink.

It’sstrange, but comforting, he thinks. Echoes of ‘me and you’ resurfacing fromwhat feels like a lifetime ago. He pushes the thought away, focusing on thewarm water as it eases the tension in his muscles, washes away the film of dirtand deceit that still clings to him. By the time he returns to the room hewants nothing more than to sleep. Unconsciousness taking him the moment hishead hits Sara’s pillow.

“And if I refuse to help?” Leonard asks,looking at the men before him.

The dark headed one tosses him aphoto, which he catches with ease. Lisa’s face stares back at him, bright andsmiling as she talks to someone outside the shot. “She’s a pretty girl.”

“It would be a shame if she waspart of an unfortunate accident.” The light haired one adds, some unspokendarkness coming through his bright eyes.

“Don’t you touch her,” Lensnarls,

Leonardjerks awake, forcing his breathing to slow and his voice to remain even.“Gideon.”

“YesMister Snart?” the AI replies.

“SearchLisa Snart, 2017.” He instructs.

“Thereare no results for that name, but,” The front page of Central City’s newspaperappears on his display, headline reading ‘GoldenGlider strikes again’ above a photo of several masked men, golden from theknees down. “I believe this may be of interest?”

“Thanks,”he half answers, eyes skimming the article. He notes that it is a piece writtenby Iris West, which explains the title. There are details about a series ofnarcotic dealers being found in allies, feet locked to the ground and theirscore encased in a gold like substance. “That’s my girl.” He almost smiles,pride coloring his voice as he waves the image away. Lisa is safe, thrivingeven, Darhk’s threat fading with his defeat. “What time is it?”

“Accordingto the crew’s preferred timezone, it is 3:45 AM.” Gideon replies.

Hedoubts anyone will be up for several hours, but he also knows there is not theoption of returning to sleep for him. So getting up he changes into a clean setof clothes, making his way almost silently to the galley. With a mug of cocoain hand he begins the walk back at a leisurely pace. Taking in the nearlyunchanged ship. He hears Sara laugh, and thoughtlessly follows the sound towardthe library. He stops short when he notices Rip seated across from her. Thepair talking over the paper clippings on the desktop, mugs in hand. There’s apang in his chest; he pushes it away, turning on his heal and returning to thehalls.

Eventuallyhe ends up back in his (Or is it Sara’s?) room. He notices the worn box ofcards laying on her desk, and soon has a game of solitaire laid before him onthe bed. He’s not sure how much time passes before his attention is drawn by aknock at the door. “Come in.”

Sara issmiling at him when it opens, and she looks at him curiously as she steps in.“Sleep okay?”

Henods, “Fine?”

He seesher eyes drop to the cards, an emotion he can’t quite read flashing across herfeatures, gone in the space of a breath. She begins moving toward the dresseronce more, “Just came for a fresh set of clothes.” She lifts a shirt foremphasis. “I’ll try and move my stuff to Amaya’s room later.” She adds.

�� Hewants to tell her not to worry about it, that he likes her things in the room.An anchor of sorts, reminding him that this is real and that maybe he hasanother chance. But instead he just shrugs, “It’s fine, not like the room iscrowded.”

Shenods, pausing at the door. “Oh, also wanted to let you know that everyone is inthe galley for breakfast.” She grins, “Ray is making pancakes!” He’s not surewhy that is so exciting; and it’s more curiosity than hunger that leads himthrough the halls after putting away the cards and grabbing his empty mug.

Raymondis standing in front of a griddle in an apron, a stack of pancakes on a plateto his right. Jax and the new guy are seated on the opposite side of the littleisland talking with him as he cooks. The rest of the team are sitting aroundone of the far tables in what appear to be mixed discussions.

“MorningBoss,” Mick nods toward him, Sara turning in her seat to motion him over to thetable.

“Snart!”Ray grins, stepping around the island to offer a plate of the fluffy breakfastfood. “Hungry?”

Hethinks about passing, but the scientist is looking at him with such excitementhe caves and accepts the plate. He walks over, taking the seat next to Mick andacross from Sara. She is talking to the other new member, Amaya, but pushes awarm cup of coffee across the table to him.

“MissJiwe,” Stein’s voice comes from the other side of Mick, “would you be so kindas to pass the strawberry syrup?”

“Ofcourse,” she smiles, grabbing the jar from where it rests by Sara and passingit to the other man. Leonard watches the team interacting around him, talkingand bantering in place of the bickering he remembers.

“SoBlondie,” Mick looks at Sara, “You figure out where our musician friend hasbeen?”

Shechuckles, “Maestro laid low when the Legion was active. But Rip and I thinkwe’ve located his next mark.”

“Whennow?” Nate calls from his place at the counter.

“90’s”She looks over her shoulder to him. “Museum in Egypt.”

“Museum?”Leonard’s attention shifts from the surprisingly good meal to fully lockingonto the Captain.

Herattention moves to him, “Yeah, a new exhibit is opening. A couple pieces lookoddly like future tech.”

“Targetis a former Time Master, calls himself The Maestro.” Mick notes, accenting thename with a movement of his hand.

“Wethink he’s stealing tech to bend events according to his will, and possiblythat of other surviving Time Masters, now that the wellspring is gone.” Raymondfollows up, then grins, “So we’ve been taking them first.”

Micknods his agreement, and Sara tilts her head shifting so her body leans towardhim. “What do you say Leonard, wanna help plan a heist?”

Hesmirks, mirroring her position across the table. “When do we start?”

“Assoon as you and Mick finish breakfast.” She pushes back from the table,glancing between them. “See you in the library.”

Leonardand Mick follow soon after, the larger man pausing long enough to give Raymonda slap on the back and place dishes in the sink. “Thanks for the meal Haircut.”Ray just beams in response, then moves to help Nate with washing and drying thedishes.

Whenthey reach the library Sara has several chairs pulled around the desk. Ahologram of the schematic projecting up from the screen. As they come closerthey see Sara typing up notes on one of the smaller data pads. “So,” She looksup at the pair, “The amulet we are looking for will be displayed here.” Shemotions to a section on the second floor.

“Security?”Len asks, looking over the blueprint.

“Mixed,”She replies, handing him the tablet with her notes, as well as diagrams of thesystems and shifts.

“Howlong do we have?” He looks back up to her.

“Aslong as you need,” she frowns. “But the sooner the better.” She glances betweenthe two, “You think you’ve got this covered?”

“Younot helpin’?” Mick’s brow furrows.

Sheshakes her head, “I’ll be back later, but I figure this is a good time to movemy stuff into Amaya’s room.” She makes her way toward the door, speaking overher shoulder. “Call if you need me.”

Aftershe’s left Leonard begins to flip through the information that’s been gathered,sitting in one of the vacant chairs. “This is well researched.”

“She’sa natural, works well on the field too.” Mick replies easily, “Think she likesthe thrill almost as much as you do.” He adds.

“Ialways suspected as much,” he returns his attention to the building layout.“Her training makes her well suited for it.” He glances over to his partner,“So who makes up the team?”

“Me,Sara and Haircut usually.” Mick replies.

“Raymond,really?” Leonard looks over skeptically.

Mickshrugs, “Fits in small spaces, surprisingly good with locks.”

Soonthe two have fallen back into old habits, working comfortably and in relativesilence. Leonard feels like himself again, some level of familiarity settlingin around him. “So? How do we look?” Sara’s voice draws him from the work. Shetosses Mick a beer, then slides one across the desk to him, setting a plate ofsmall sandwiches in the middle. “Courtesy of Amaya,” she adds, sitting in thechair across from him.

“Well,”Len drawls, sliding an outline to her as Mick reaches for food. “Going by whatMick has said, this is the best route.” He taps at a back exit, “I can walk youthrough overriding the alarm from here, and Raymond should be able to knock outthe cameras.”

Shefrowns, “Walk me through? Why aren’t you with us?”

“I willbe of more use to you here.” He points to a winding section of halls on thescreen. “I can’t guide you through this on the ground.” He motions to the otherman, “And Mick will pick up on any unseen threats.”

“It’sno use,” the larger man shrugs, “I already tried talking him out of it.”

Shehuffs, “Fine, walk me through the plan.” She listens attentively, waiting untilthe end to make some minor adjustments and offering a more detailed timeestimate for parts concerning herself and Ray. When they finally lock in thedetails she smiles at him. “I’ll do a briefing with the others later.” She putsthe bottles atop the empty plate. “We’ll make our move tomorrow.” She offersLen one last look as she rises to her feet. “Still room for you on the team ifyou change your mind.”

Heoffers a half smile, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Thebriefing is short, each team member nodding, the occasional question answeredor detail made clearer. Len watches with some surprise; what was once a rag-tagteam now showing unification. Once his portion is done, he ducks out. Going fora quick meal while the galley is still empty, and then retiring to his quartersfor the night.

Itfeels colder somehow; emptier with the extra space in the closet, gaps in thebookshelf, empty walls. Sara has spread his clothes to fill the dresserdrawers, though he’s pretty sure at least one sweater is missing. He shakes hishead, changing into night clothes and settling onto the bed. For a time hismind continues to work, analyzing details of the plan, formulating countermoves should something go wrong, until eventually sleep pulls him under oncemore.

Chap 2 (x)

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oficytheft · 3 years ago

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Finding His Way Out of the Time Stream: < Chapter 2 >

When Sara told Mick that he either needed to go get food or she was going to have Amaya drag him to the kitchen? Nate offered to stay in the medbay so that he could let him know if Leonard woke up, he figured that maybe it would help get him to cooperate and not cause issues if he did. When Nate saw the man twitching a bit on the bed he jumped up from where he had been sitting and moved a bit closer to the bed, he didn't expect Leonard to shoot up from his sleep and then almost immediately try to get up and walk though; so he didn't move to close as he spoke since they didn't exactly know each other. “Hey, you're fine. Just in the medbay, after you appeared Mick brought you here and made Gideon do a whole run down to make sure you were fine. I’m Nate by the way.”

The smile on his face fell and he practically had to dive forward to catch the other man before he fell to the ground when he tried to get up and walk. Nate helped Leonard get upright and then was going to help him get back into the bed, but instead? He pushed off of him in favor of standing leaning against the bed. “You really should stay sitting, you’ve been out for nearly a full day. I don’t think your one hundred percent just yet." Nate instinctively took a step and a half backward to give Leonard his space when he narrowed his eyes at him in a glare, he almost seemed annoyed that he was there.

