The Day of the Particle Accelerator Explosion.

Lucy stared at the blank napkin on the counter table with a pen in hand but her eyes kept flickering away from her work; over to him. This guy looked young, not as young as her but mid to late 20s at least and he was handsome in her opinion. Lucy came to this little diner, The Motorcar, nearly every day to get a chocolate chip muffin and milkshake to fuel up for a day of sketching portraits for people and landscapes too for $2-$5 each depending on the work they needed. It wasn't much but it was pocket money and she mostly worked for herself and would occasionally sell some of her much better art on weekends.

Lucy watched the young man again, sipping coffee and keeping a keen eye on the police station every few seconds, she wondered if he was a cop or something? Her pen began to move lightly across the napkin as she sketched him quickly. This sketch was a personal one, no selling this or showing it to anyone, and Lucy smiled at her secret. Taking another sip of her milkshake and bite of muffin Lucy went to sneak another look at the young man but saw that he was gone. Lucy turned back to her drawing with a sigh and took another bite of muffin; a figure appeared in her peripheral vison and sat beside her.

"Nice drawing. Uncanny really, it's good that you drew my good side" he tried to sound light but there was something serious in his voice.

It was him. The guy Lucy had been admiring for days. He was actually talking to her!

"Do you make any money with your drawings?" he asked

"I…uhhh…that is umm yes, I do. I sell them, I go down to the park and do self-portraits and other things for people" Lucy felt her cheeks turning pink as the man continued to stare at her "I'm L-Lucy"

"Nice to meet you Lucy" the man smiled but didn't offer his name in return

"So, are you a cop or something?" Lucy gestured to the police station across the street "you must do or why else would you be here all the time – oh god! That totally sounded like I was stalking you all the time!" Lucy tried to cover herself but the man was only endeared to the young girl all the more

He stirred the spoon threw his cup of coffee and took a sip before answering and tried to hide an amused grin "No, I'm not a cop. I make my own wealth" he said mysteriously

"Really? So you work from home?" Lucy asked whilst taking another bite of her muffin

"You could say that" The man snuck a look at his watch and made an excuse to leave "if you'll excuse me, my friends just arrived and I have business to take care of" he smiled again with his searing blue eyes and nodded to her "It was nice to finally meet you Lucy and thanks for the portrait" he slipped her a note and snatched up her napkin before walking out of The Motorcar.

Lucy was too stunned to speak; he was almost too handsome for her to believe. In all her 19 years she had never met a man like that before. Picking up his note and trying not to bring it to her nose so that she could smell his cologne she nearly feinted when she saw that it was a lot more than $5.

It was a $20.

After leaving the girl at The Motorcar Leonard couldn't help but give a little smile of amusement. Lucy had been coming to 'his diner' for a few weeks and would always get the same thing – a chocolate chip muffin with a chocolate milkshake – and sketch for a few hours before leaving. Leonard didn't give her much attention until one day when all her coloured pencils spilled onto the floor as she sat down, usually he wouldn't help but there was something about her that intrigued him. Something about her brown hair with a hint of copper, the way her blue eyes were a shade dark enough to get lost in but not dark enough to be scary, or the way she bit her lip when she tried to pick up all her pencils in one hand.

Leonard had turned in his chair to help the girl, he hardly made small talk but he asked what she was working on, the girl looked like a deer in caught in headlights when he spoke to her and told him that she wanted to be an artist one day and that "Practise makes perfect". Nearly every day since then Leonard had seen her at the diner but would hardly pay her any attention – his eyes were always scanning the cop station and always thinking – but occasionally would catch her sneaking glances at him when she was drawing.

Clearly, this was all a harmless crush and would go away in a month or so, so there was no need for him to get involved with her. Leonard also judged that she might be a little young for him too and he didn't want the cops after him for that either.
Once outside Leonard took out the sketch he had paid for and gave it another scan – it was simple, no colour, just him sitting at his table drinking his coffee – for a quick sketch it was really good and the detail took him by surprise. If this was 'quick' and done in 20 minutes then what could she do if she had time?

Leonard didn't have time to think any more about Lucy, his partners in crime were waiting for him and if they caught him with a drawing of himself he would never hear the end of it. That was what he hated about crime; you always had to put on the 'alpha' act to stay on top and any sign of weakness meant death. IF Lucy was to become his friend (and he wasn't saying she would) she could become a liability to him. Maybe he shouldn't go to The Motorcar anymore? Maybe he should scare the girl into not going there?

"Hey Snart!" a voice growled at him from behind, Leonard spun round to face them "where you goin'?"

"Was having a little trouble finding you but then I sniffed the air" Leonard sounded cocky and arrogant as he turned to face Mick Rory, his partner since he was a kid in juvenile detention "got a job for us. Follow me and we'll fill in the others" together the two men left the streets and headed for an old rundown warehouse, went inside and then downstairs where all the others were waiting "Fellas!" Leonard greeted them with his arms out stretched "got a job for us"

"What is it this time?" a dirty looking man asked as he sat polishing a knife

"And the plan better work this time!" Said a guy in a rumpled suit that looked like it hadn't