"Where's Mick?" Even though he was asking? Nate had a feeling that it was less of a question and more of a demand for an answer, Sara and Mick definitely weren't exaggerating when they told him not to be surprised if Leonard wasn't very friendly when he woke up. He figured maybe he just didn't wake up great but honestly, it seemed more of an 'I hate talking to people' grumpiness than an 'I just woke up from sleeping 22 hours after being presumed dead' grumpiness.

“Sara was making Ray bring him to go get some food, after he carried you to the here he wouldn’t leave. It was kind of weird, I’ve never seen Mick worried enough that he doesn’t eat.” It was more than weird, all of them were worried about him; they had a right to be too seeing as he hadn't done anything for the last 22 hours but wait for Leonard to wake up with the occasional short bathroom break. He guessed that it was understandable though, the guy had thought his best friend was dead only for a portal to open in front of him then outfalls Leonard Snart right into his arms.

He couldn't tell if the exasperated annoyance Leonard seemed to be experiencing after he said that was because he was annoyed Mick wasn't there when he woke up, or at the fact that he hadn't been taking care of himself. "Gideon, since I can’t seem to walk could you let Mick know I’m awake.” “I’ve already told Mr. Rory that you are awake and that you nearly fell trying to get out of bed to come and find him, Mr. Snart.” “Great, thanks.” Nate was about to say something when he heard the doors to the med bay open and turned his head, his eyes widened slightly when he noticed Mick was not waiting for him to move as he beelined for Leonard.

He practically had to jump back to avoid getting bulldozed out of the older man's way and he almost yelled at him; then he saw Mick wrap his arms around Leonard's waist and Leonard reaching his own up around his shoulders and shuffled out of the room awkwardly, feeling like he was interrupting something more intimate than the rest of the team had led him to believe Len and Mick's relationship was. After he left the med bay he made his way to the kitchen hoping Ray was still there, he spotted his friend and moved over to sit at the table with him. "Hey, Ray got a question for you."

Ray turned towards him and gave Nate one of his usual grins, it was obvious that he was a little bit more chipper than was usual even for him today. It made sense, he had been on the team when Leonard had disappeared after all; he was probably glad it turned out he wasn't actually dead. "Yeah Nate? What's up?"

"Mick and Leonard, are you sure they aren't...you know." At the look he gave him? Nate knew that Ray in fact did not know what he was trying to hint at, and so he came right out and said. "Are Leonard and Mick just partners or are they Partners, if you catch my drift." Ray looked puzzled for a few more seconds and opened his mouth to say something before his eyes went wide as he realized what Nate was asking.

"Oh, no. They're just, Mick would have told us if-" The pursed lips and knitted brow told Nate that Ray was not as sure as he had been about it before once he started really thinking about it. Finally, he answered and said. "I don't think so...but I guess it would make sense with how protective they are of each other and...oh my god are Mick and Leonard dating? Did Mick-" He trailed off and didn't finish, but from what Nate had seen himself of Mick's grieving right after he'd started traveling with the team and what he knew had happened to Leonard? He could almost hear the unspoken. 'Did Mick lose his spouse and none of us realized?'

After a few minutes of silence Gideon told them that Mick had requested Ray bring the rest of the food Mick had gotten and not eaten to his room, they looked at each other for a second and then both of them jumped up with Nate grabbing the plate of brownies and Ray grabbing the one with the sandwiches on it. "We told him we were getting a room ready for Leonard right? Pulling all his stuff that got stored away out and putting it back?" They were both fast-walking down the hall towards Mick's room as they spoke, hoping they'd be able to figure out the answer to Nate's question.

Ray knocked on the door to Mick's room as he answered Nate "We did, maybe Mick decided to finally sleep now that Leonard woke up and we know he's fine?" His suggestion made sense; it'd been almost a day and a half since Mick had done more than nod off in a chair in the medbay, and now that they knew for sure Leonard was fine it would make sense that he would be comfortable leaving him alone so he could get some sleep. When the door slid open and they saw Leonard sitting on the edge of Mick's bed slipping his shoes off though? He figured that wasn't the case. "Hey Mick, you know me and Jax finished getting Leonard's stuff back into his room if he wants to go in there?"

Nate had a feeling that wasn't the case as he peaked around Ray and Mick and saw Leonard swinging his leg's up in the bed and pulling the covers over himself, he was sure that the other man had caught him sneaking a look into the room and if it wasn't for his curiosity? He might be a little embarrassed by that fact. "Yeah? And what's he s'pose to do in there if he needs to get up fer anything? Doesn't exactly have the strength ta walk on his own yet." Nate could swear that Mick looked like he wanted to punch them both, if possible he seemed even more agitated than when Sara had made him leave the medbay to go get some food.

"Well he could always have Gideon call for one of us, then you wouldn't be without your bed." Oh Mick definitely wanted to punch them now, Nate got ready to steel his hand and block the punch for Ray if he needed to.

Mick's grumble of annoyance as he spoke was nearly a growl when he replied. "Who says I'm gonna be without my bed? Go away." And with that Mick closed the door in their faces before either one of them could respond. Nate and Ray both just looked at each other, now fully convinced that there was in fact something that they didn't know about Leonard and Mick's relationship.

They turned and started towards the bridge at a fast walk that was basically a jog. "Hey, Sara! Nate and I were wondering if you could help us figuring something out?" Nate didn't even wait for Sara to respond to Ray before he added on. "Are Leonard and Mick together, like. In a relationship together?"

Sara turned to look at the two of them and crossed her arms with a raised brow. "I don't really see how that would be any of our business. If they are and wanted us to know? They would tell us." When she turned around to keep pressing buttons on the screen though she added on. "But Gideon did warn me that they were basically making out in the medbay before I could walk in on them after I was informed Leonard had woken up."

Nate had a sudden realization when she mentioned Gideon and moved over to the console in the center of the to room. "Hey Gideon, do you know if Leonard and Mick are together together?"

"Leonard Snart and Mick Rory were married on August 12, 2004; in Lawrance Massachusettes, with Lisa Snart and a court security guard named Lukas Founding as their witnesses." As Gideon spoke a projection of the marriage certificate popped up, and the revelation seemed to make even Sara freeze in what she was doing. She had probably realized the same thing that Nate and Ray had in the kitchen, this meant that Mick had gone through grieving not just his spouse but his husband of 12 years without any of them knowing it. Man was this gonna be a lot to let the others in on.

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dragonydreams · 8 years ago

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The Care and Feeding of Training Assassins 1/3 - Captain Canary

Title: The Care and Feeding of Training Assassins Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow Rating: Teen Pairings/Characters: Sara Lance/Leonard Snart Summary: @gawkydoteficus prompted: FLUFFY PROMPT FLUFFY PROMPT FOR CC: Sara will forget to eat when she trains to Len starts leaving little snacks for her in her room/around the ship/in the training area? Timeline: sometime during season one Word Count: Overall: 4,186, This Chapter: 1,462 Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Berlanti Productions, DC Entertainment, and Warner Bros. Television. Betas: Thank you to angelskuuipo and shanachie_quill for looking this over for me.

Chapter One: Observations & Revelations

Leonard Snart considered himself to be an observant man, especially in new situations.

Being on board the Waverider with a group of strangers twenty-four hours a day wasn't exactly a new situation - he'd been in and out of enough jails and prisons in his life that being enclosed with strangers wasn't entirely new - but the general lack of hostility with these strangers was unusual. So he observed them.

One of the things that he'd observed was that Sara Lance liked to train. A lot. She'd been some kind of assassin, apparently, which intrigued him all the more. One didn't generally associate gorgeous blondes with lethal assassination. Yet, that was exactly what Sara was.

Not that he could blame her for spending so much time training. There wasn't a whole lot else to do on this ship.

Sometimes Leonard would offer to spar with Sara, to avoid his own boredom. She always readily agreed, despite the fact that she held back when sparring with him. Leonard tried not to be insulted when he realized what she was doing, but at the same time, he was grateful not to be on the receiving end of her full strength. He knew that she could kill him with little effort; which turned him on much more than it should.

Amongst his observations of Sara, he noticed that when she was training she often forgot to eat.

Expending that much energy as often as she did, without replenishing it, was dangerous.

So he took to leaving snacks for her. If he knew she was up training early he left her a protein bar, a banana, and Vitamin water on her desk. If she worked out through lunch or dinner, she could find a sandwich, an apple, and a bottle of water in her room.

He was always careful to make his delivery and be gone before she'd finished her training session. He wanted her eating, but didn't want her to know that he was the one feeding her.

~~*~~

At first Sara had been annoyed by the food left in her room, but when her stomach inevitably growled upon registering its presence, she'd cave and eat it, silently grateful that someone had left it for her.

After several weeks of this, Sara finally asked, "Gideon, do you know who my food elf is?"

"Yes, Ms. Lance," Gideon responded.

Sara rolled her eyes, only slightly annoyed that the AI was making her ask the unasked question. "Who is it?"

"Mr. Snart has been leaving food in your room when you train through mealtimes," Gideon reported.

"Thanks," Sara mumbled, surprised by the answer. She'd thought for sure that it had been Ray. He was the thoughtful type that way. Then again, Ray would have said something about it to her.

But Leonard taking care of her?

Sara thought about what she knew of the man as she ate her sandwich. He was a master thief, used to planning heists and taking care of a crew. However, she doubted that he would leave meals for his criminal cohorts.

He had a sister, though. A much younger one, from what she'd gathered. They'd talked about their sisters a couple of times while playing cards and Lisa was one of the few people that Leonard would die for. From what little he'd said, Leonard had practically raised Lisa.

Maybe he saw her as some little sister he needed to take care of?

That idea pissed Sara off to no end. She wasn't some child that needed to be looked after and fed.

Besides, the last thing Sara wanted was for Leonard to see her as a kid sister. Not with the growing attraction that she felt for him.

"Gideon, where is Leonard now?" Sara asked through gritted teeth.

"He is in his room with Mr. Rory," Gideon answered. "Shall I tell him you're looking for him?"

"No, he'll find out soon enough," Sara virtually growled. She grabbed the apple off her desk, stormed out of her room, and around the corner to Leonard's open door.

Leonard was reclining on his bed, reading, while Mick sat on the floor tinkering with something.

Sara lobbed the apple at Leonard, who looked up just in time to catch it before staring at her in shock.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"I'm not some child you have to take care of," Sara fumed, stepping into the room, completely ignoring Mick.

"Busted," Mick chuckled. He gathered up what he'd been working on and made a hasty retreat, closing the door behind him.

Leonard stood; hands up in a placating gesture. "That wasn't my intention."

"You've been leaving food in my room like some kid that can't remember to eat. Or a pet," Sara growled.

"You weren't eating, though," Leonard pointed out. "I have eyes, Sara. I've seen you training hard and not eating after. That's not healthy."

Sara snorted. "And you care about my health?"

"You're our best fighter," Leonard said, hoping to avoid revealing his growing… dare he say, feelings... for the assassin. "We need you in top shape; which means replenishing the nutrients you're expending when you work out so hard."

"And how do you know I wasn't just eating later?" Sara asked, crossing her arms over her chest; only just realizing that she was wearing just a sports bra and low-slung sweatpants.

"I asked Gideon," Leonard admitted.

"And you told him?" Sara shouted at the ceiling.

"Yes, Ms. Lance," Gideon answered. "I, too, was worried about your lack of sustenance."

Sara seemed to deflate at that. "It's not like I was starving myself," she said, looking down at her bare feet.

"I didn't think you were intentionally trying to harm yourself, but rather than make it awkward between us, I thought it best to just leave the food for you to find," Leonard said.

Sara smiled at that, looking up at him through her lashes. "So I made things awkward?" she asked, her usual teasing tone back in her voice.

Leonard smirked. "Well, you did insinuate that I thought of you as a kid, which I assure you, I do not."

Sara sucked in a sharp breath at the flash of desire she saw in his eyes.

Completely dropping her defensive stance, Sara slinked closer to Leonard, allowing some of her own desire to show through. "I suppose that I should probably thank you for thinking of my well-being," she purred.

Leonard swallowed hard at the sudden change in Sara's demeanor. He just barely resisted the urge to pull at his collar as the temperature in the room seemed to skyrocket.

"You're welcome," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. It was hard for him to think with her so close.

Without touching him, Sara rose up on her toes and kissed the corner of his mouth.

Before he could think about it, and before Sara could move away, Leonard reached out and pulled her body against his, sealing his lips over hers. Sara moaned her encouragement, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she returned the kiss.

When they parted, panting for breath, Leonard said, "That was quite the thank you for a few sandwiches. I wonder how you'd thank me if I actually cooked you dinner."

Sara laughed, sinking back on her heels as she dragged her fingers teasingly down his chest. "Why don't you ask me to dinner and find out?"

Leonard groaned and had to close his eyes as his imagination filled in all the delightful ways Sara could thank him for a home cooked meal. When he opened them again, he met Sara's eyes. "Sara, may I cook dinner for you tonight?"

"If you can keep the others out of the galley, then you've got yourself a date," she promised.

"What would you like to eat?" he asked.

"Surprise me," she answered, slipping from his embrace. "You've been doing a pretty good job so far."

Leonard watched Sara go, admiring the view, and then went to knock on Mick's door.

"Good, you're not dead," Mick said, letting Leonard into his room.

"Far from it," Leonard said. "I need your help with something."

"Name it," Mick said. "It involve Blondie?"

"I'm gonna cook her dinner tonight," Leonard said, ignoring Mick's whistle of surprise. "She said she'd let me as long as the rest of the crew wasn't there."

"You want me to threaten them to stay away?" Mick asked gleefully.

"Bingo," Leonard said. "You up for it?"

Mick picked up his heat gun. "Been waiting for a chance to scare this lot."

"Thanks, partner," Leonard said, making to leave.

"Hey, boss," Mick said, causing Leonard to turn back around. "If you don't mind my sayin', it's 'bout time."

Leonard smirked. "Can't disagree with you there."

Chapter Two: Preparations

#captain canary #captain canary fic #legends of tomorrow fic #sara lance #leonard snart

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emrysthemerlin · 8 years ago

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Fem Barry Oneshot

Alright this is based on one of my Headcannons and isn’t in my story on fanfiction.net. I’m typing this on my phone as I’m trapped at work sorry for typos.

Barry screamed as the cattle prod once again made contact with the skin of her torso through one of the slashes in her suit. She was sure somewhere beyond the pain that Cisco was going to hunt Deathstroke down himself and peel him apart piece by piece because he was going to have to make another suit. This one was toast. There were slashes from his sword across the torso, back and legs. The only piece left intact was the mask which he’d left alone as a threat more than anything else. He pulled away the cattle prod and Barry gasped for air and shivered. They were currently in what appeared to be an old meat locker. It was freezing in here which of course slowed Barry down enough for her healing to stop working. She spat blood and Deathstroke smiled tilting her head up so she was forced to face the camera.

“I told you once Arrow that I would destroy you trough your friends, take away everything you care about. I meant it.” Just to prove his point he shoved the cattle prod into one of the open wounds along Barry’s torso. She howled in pain writhing but unable to get away. She was suspended by her hands from one of the hooks in the ceiling. Deathstroke laughed.

“If you don’t turn yourself in to me within the next hour, Arrow, not only will I torture your friend to death on live TV but I will unmask her before I finish.” He pulled the prod out of Barry’s wound and she held back a sob. She would not cry. She wouldn’t let herself cry. She knew the whole of Central City would be watching this. She mustered up her remaining strength and spat in Deathstroke’s masked face. Her aim could have been better but the glob of blood and spit landed right next to his eye. He snarled and slammed his hand into her torso twice before striking her across her face. Her vision spun. She didn’t even register his next threat. But she did hear the door blast off its hinges to her left before she passed out.

Deathstroke turned smiling sinisterly under his mask as he pulled his sword. The speedster he’d been torturing for the last hour had fallen limp in her bonds blood dripping from various wounds on her torso and legs.

“Arrow. And here I thought you were going to leave her to die.” He was blow back off his feet as a bolt of lightning sailed in through the blasted door sending him sprawling across the room a cry of pain pulled from his lips as his body convulsed. A blast of blue white light came next slamming into the hook above the flashes head it froze solid within seconds. In a puff of color a small dark skinned woman in what appeared to be a purple jumpsuit appeared out of thin air and slammed a metal baton into the frozen hook causing it to shatter. She pooffed out of existence again reappearing in the perfect position to catch the Flash’s falling body. Slade snarled as he pulled himself to his feet still twitching slightly. A voice echoed from the doorway.

“The Arrow was taking too long for us. We’ve come to collect something of ours from you.” A man in a blue parka and goggles stepped forward clearing the way for the others behind him. There were three other men there one nearly bald wearing a tan fireman’s coat and goggles holding a gun. Another was dressed in a black and green suit, he appeared to be unarmed but had his hands held out in front of him. The final man was dressed in dark green and had his hood pulled up. He was wearing gloves that had glowing bits attached to them.

“Who the hell are you people?” Slade demanded as he tried to flex his left hand and found himself unable to. The man in the parks smiled.

“We call ourselves the rouges and you’ve taken something that belongs to us and hurt it. So now we’re going to hurt you.” He stepped aside and the man in green and black fired a small tornado from his hands as the man in dark green fired a wave of sound sending Deathstroke flying. He barely managed to avoid a stream of fire from the gun of the man in the tan jacket. He scrambled towards his fallen sword but a blast of blue white light knocked it away from him. Seconds later a foot smashed down onto his hand. The man in the parka leaned down as blood leaked from Deathstroke’s damaged eardrum.

“Let me make something perfectly clear. The Flash belongs to the Rouges of Central City. Touch her again and I swear to god I will freeze you to death before I let heatwave roast your corpse. Do I make myself clear?” Deathstroke nodded and the man smiled.

“Good. Now I’m gonna let my boys here beat you up for a while. Hurt you like you hurt her.” The woman in purple called out to the man in the parka.

“Cold! She’s not doing good!” He left the others to beat on Deathstroke for a while as he rushed over to Shauna. He checked the speedsters pulse and reached into his jacket handing Shauna a small telescope.

“Glider’s waiting in a stolen Star Labs van outside. She’ll get her to people who can help her.” Shauna nodded and used the telescope to get a good look outside before vanishing with the speedster. Captain cold walked over to the still operational camera and smiled into it.

“I hope you all got the message.” Then he switched it off and left to go join the other male rouges in teaching Deathstroke not to touch what was theirs.

Shauna made it out to the van without trouble where Lisa Snart AKA Golden Glider was waiting in the van. Though she was reluctant to put the speedster down Shauna release her into the other woman’s care. After strapping the still unconscious speedster onto a stretcher the van took off. Shauna watched it go. She couldn’t help but worry about the speedster she had been there when no one else was. Though she and her Star Labs crew had incarcerated her in a prison specifically built to keep her in the Flash had visited her three times a week and helped her understand that the boyfriend she’d broken out of Iron Heights prison wasn’t worth the time she gave him.

Lisa raced off to Star Labs praying that the nerd squad, as she and Mick called them, would be in. She was in luck they met her in the parking garage a stretcher ready and waiting for the speedster. Caitlin rushed off with Cisco as Dr. Wells and Joe West turned to Lisa.

"Is she going to be ok?” Dr. Wells nodded.

"You got her here in remarkable time. The Arrow hasn’t even arrived I have no doubt Dr. Snow will be able to stabilize her. How did you know to bring her here Miss Snart?” Lisa shrugged.

I figured out who she is. I mean Len’s still hung up on Barry and he is the same way with the Flash and I’ve never known him to chase two women at the same time. ” Joe West’s eyes narrowed but he remained quiet as Dr. Wells’ nodded.

"A very intelligent deduction Miss Snart I see what Cisco sees in you.” With that he wheeled away down the hall.

Barry woke up slowly shivering slightly. Everything hurt and someone was yelling. Her head pounded and she groaned in pain. The voices stopped immediately. A light shone in her eyes and she tried to squirm away from it. Red hair fell in the face of Dr. Caitlin Snow and Barry breathed a sigh of relief.

"How are you feeling Barry?” Barry shook her head making another moan of pain she blinked and the rest of the room came into focus. Oliver in his full Arrow costume stood on one side of the bed Barry was currently occupying glaring daggers at someone who stood on the other side of her bed. She turned her head with some difficulty and spotted an annoyed and worried looking Leonard Snart dressed in his signature Captain Cold get up. She managed a confused sound. Caitlin explained as she checked Barry’s injuries and the two men continued their stare down. Barry yelped in pain as Caitlin prodded a particularly painful spot before applying a new bandage. Leonard spoke.

"Can’t you give her something to help with the pain Dr. Snow?” He sounded almost concerned. Caitlin shook her head ignoring Oliver who was practically growling.

"No. She’ll burn right through anything I give her. Best we can do is keep her injuries clean while they heal.” There was definitely concern in the criminals eyes now. Oliver growled and opened his mouth to speak but Len cut across him.

"No. You don’t get a say in this you brought that manic to our town! You’re the reason he hurt her and she wouldn’t be alive right now if we hadn’t shown up to help her!” That stunned the whole cortex into silence. Then from somewhere out of Barry’s line of sight Cisco spoke.

"Hate to say it but I gotta side with cold on this one.” Barry snorted a laugh that turned to a wince halfway through. Len made an aborted movement like he was going to grab her hand but he recovered quickly.

" I just wanted to check and make sure she was going to recover I’ll be leaving now before Detective West decides it’s a good idea to arrest me.” He laid his hand on hers for a millisecond before stuffing it in his pocket and walking out of the cortex followed closely by his sister who blew a kiss to Cisco before she left. There was a moment of silence before Oliver turned to Barry pulling down his hood.

"Barry your relationship with your villains concerns me.”

#the flash #the arrow #leonard snart #captain cold #hartley rathaway #weather wizard #fem!barry allen #barry allen #coldflash #cisco ramon #caitlin snow #harrison wells #eobard thawne #oliver queen #joe west #lisa snart #comedy #angst

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nightwingswing · 8 years ago

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HAPPY SAINT VALENTINE’S DAY!

Hope you enjoy, and happy Valentine’s day!!

I love you!

Your name is (Y/N) (L/N) and you are a dimension traveler.

It’s like a time traveler but with dimensions.

When you enter a dimension, it changes and creates a life for you in that one and when you go back to your own it restores itself like you never existed. You are able to create portals were you can move from place to place. You used it on several occasion to fight with your friends.

It’s pretty cool.

Today is St Valentine’s day and you are sick of all that lovely dovey couples. Seriously your friends could control themselves a little.

You were bored in your room, playing with your (fav/gem) chain, it was what gave you the power to travel thought dimensions.

Wait

That’s it!

Why sit there moping when you can go to your favorite dimension!

You sat straight in your bed, grabbing your collar with both hands. You whispered your magic words and it glowed bright (f/c).

A (f/a) came out of it, it was your protector, the being that helped you thought your travels.

“HELLO, (Y/N). WHERE DO YOU WISH TO GO FIRST?”

A (f/c) fog came from the gem, creating three word in the air.

“COMICVERSE” “MOVIEVERSE” “TV’VERSE”

Hmmm… Where to go first?

Let’s start with the Tv’verse!

“Tv’verse, please.”

“As you wish”

The (f/c) fog surrounded you fast, creating a black hole where you fell. You started falling fast, millions of fragments of other dimensions playing around you. Until you saw your destination glowing brightly, you swam towards it until your form completely passed thought it.

///*\\\

“Offf..” You fell ungracefully on the ground, a pair of feet was in front of you and suddenly a strong pair of arms hugged you tightly.

Too tightly!

“Kara! Pls I-I can’t breathe” You shouted to the blonde kryptonian woman hugging you.

“Ah, sorry! (n/n) I just missed you so much!”

“Yeah, I can feel that”

“Everyone has missed you! C’mon let’s go back!”

In a puff you were in Kara’s apartment and as you entered Superman was already in there.

“Kal? What are you doing here?” Kara asked

“ I heard (y/n)’s heartbeat and I had to come see her.”

“Hey Kal!” You waved. He came towards you and gave you a short kiss on the lips. Kara gasped, surprised.

When the two of you separated, Kal breathed

“Happy St. Valentine’s day, (y/n)”

“eppp” You screeched.

“Hey! I want one too! “Kara said before kissing you.

“mmpft” Kara ‘s lips crushed yours in a kiss.

“Muack!” She said as she breaks away from you.

You stayed there, confused as f*ck.

“What-”

“ Are we interrupting something?” Came Cisco’s voice. He and Barry had just appeared out of nowhere.

“Guys! What are you doing here?” Kara asked.

“ We’re here to pick (y/n) up and take her to Central.” Barry said.

“But we’re not done! She still hasn’t seen James or Alex!”

“Too bad. Barry, grab her!” Cisco yelled and suddenly you were snatched away by Barry before anyone could react, he super speeded towards the portal Cisco opened.

“See you later!” Cisco said as the portal closed.

Kara’s eyes became red.

////*\\\\

In the blink of an eye you were in S.T.A.R Labs , Harry, Caitlin, Wally, Jess, Iris, Joe and even HR was there.

“What- Why is everyone here?”

“We heard you were back, we couldn’t just let you in National city.” Caitlin explained. “What happened?”

“St Valentine’s happened.”

Everyone looked at you until Caitlin came to you and gave you a soft, friendly kiss. You were surprised but she quickly broke the kiss.

“Hey! I want one too!” Cisco whined. You smiled at him and grabbed his arm

“Come here, you” Cisco’s kiss was loving and not friendly at all. Barry laughed.

“Now he’s not gonna stop rambling about it”

“(Y/N) you are as beautiful as ever!” HR said, as he came to you and sweep you out of your feet. Kissing you like in the movies.

“HEY! GET OFF OF HER!” Harry shouted as he pushed HR away.

“Are you ok, (y/n)?” Harry asked you.

“Yes I’m fine, thanks.” The two of you looked at each other’s eyes, the tension was so strong that you could cut it with a knife.

“Oh, kiss her already, dad!” Jess shouted as she pushed Harry towards you. Harry’s lips. The kiss turned passionate as Harry’s hands buried themselves in your hair, his tongue pushed your lips open and the kiss turned so dirty, Iris covered Wally’s eyes.

“Hey! I’m old enough to see this!”

“ No, you ain’t.” Came Joe’s response.

The two of you broke away to get air and HR and Cisco, jealous separated you away from Harry.

For the first time, they agreed on something.

“Uh oh” Said Caitlin. Looking at her screen. “Trouble in Central’s bank. It seems Captain cold, Golden glider and Heatwave are attacking.”

Cisco looked at her smiling like a fool.

“What?” Came Caitlin’s defensive response.

“You used my nicknames!” His smile widened.

“What are we waiting for” Came Jess’ voice, already with her suit on. “Let’s go!”

“I wanna go! But I don’t have any suit.” You pouted.

“Are you sure?” Cisco smirked while pushing a button that opened a case where a (f/c) suit was displayed. It was what you always wanted!

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!” You hugged Cisco tightly as he laughed at your enthusiasm.

“I helped Cisco design it, so it can stand the friction your body creates as you travel in your portals-” Harry said before been hugged too, he smiled softly at you as his arms came to your waist.

“Hey! I helped design it too! I don’t get a hug?” HR wined.

“Come here” You opened your arms and HR tackled you.

///*\\\

“Do you have all the money, Snart?” Mick Rory asked Leonard as he and Lisa freeze the last guards.

“What do you think you are doing?” You shouted as you jumped from your portal in front of them.

“(Y/n), you are back. I see.” Len purred. “Came to see your boys on Valentines Day?” He mocked.

“What do you care? Jealous?” You snarked.

“What? NO-“

“He totally is” Lisa laughed. “Missed you, (n/n).” She hugged you.

“Wait, are you two friends?” Mick asked, confused.

“One time she came when you two were with the legends. We bonded”

“Oh, how are they?” You asked

“Fine. We just took.. a vacation, if you will.” Len said. He had soften a bit after seeing you being friends with Lisa.

“Oh, I have a present for ya” Lisa said as she came closer to you. She kissed you on the cheek and gave you a little envelope.

“Thanks!” You opened it and it was a little gold heart.

“I carved it myself, then shot at it with my gun. You like?” She said, a little bashful.

“I love it!” You hugged her tightly.

“Help me put it on!” You said as Lisa’s hands grabbed the chain and pulled it around your neck.

“I don’t have anything as pretty, but I can burn someone you hate” Mick said.

“No, thanks, Mick. Uh it’s not necessary. Haha” You laughed. Len raised an eyebrow.

“Then I give you this.” Mick said and before you could say anything he kissed you on the lips.

What the heck! Did you have a sign that said “kiss me” or something?

Heatwave pulled away as you stayed there, frozen.

“What-“

“I don’t usually do this, but my sister won’t stop pestering me if I don’t do this” Len said. Lisa pouted.

“Jerk”

“Trainwreck.”

Lisa pushed her brother until he fell on top of you, his lips smashing yours. After a while you started to move your lips and Len followed, soon it turned more heated as his hands came to your face.

“And he says he doesn’t like her” Lisa said, amused while looking at you and Len making out on the floor of the bank. But you were interrupted as Barry and Jess appeared.

Barry quickly grabbed Snart by his parka and smashed him against the wall.

“WHAT.THE.HELL.SNART?!” Barry yelled angry. Len looked at Barry, smirking.

“What, scarlet? Can’t a man give a girl he wants a Valentines kiss?”

“If she wants to. And (Y/n) didn’t want to!”

“Are you sure of that, scarlet?” As Barry was distraught by looking at you Mick shot at Barry, hitting him. Quickly Snart shot at Jess who was fighting Lisa.

As everyone was fighting you heard claping. The fight stopped to see, Mark Mardon at the bank doors.

Barry snarled.

“Did you call your rogues, Snart?” Len smiled, amused.

“Rogues, huh? Cute”

“What are you doing here, Mardon?!”

“Oh, nothing. Just kinda, want to avenge my brother? You know the one detective West killed?” He said before shooting a bolt of energy towards Barry and You. You quickly created a portal and disappeared, appearing behind Mardon and immobilizing him. He smirked.

“So she’s the one, everyone is crazy about?” He smirked, turning his head to look at you. His smirk widened before you felt a blow that pushed you away from him. He had pushed you away with a hurricane.

Mardon pushed the flash and Jessie Quick against a wall, immobilizing them. Then he summoned a hurricane that bought you to his arms. His breath tickled your face. He smirked flirtatiously.

“After a hurricane they expect serious looting, but you already stole my heart” Mardon smirked. You looked at him, face blank.

“Oh my god, did he just use a weather pick up line? That’s the lamest thing ever.” Jess said as Mark glared at her, sending a storm her way, raining heavily over her. Mark’s head turned to you.

“Be careful, I’ve been known to cause a flash flood, watch it in your lower elevations.”

“That’s’ the lamest thing ever” said the Flash.

“I find it quite…charming”

“YOU DO?” said everyone. Even Mark, who smiled truthfully, a warm feeling flooded his heart. You were the first girl to like them.

“You like my pick-up lines?”

“Well, yes. I like them, they’re funny.” You smile

“I’m never letting you go” He whispered.

“Baby, make sure you’ve got enough sandbags, because the storm isn’t the only one that’s going to be flooding your basement” He winked. You blushed and joked said

“The storm supposes to knock out the power, but your eyes have all the electricity I need.” You winked and you found yourself being kissed by the Weather Wizard.

Suddenly Mardon and you were pushed away, hitting the wall and falling to the ground. You looked at the direction it came from and you saw Sam Scudder with Rosa Dillon.

“I’ve been looking forward seeing you again, Snart.”

“Scudder, I see you were able to come out of the mirror.” Snart smirked.

“What’s this?! A family reunion or something?!” You shouted and everyone looked at you.

Great

“And who is this, girl?” Dillon asked. “Another member of your little group of do-gooders, flash?”

“She’s (y/n) (l/n).” Scudder answered Rosa’s question.

“You know her?!” She asked as Scudder scratches his head.

“Uh, maybe?” Dillon’s eyes narrowed looking at Mirror Masters, but whatever she was gonna say was interrupted as a group of people entered the bank.

“Mister Snart, Mister Rory is time for you to go back to the- (y/n)?” The man you recognized as Rip Hunter.

“(Y/n)!!” Ray said happily as he ran to give you a hug. He separate Mardon from you. Mardon wheezed and tried to grab your arm but failing to do so.

“(Y/N)! How are you? It’s everything alright? I hope you can join us in one of our adventures!”

“Raymond, if you could let her breath maybe she could talk.” Sara said as she came to forward, liberating Barry and Jess of their prisons. They soon took care of Scudder and Dillon.

“I’m glad to see you again, (y/n)” Said Rip, smiling at you. The team hugged you tightly –too tightly- Len and Mick approached you.

“You couldn’t have better timing” Len said sarcastically.

“Yeah” Mick growled.

“We detected the presence of Savage and we need to get going.” Rip said.

“Why don’t you come with us, (y/n)?” Asked Kendra.

“I suppose I could-“

“Thawne, where the hell did you bought us? A family reunion??!” Asked a man you didn’t know.

“I explained before! That thing is looking for me.” Said Eobard Thawne, the reverse flash.

Uh, you thought he disappeared forever.

“That thing only haunts speedsters- wait, (y/n)? it’s that you?” Eobard’s eyes widened, smiling a little. His companions looked at him weirdly.

Since when is Eobard civil?

He speeded towards you, sweeping you from your feet kissing you.

“I missed you!” He said. “I haven’t seen you sice I helped Flash restore the timeline.” He kissed your face repeatedly until Snart froze his feet and made him fall with you in his arms. It was then when Eobard heard it, the thing that has been haunting him. He vibrated thought the ice you saw his scared expression and asked

“What’s your problem, Thawne”

“Something has been following me thought my speed. It seems he has found me.”

“You lead it to us?!” Barry yelled.

“I didn’t know you where here!”

“Don’t move, Thawne. It’s sight is based on the speed force.!” Eobard other companion shouted as a black blur passed around you.

“Zoom?!” Barry shouted.

“Hunter?” You shouted. The black speedster stopped in front of you. It screeched in your face. You stayed put as it screeched “It’s not Hunter”

“Then who can be?”

“Thawne said it was ancestor form his family that sacrificed himself to kill him.” Eobard’s companion explained.

“Eddie…?” You and Barry let out a breath as the blur looked at you.

“(Y-y-N-N)??” He tried to talk, but before he could say anything a portal opened sucking you in.

“(Y/N)!!!!!!!!” Everyone shouted before the portal closed.

///*\\\

“WHAAAA?” You yelled as you fell above someone. “Ugh, my head”

“Friend (y/n)!” Young Starfire shouted happily, with Raven, Beast boy and Cyborg trailing before her.

Then the person you fell on is…

Robin!!

“OH MY GOD, I’M SO SORRY!” Your voice sounded more high-pitched than before.

“It’s okay, (y/n).”

“(Y/N) What’s up? You seemed rather startled when exiting your portal!” Cyborg said.

“Oh, just- the portal surprised me, that’s all.” You smiled. “Where were you going?”

“We received an alert from Titans East, saying Slade has been getting some shady pieces. We were going to investigate.” Raven said.

“Come with us, friend (y/n)!” Star said.

“Yes, please. (y/n)” Beast boy said.

“Okay! “

Robin smiled at you before shouting

“TITANS, GO!”

///*\\\

“I thought you said we were going to investigate?” You asked as the titans and you were “hiding”.

“We are” Robin said.

“Yeah but I don’t know, we could hide better?”

“What’s wrong in hiding behind a bush? Right Robin?” Beast boy said.” Robin?” BB looked around only to not find his leader.

“He leaved.” Raven said, eyes preoccupied.

“What’s going one with him?” You asked, worried.

“He always becomes like that when it comes to Slade. Since that time… he isn’t the same.” Cyborg said, looking at the way his leader had leaved.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go!” BB said, turning into a cheetah and running after Robin.

You created a portal and transported them where Robin was. He was perched in a roof where you could see a shady group of men exchanging briefcases.

“Robin, what should we do?” Star asked.

“You and Raven follow that van, Cyborg and Beast boy, you two follow those ones and try and get as much information as you can. (Y/n) and me retrieve the briefcases and we’ll look around for Slade.

“Okay, but before We go, Happy day of the valentines, (y/n)!” Starfire said before kissing your cheek friendly.

“Ah, thanks Star.”

“Happy valentine’s day, (y/n)!” Each member gave you a kiss on the cheek except Robin, who waited until everyone was gone to kiss you briefly on the lips.

“Happy valentine’s day” He whispered. “ Now, he have to move. They’re going to get away.”

“Let’s go”

As you two where fighting the badies with Robin you heard a loud, creepy but rather cute laugh before been grabbed by the waist and pulled up. As you were pulled up, Robin was hit by an incredible fast yellow blur.

“Kid flash?!” Robin wheezed. “Wait, you aren’t Kid flash!” Wally smirked at the other, more bossy less fun clone of his best friend.

“I’m Kid flash, but not from this dimension” The loud laugh interrupted their talk as Robin with you in his arms jumped next to Kid Flash.

“Hey, other me!” Robin laughed, he saw the Robin of this universe tied up and glaring at them ” I see you’re not feeling the aster”

“Sorry, gotta go. We and (y/n) have a meeting to go. Bye bye angry bird!” Wally laughed before speeding up with Robin and You in each arm.

“Sorry, Robin!” You yelled before disappearing. As the portal closed Robin broke free of his bounds and tried to cross the portal too.

What an assh*les

///*\\\

“OW, WALLY! YOU COULD BE SOFTER!” You whined as you fell to the ground, again.

“(Y/N)!” M’gann came to you and gave you an hug followed by Artemis and a rather looking awkward Conner.

“Hey Con” You smiled as he smiled back.

“How come you go dimension traveling and the last dimension you come is ours” Wally pouted. “Not cool (n/n). I thought we were your favorites, right , Rob?” He asked Robin who you didn’t know when had changed to his civvies, the sunglass giving him a vibe of mysterious guy when he was all witty puns.

But you loved him for it.

“Hey Artemis”

“Hey” She gave you an semi-hug.

Out of nowhere M’gann came out of the kitchen with a batch of fresh made heart shaped cookies, Wally’s had was quick to try and grab a cookie before his hand being slapped away.

“Ow, babe” Wally whined.

“These are for Conner and (y/n).” She said as the tray of cookies was held in front of Conner and you. “Happy valentine’s day!”

“Thanks, M’gann” You grabbed a two cookies from the tray, one for you and one you gave Wally when M’gann wasn’t looking. He quickly ate it and smiled at you.

“I got a present for you too” Said Robin, who got out of his pouches a black box where a silver chain with a little (f/a) charm.

“You said that was the animal that helped and protected you in your travels. I saw it on a mission and knew I had to buy it for you.” You gave Rob the biggest hug and a kiss, as Rob’s face turned towards yours your lips made contact with each other’s. As Rob pulled away quickly, blushing hard.

Ooooh right

It was his first kiss.

Whoops.

“Wooo, get it Rob! Sure you’re feeling the “Aster” now” said Wally teasingly, making Rob blush harder.

Everything was interrupted as Red Tornado appeared, alerting the team of suspicious activity in Keystone. As the league was occupied, the team was to go investigate.

“C’mon, what are we waiting for!?” You asked. The team smiled at you and quickly you were ready to go.

////*\\\\

Okay this was a bigger deal than expected.

It was Zoom who was causing the chaos.

But the worst wasn’t that, the worst was

There were two

TWO!

“Since when can speedsters create clones?!” You asked

“We can’t, we can run fast enough to seem there are two of us, but I don’t think that is what Zoom is doing. They look more as if they were-“ Kid Flash said, looking at the two angry yellow speedsters’.

“Fighting” Ended Robin.

“Yes. But why?” Asked Miss Martian.

“Dunno, but I’m not gonna wait for them to tell me.” Artemis said as she shot two arrows in the two Zooms directions.

They didn’t hit any of the Zooms but made them look their way.

Snap they had to move

And Fast.

“Artemis why did you do that?!” Robin asked at the archer.

“Yeah, Speedy hadn’t done that” Wally said

“IM.NOT.SPEEDY” she said thought gritted teeth.

“Well, well, well… What do we have here? First, my dimensional counterpart and now you?” Zoom said, as he appeared in front of them.

“Dimensional counterpart?” Asked Robin.

“Yes, the me from the original dimension. The so called “Comicverese” as the fellow dimension travelers call it. We can’t reach the prime dimension, the first one. Her dimension.” He said, his hand grabbing your face harshly.

“But with her, I will be able to get there and fiddle with the time strings and the fate. I’ll change the world to the better.” Zoom smirked but before he could do anything another Zoom, this on with a yellower suit and his mask eyes black with red pupils, interrupted. This one seemed to talk faster than the other.

“(y/n), youhavetocomewithmeee.” He said, you almost didn’t catch what he said.

“Hey! Leave her alone!” KF said speeding towards Zoom who avoided it easily. Zoom grabbed you bridal style and started running faster and faster. KF ran behind Zoom, but he wasn’t fast enough. Once you were running over the pacific ocean, he broke the sound barrier. That gave a bolt of energy to your gem that created a rift of dimensions, that the two of you crossed.

////*\\\\

When you reached the Comic universe, almost everything seemed normal. Zoom let you go and you had to sit as your head hadn’t stop spinning. Zoom was about to grab you again when a hand came out of a puddle right next to you. The hand grabbed you and pulled you in. As you entered the mirror maze you heard Zoom yell of frustration.

“Offf.” You fell on someone’s lap. “Ow, seriously Mirror master, you could be gentler.”

“Sorry,lass” You looked at the new mirror master. He wasn’t Sam Scudder.

“You are not Sam, Who are you?!” Your eyes narrowed. The man laughed, showing that he had missing his front thooth. His smirk was crooked.

“Name’s Evan, Evan McCulloch. Nice to meet’cha, the others don’t seem to stop talking ‘bout ye”

“McCulloch, that’s enough.” Said a middle aged man, with tousled brown hair, brown eyes and a blue parka.

“Len!” You smiled and went to hug him. This was the first dimension you came across and when you fell trought the portal, you fell over Len Snart and his rogues. You fainted and they took you in and helped you.

They weren’t bad people.

But thanks to The Distortionist, who likes playing games with you, blocked the door towards this dimension.

F*cker.

“(n/n). Missed ya” He hugged you back, his arms completely warping around your form, He needed that, an hug. “I heard about what happened to Lisa, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you.” You kissed his cheek and grabbed his blue glasses, putting them on. Len smiled at you as he messed your hair.

“Are they, like a couple or something? He’s too old for her. She could do better” Captain Boomerang Jr said.

You looked at the rest of the Rogues.

“Mick!” You went to hug the phyro as he messed your hair even more.

“Hey, Kiddo. Missed ya.” He twirled you around and kissed your cheek.

“Happy st valentine’s day.” Len grumbled in the background and Mick smirked. He loved to mess with Cold, it’s obvious he’s jealous of girls liking him best.

Mick let you go and you hugged Mark. The weather wizard hugged you back and gave you two kisses on the cheek.

“Hey Mark, I meet another you in other universe!”

“Really? How was he like?”

“An ass*ole, but-”

“Nothing new then” Said The new Trickster.

“He used weather pick-up lines! It was so cute”

“I know some of these.” He said.

“Tell me!”

“A-” As Mardon was to say his pick up line, Len and Mick both put their hand over the wizard’s mouth, silencing him.

“Too dirty for you” They said.

“owww” You pouted. Then you saw the newest Cap. Boomerang, you came up to him stuck your hand for a shake.

“Hi, I think we haven’t meet. I’m (y/n) (l/n). Nice to meet you.”

“Owen Mercer” He shacked your hand in a amicable greeting.

“You’re good people.” Said McCulloch.

“No, we aren’t”

////*\\\\

After eating pizza and playing poker ( and winning) against the Rogues you had to leave.

“Are you sure (n/n)? You could stay. I’ll work better with a pretty face around!” Winked Axel. Mark whacked him on his head and hugged you.

“ I hope you come over soon. We can go and create storms together again.”

“I can’t wait.! I just have to find the Distortionist and kick his ass”

“Be safe. Oh and Happy St Valentines day” Said the weather wizard as he kissed you softly. The lighting from his eyes gave you goosebumps and tickled your cheeks.

“Out of the way, lighting” Came Micks rough voice. He pushed Mardon away and kissed you harshly.

“If you don’t come back soon, I’ll cross dimensions and I will kidnap you.”

“haha” You laughed, but you knew he was totally serious.

McCulloch took advantage of your distraction and stole a kiss from you.

“I hope we can see you soon” Evan’s crooked smile started to seem cute to you.

Len smiled at you, cradled you face and kissed you passionately.

His heart had been cold since childhood, turned even colder after Lisa’s … But you, oh, you made him feel like he belonged.

Even though he never was going to say it.

“See you soon, (y/n).” Everyone waved at you as Evan took you via Mirror maze towards Gotham streets.

“Are you sure you want me to let you here?”

“Yes, don’t worry. I know my way around.”

After saying goodbye you started walking towards your destination.

Wayne Manor.

////*\\\

You knocked at the door.

Alfred opened the door to see you soaked and freezing.

“Miss (y/n)! What are you doing here? Oh my goodness, come in ,come in.”

You entered the manor and Alfred went to get you a towel and a hot drink when Dick came down.

“(y/n)!!!” He tackled you in a hug. Oh god, he is still the same as always

“Why did you took so long to come back??” He pouted.

“Well, at least I’m here.”

“Your right. Wait till I tell everyone!”

“Dick, no!”

“DAMIII! (Y/N) IS BACK!!!”

“TIMMY (Y/N) IS BACK!!”

“JAY!!! (y/n) IS BAAACK!!”

“BRUCE!!!”

“I heard you Dick, hell. I think everyone in this damn world heard you.”

Bruce gave you a hug and a kiss. And the you were tackled by a pile of Robins.

“(Y/n)! WHERE THE HECK WERE YOU? WHAT HAPPENED? WHO DO I HAVE TO KILL-I MEAN TEACH A LESSON??” Jason shouted hugging you close.

“ARE YOU OKAY, (Y/N)?? YOU HAD ME SOO WORRIED WHEN YOU DIDN’T COME BACK AFTER A MONTH! WHO DO I HAVE TO HACK??” Tim said, burying his face in your neck.

“I’LL KILL THEM! DID THEY HURT YOU???” Damian said, his face buried in your chest.

“Relax guys! I’m fine. I just came here to see you and grab some clean clothes before returning. You know who I get when it’s Valentines day.”

“OH RIGHT! We have a present for you!” Tim said.

He came to you, a black box in hand.

“We made these ourselves.”

Inside there were 6 brazalets, one blue with a bird for Nightwing, one red with a gun and a helmet for Red hood, one burgundy with a feather and red robin’s symbol and one green with an R and a katana for Robin.

1of them was black with your name engraved and a bat charm, obviously for Batman. One Grey and Black, simple and sophisticated for Alfred.

Your eyes clouded with happy tears, as they fell you found yourself in a group hug. Even Bruce and Alfred were in it.

It was beautiful until Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, Flash and Aquaman came out of nowere.

“HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY, (Y/N)!!”

“ WE GOT YOU CAKE!” Said Flash.

“AND DRINKS!” Said Hal.

“Way to ruin a moment guys.” You Smiled. Maybe going back to prime dimension could wait.

BONUS:

“How did you find out (y/n) was here?” Bruce asked Clark.

“Erm, uh, n-no one” Clark said.

“DICK!!!” Bruce yelled.

And Dick flied, we flied like never had fled before.

The end.

(Prompst still open!)

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Immortal- Welcome Home (Chapter 2/?)

Chapter Summary: The three siblings finally reunite and the brothers officially meet Sara.

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“The black sheep returns once again…” Said Mick as he walked inside the room; moving towards the library and letting his fingers graze the dusty books on one of the selves. “I have missed you, Lenny.”

“What are you doing here, Mick?” He questioned; moving cautiously towards the other man who flashed him a smirk. His brother looked the same as always; black jacket and those same over-worn combat boots which Leonard didn’t even know how survived all these years.

“Well, I was just gonna ask you the same thing but I’m guessing your answer already.” Mick said and moved towards the shelves with the family albums. He quickly found the one that was marked “1864” and once he opened it, he took something and then put the rest of the album back in its place. “You came here to save your brother; make him good again… and then you saw her.” He showed Leonard the picture he had gotten from the album and the man felt his blood boil.

In the photo was Alexa; curled hair cascading down her shoulders and she was wearing that dress with the small slit on her chest. Leonard remembered taking that very dress off of her that same night when he took that picture with a camera his father had reluctantly let him use.

“Young naïve Sara who just happens to look just like her… and I’m wondering little brother, have you thought of how she tastes; how it would be to drain the life out of her… to tear her to pieces and see the life fade away from these blue vibrant eyes of hers?” Mick taunted Leonard and walked closer to him with his smirk getting bigger each passing moment. “Come on, Lenny… Give into the thirst, let’s do this together! Go and tear that girl apart and perhaps you can have your way with her before we kill her. For old time’s sake.”

“Shut up!” Leonard hissed and rushed to Mick; throwing the man out of the still-open window along with himself. He landed on the pavement and he swiftly stood up; dusting his clothes and feeling unnerved by his outburst. Hot-headedness was Mick’s specialty.

And speaking of Mick…

Leonard glanced around him; realizing that his brother was nowhere to be seen in the property and he began to panic. Usually Mick wasn’t one to pay house visits and most of all to him or Lisa and it was a quite rare occasion to have him in one place.

“Uh, I hate to tell you that Len but you seem to have really lost your edge. I imagine it isn’t hunting season yet and you can’t eat a deer. Man, it must really suck to feed on poor innocent bunnies and rats. ‘No don’t hurt us, Lenny! We just want to eat our carrots!’” Mick said as he appeared behind the man and Leonard rolled his eyes.

“Reconnecting has been really fun, brother but I would really like to know why you decided to come back after all this time. I know Central has a hell of a nightlife but I really doubt you are here for that.” He said and his mouth had that smirk that was dripping sarcasm…

“Can’t I just be homesick and missing my siblings?” Mick questioned and Leonard snorted at that.

“That right is long gone, Mick… So I am warning you; one more person dies and I go stake-shopping.”

“You sure you wanna do that, brother? Because you are gonna need much more than… this to take me down.” Mick pointed at his lone form.

“What? You are saying that my stunning appearance and excellent sense of humor aren’t enough?” In less than a moment Leonard had his brother by the neck and pressed against one of the walls outside the boarding house. “Of course I can just go fetch us both a couple of stakes and we’ll sort this whole thing out right now.” It was Mick’s turn to talk and he did it with a harsh punch on Leonard’s face. The other man just kept smirking; unfazed by his behavior. Soon the two were exchanging punches and Leonard managed to grab a broken tree branch; hoping that it would slow him brother down if he stabbed him with. Mick was punching him relentlessly and he didn’t even think twice as he grabbed his little brother and started hitting him against the trees. Leonard was fighting back though; managing to stab Mick with the branch on the stomach but the older man quickly pulled it out and threw it aside.

“Seems like you have picked up a few new tricks, brother!” Leonard called out as he wiped the blood from his nose. Mick was across him; hands crossed in front of his chest and face cool.

“You should see the one with the hawk. Gave Alexa 2.0 and her little friend quite the scare this morning. You should have seen them screaming when the car started spinning.” Mick spat out as Leonard ran up to the other man; hand going inside his chest and the man released a grunt. “That’s how it’s gonna be, Lenny? You’re not fighting fair.”

“I never did.” Leonard drawled and then suddenly Mick used his hands to break Leonard’s neck and he fell limp on the floor.

“Sorry Lenny, but you are beginning to get on my nerves and my anger issues still need work.” Mick muttered and moved towards the house… And then he was getting knocked down. He glanced up to see Leonard. “Oh, well that was fast. Maybe next time I should stab you or rip off a limb. See what happens then.”

“Or I can break both of your necks, tear off your limbs, and scatter your body parts all across the city and then go on vacation in the Caribbean.” Said Lisa as she walked towards the two looking pissed as hell.

“Lisa! The sibling I actually missed.” Mick called out with a sarcastic growl. The woman rolled her eyes and separated her two siblings; throwing them in different sides.

“Cut the crap, bro. We both know you don’t give a damn about me or Leonard. So I suggest you go and compel the girl who survived your attempt to kill her to forget all about you or I can stake you right now and go do that myself.”

“Wow… things really have changed.” Mick said and got up from the ground that Lisa had thrown him. “I remember when you were a sweet little innocent girl.”

“Well I think that all three of us know what happened to that little girl and whose fault it is.” Both Mick and Leonard exchanged a look but surprisingly it was Mick who spoke.

“By the time I’m done you’re gonna get all of that back, Lisa. We both are.” Mick stated as he started walking away.

“What’s your plan Mick?” Leonard demanded as he stood next to Lisa with a determined expression.

The other man smiled.

“Doesn’t the thrill of the discovery and the anticipation make it all much more fun? I guess you will just have to figure that out on your own.” He said as he quickly disappeared and the two siblings saw a hawk flying in the distance.

Looks like their brother was here to stay after all…

“Hey, Anna, it’s me.” Ray said as the slender girl’s eyes opened and she burrowed her eyebrows at the young man. “Calm down, your parents are on their way from Philly right now and the doctor let me sit with you until they get here.”

Anna’s hand went to her bandaged neck and she tried to say something to Ray; even though her voice came out as a hoarse grunt.

“Don’t try to talk yet. Whatever happened… whatever animal attacked you; it’s gone now, you are safe.” Anna lifted her tear-filled eyes and looked at him. With a scratchy voice she finally managed to say…

“Vampire”

“Dear diary, the past is like a ghost. No matter how much we want to move on and forget it; pretend it’s not killing us from the inside…

“Lenny, hide that picture… That bitch doesn’t deserve even your merest shred of attention.” Lisa said and placed a hand on her brother’s shoulder.

“Lis, I am so sorry I couldn’t stop him.” Leonard said with a pained voice as he stood up from the chair and faced his little sister.

“I let Mick go tonight; it’s my fault too.” She stated softly with a tone he hadn’t heard in a very long time.

“I don’t mean about Mick.” Lisa’s eyes darkened. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop dad… when he-.”

“It’s still not your fault. It’s all her fault and if I had the chance I would make her pay all over again…But my priority now is Mick and it should be yours too.”

…it always comes back, one way or the other…

The tired woman sat on her usual table at Jitters and she was suddenly very thankful that the coffee-shop was open 24/7. Her books were spread all over the surface and even though she had to work on her paper... she just could not get her eyes off of that handsome stranger who was looking at her intently. She was playing it cool… until he stood up and started walking towards her.

“Can I help you?” She questioned with her eyebrow rising as she looked at the man. Well he was quite handsome and from the looks of it he had a pretty good body too… Stay cool!

“I believe that you may be just the help I’m looking for right now. I’m Mick.” His piercing eyes were focused on hers as he smirked.

“I’m Laurel.” She said with a smile.

…and whether we like it or not, it is bound to change everything. And when the past returns...We wouldn’t have wished for our day to be different. Because sometimes different is very, very far from good. And you realize that in dark times, you find yourself making unexpected friends…

“Lisa?” Sara asked concerned as she saw the brunette standing in her front door. She was still in her clothes from the bonfire party but her eyes were red-rimmed and it looked like she had been crying. “What happened is everything okay? Did your brother hurt you?” The other woman rubbed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“No, no. Leonard would never even think of laying a hand on me.” She explained and Sara remembered the piercing blue orbs of the man when she bumped on him on her way out of the bathroom. She didn’t even had the time to process it was the same man who had come in with Lisa, but Amaya took it upon herself to tell her that he was indeed the hot stranger. “I’m just… I really don’t want to be home right now and… I have nowhere else to go.”

Lisa still stood on the doorway, just in front of the doorframe with her feet not stepping inside the premises of the house. Sara didn’t seem to notice that and she offered her a warm smile.

“You can crash here for as long as you want and my sister isn’t home yet so she won’t be here to bombard you with a million questions.” Lisa didn’t move from where she was standing; looking at her feet.

“Are you sure you don’t mind..?” She asked hesitantly.

“I don’t. Now come in; I’ll go make us both some coffee and you can tell me what happened to you.” Sara stated and Lisa finally walked inside the house and let out a relieved breath at the fact that she could enter the house just by Sara inviting her in.

Little did both girls know that Leonard was across the street and smiling to himself, now knowing that Lisa was safe and she was with Sara in her house where Mick couldn’t come in until they invited him… Which was definitely wasn’t going to happen.

“You got it?” Sara asked Lisa as she met the girl in front of her locker the next morning.

“Did I get it?” Lisa teased and got a book out of her backpack. Sara let out an excited squeal and grabbed the book. It was “The Tale of Two Cities” and as Sara opened the first page she saw that it was one of those that were published in 1859. “Duh. I’m basically a ninja.”

“Didn’t your brother give it to you?” Sara questioned and bit her lip, not wanting Leonard to be upset that Lisa took something behind his back to give to her. “Oh my god Lisa this is first edition.”

“Yeah I know…Lenny has a huge collection of these; books our relatives had since they first came in Central and he usually doesn’t mind me borrowing them.” She reassured the blonde as they began walking towards their first class of the day; History.

And appeared that the class had already started and Mr. Deveau really wasn’t thrilled when his students were late. He paced back and forth waiting for the two girls to sit down and then shot both of them a glare.

“Well now that Mrs. Lance and Mrs. Snart have decided to join us I can continue.” He stated and Lisa snorted. “As I was saying, the comet was discovered about 5 centuries ago and it’s the first time it passes Central in 145 years. Now as you all might have heard, the comet will be its brightest after dusk so I imagine most of you will be seeing it in tonight’s celebration…”

Again, Sara wasn’t paying that much attention to her teacher’s words; per usual and was instead texting Amaya who surprisingly sat on the other end of the classroom.

Her brother is the hottie from yesterday, Sara! You at least have to meet him.

Nope, not doing this. Lisa is actually pretty nice and I’m not using her into meeting her hot brother.

Hey, I’m not saying that but I am sensing that this guy will be the change you want.

Oh making predictions now too, teenage witch?

Hey last night I thought I saw a hawk at the party, aka a hawk like the one that almost caused my car to take down a post box. And then Anna was injured. Coincidence?

Yes. Totally a coincidence. Amaya you are in serious need of a night-out and I’m totally dragging you to the comet sighting tonight and maybe you can predict what the hell is happening with Laurel.

Why what is wrong with-.

“Mrs. Jiwe and Mrs. Lance, I suggest you put your phones in your bags unless you want me to ask for your legal guardians to come get them after school.” Mr. Deveau’s voice interrupted them and both girls instantly hid their phones and mumbled apologies. “Now for the first assignment of the year, I suggest you work on teams and this time you will have to work with someone new. So, Mrs. Lance you are going with Mrs. Snart and as for Mrs. Jiwe, she will have to choose someone else this time. The rest of you can choose a partner from the name board.”

“Her parents are with her every minute of the day but Mrs. L let me stay with her a little bit this morning. She has been asleep since last night but other than that the doctors are saying that she will be cleared to leave by tomorrow.” Ray explained as he handed Sara a coffee and they walked together on the mostly-empty parking lot of the school.

“That’s positive; at least that animal didn’t damage anything vital.” She said and sipped the hot beverage. “Have they figured out what animal attacked her anyway?”

“Nope, but last night she… she woke up the only thing she said was ‘vampire’.” Sara’s eyebrows shot up and she made a face.

“Was she drunk or something?” She asked with concern on her voice even though she knew that Anna was the last person she knew that could be so drunk that she would think a vampire attacked her.

“No, no. Anna doesn’t usually get drunk… Maybe it was the pain medication.” Ray tried to reason.

“Yeah, unless Dracula is running around Central and trying to feed on innocent girls.” Sara said and gave Ray a playful nudge. She knew that her friend was usually a ray of sunshine (thus why she found his name to be so fitting), but what happened with Anna really seemed to shock him. “Don’t worry. Anna is getting better right now and you were her knight in shining armor. And when she gets better maybe she can repay you for your chivalrous behavior.” She winked at him and Ray almost choked on his coffee.

“Well that ends today’s conversation.” He said and gave Sara a quick hug before starting to walk away. “I’m gonna go and see if Anna woke up!”

“Give her my best and a sloppy kiss!” She teased and Ray groaned as he got in his car. Sara was left alone again and only then she noticed that on the other side of the parking lot; near the woods, stood Lisa talking with her brother. She felt her mouth go dry at the sight of the handsome man with the black leather jacket talking to Lisa and just when she thought of walking over to them and asking the woman what they were gonna do with the assignment, her phone rang. She took it out of her back pocket and saw that it was Laurel. She accepted the call and just as she looked up to see if Lisa had spotted her… both her and her brother had disappeared.

And then after telling Laurel that it was okay that she forgot to leave her any money for takeout and completely against her better judgment… she started walking towards the direction of the old Snart boarding house.

“Hello?” She called out as she rang the bell (??) on the front door but got no answer. Then as she was about to knock on the front door she realized that it was open. She debated about going in thinking about how wrong it would be to barge in unannounced in the home of a girl she barely even knew… but she thought that if the door was open. That probably meant that either Lisa or her brother were home. So she walked inside. “Lisa?”

She noticed the girl’s backpack on a stool by the door so she kept walking. The house was maybe the most breathtaking place Sara had walked inside of in her entire life. It was almost entirely made out of wood and the furniture made her think of a different era… everything was so authentic and old and truly unique.

And then she heard a slight squeak from the front door. She immediately turned to see if it was Lisa but soon in flew a hawk; a freaking hawk like the one Amaya was talking about that same morning and she whirled to see where it landed she was face-to-face with a man. Her eyes widened as she took a step back; her reflexes kicking in, as she heard the door close behind her.

The man seemed unfazed and a smirk appeared on his lips as he looked at her from top to bottom. His face was unfamiliar but something in the way he looked at her and that smirk was oddly similar to Lisa…

“Hi, I’m Mick, Lisa’s and Leonard’s brother.” He said and crossed his hands in front of his chest. She cocked her head to the side and looked at him closely. He didn’t look anything like Lisa or Leonard. All three had handsome characteristics but in Lisa’s and Leonard’s faces, there was always that coldness… In contrary Mick’s whole face and form were of a warrior; firm jaw and eyes that had a burning fire behind them. But all of them had this… brokenness; one could say… that always lingered behind their smirks.

“Lisa didn’t mention having another brother besides Leonard.” Sara told him with challenge written all over her expression.

“Well, Lisa doesn’t like to brag and I’m not exactly her brother.” Mick explained as he walked inside the living room and Sara followed a few steps behind him; growing more agitated and worried every moment that passed. “I am adopted, but still, pretty hurtful that sis didn’t mention me.”

“I’m sure she would have mentioned you if we talked more.” She looked around the room; looking for another exit… in vain. “Do you happen to know where she is, because I want to ask her about the history assignment we’re partnered together in?” Mick was about to answer when he spotted the book that Sara held in her hands. His eyes lit up and he took it from her; inspecting it.

“That’s a hell of a book.” He said as he turned on the first page and his fingers touched the inscription. “Lisa gave you this; didn’t she? She must have stolen it from Lenny and man he’ll be pissed.”

“If this book is of that much importance to your brother maybe I should give it back to him.” Sara told him and Mick let out a laugh.

“Oh, you interested in meeting ‘Captain Cold’?” He asked and Sara’s eyebrows furrowed at the nickname. “That’s what I used to call him when we were kids. Back to the point now; back off from Lenny, little girl cause it’s only gonna end in heartbreak.”

“Last time I checked my name wasn’t little girl and you didn’t have the right to tell me what I can’t and can do.” Sara told him and he smirked appreciatively.

“I’m just saying this for your own good. My brother is still healing from his previous heartbreaking love story and I would have for you to be the rebound.” Sara didn’t answer so he kept talking. “Alexa broke his heart and he is still picking up the pieces and you wouldn’t want that to be the next guy you date, right?”

“I haven’t even spoken to him once, so give the pep-talk to someone who has even the slightest relationship with him.” The sound of a door opening was heard and suddenly Mr-blue-eyes walked inside and… froze.

“Why are you here?” He questioned with his blue orbs focused on Sara.

“Uhm… I just came by to ask Lisa what we are doing for the history assignment.” She looked between the two siblings. “But I can go.”

“No, stay.” Said Mick, just as Leonard said

“That would be better.” Sara glared at him and Mick handed her book, slow enough for Leonard to see what book it was and his jaw to clench at the sight. Sara started walking out of the house and Leonard followed her; leading the blonde to the front door.

“I’m sorry about my brother; he is just… not the most social person.” Leonard drawled and Sara swore that she left her knees go weak at the sound of his voice. He looked at the book she was holding in her slender hands again.

“I can give it back to you, you know.” She said with a smirk. “You don’t have to look at the book and slowly die inside every moment that passes.”

“Keep it.” He said with a smirk and leaned against the doorframe. “I’ve read it about ten times already.”

“Okay. Thank you, Leonard. I’m Sara by the way.” She stretched out her hand for him to shake and a few seconds passed before he accepted it and shook it.

“Uhm no… I’m Sara.”

“You just look… Pardon me, you just really remind me of someone. I’m Leonard.”

“I’m Leonard, although I guess that Lisa took it upon herself to tell you that.” He said and Sara smiled. “I’m… I’m sorry for your friend who got attacked last night… Hope she is feeling better.”

“She is actually; thank you.” She didn’t mention the fact that Ray told her that Anna claimed a vampire had attacked her. It wasn’t every day she talked to someone that hot and she really didn’t want to screw it all up. “So Leonard, will you be coming to the comet celebration tonight?”

“Not sure yet.” He answered and stood up properly. “I’ll tell Lisa that you came by. Goodbye, Sara.” He shut the door before rushing back to the living room where Mick had settled on one of the couches with a beer. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be the one who thinks about everything?” He teased and took a swig from his beer. “Remember Lenny, I’m the muscle, you’re the brains.”

“Yet you seem to have a plan and it involves keeping Sara away from me somehow.” Leonard noticed and he walked over to pour himself a glass of bourbon. “I’ll ask you again; what is it?”

“And I’ll give you a vague answer again. The point is that sooner or later Sara will find out about Alexa and when she does your dreams about fucking her will go out the window.”

“The reason why I came back is because you decided to kill half of Central and the only thing I want is for you to get it together and stop acting like a dick.”

“I learned from the very best.” Mick said and threw the beer bottle on the floor. “Plus, I did promise you an eternity of misery so now I’m making good to that promise.”

Leonard took a deep breath and placed down his glass. He hadn’t seen Mick in so long that he had almost forgotten his brother’s promise on the night that all their suffering began.

He remembered the scared look on Mick’s face; well he was mostly referred to as Michael back then, and how he begged for him to not do that to him…

To not damn him with that same curse.

“I’ll see you at the comet sighting tonight brother!” Mick called out as he started walking towards the front door. “And I’ll sure be keeping an eye out for Sara and that other girl who cried vampire!”

“I already took care of that so I’ll be greatly saddened that you’ll have to skip tonight’s celebration.” Leonard told him as he ran towards him and blocked the exit.

“You really think that your vampire tricks will work as they should when you are only feeding on poor small animals?”

“If you don’t want to see that right now I suggest you leave.” Leonard said as someone pushed him out of the way and entered the house.

“Why do I always have to separate you two?” Lisa questioned and she set a bag of groceries next to her backpack. Both of her brothers looked at the bag with amused looks. “Hey, don’t look at me like this. We can’t afford to raise suspicions.”

“Sara stopped by to ask about your history assignment…” Mick said with a grin and Lisa’s eyes widened.

“What did you do to her? Did you kill her; kidnap her… don’t tell me that you compelled her to sleep with you.”

“Even I don’t go that low. Women beg me to sleep with them, sis. Plus, I have my eye on someone else in that department.” Mick winked at his siblings as he exited the house. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Hey!” Called out Lisa as she waved towards Sara and Amaya who were sitting in a bench on the town square, looking at the other citizens of Central who were also holding candles and were waiting for the comet to appear on the clear night sky. Once the girls spotted her they stood up and walked over to her, giving her quick hugs to avoid burning her with the candle.

“There seems to be an awfully big crowd for one small comet.” She observed and Sara hummed in agreement. “Sara, Len told me that you came by the house while I was buying groceries today.”

“Yeah, again sorry for barging in like that; I should have given you a call first.” She tried to explain as Amaya looked at her with a very amused expression. Her best friend knew exactly what she was thinking; well more specifically who.

“It’s okay and I apologize if Mick gave you a scare. He can be… really forward.” Lisa told her as Sara lit up her candle with her own.

“It’s okay.” Sara answered with a sincere smile as she saw Leonard approaching the group. He was dressed in all black and his face was yet-again troubled. As soon as Lisa spotted her brother she faced him with a raised eyebrow. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear and Lisa gave him a quick nod.

“I have to go; a few pipes malfunctioned in the house and… I have to go help Mick.” She said and gave both girls hugs before walking away from the crowd and disappearing into the night.

Amaya looked between Sara and Leonard and bit her bottom lip.

“I have to… I saw Helena back there and I just have to ask her about her and Jonathan, so bye!” She said and gave Sara a wink before running off and leaving her alone with Leonard.

He looked at Sara; her blonde hair neatly made in a French braid and dazzling eyes glistening under the night sky and Leonard swore that he had never seen a more beautiful sight. Even the nights he spent with Alexa were no match with just looking at Sara. There was something so pure and unique about her that made every fiber of Leonard’s being burn. But he knew that if he got involved with her it would only lead to heartbreak and death.

“Wanna get out of here…I despice big crowds.” He said and Sara grinned.

“Okay, lead the way.” Soon enough they had arrived in the boarding house and both of them sat atop a tree. “So, what’s your story?”

“My story?” Leonard questioned as Sara smirked.

“Well I don’t have much of a story; not anything interesting anyway.” He responded; not wanting to talk to Sara about his tragic life story and the woman who was responsible for all of his problems.

“That’s not true; Mick did mention your past relationship which left you broken-hearted.” She said and Leonard felt his blood grow cold.

“It was a long time ago.” 145 years ago to be exact.

“Still, it must have hurt and these wounds aren’t easy to heal.” She pointed out and leaned her head against the tree.

“Trust me; I had a lot of time.” Leonard answered and Sara didn’t pressure him more; not wanting to scare the man off. She just nodded and observed as the comet could now be seen in the distance. “What is your story Sara?”

“It’s gonna take you a lot more than this to find out.” She said with a smile and Leonard smirked back. Sara was a challenge… and Leonard was all in. Chaos or not.

#sara lance #leonard snart #sara x leonard #white canary #captain cold #white canary x captain cold #dc's legends of tomorrow #immortal cc #the crook to my assasin fic

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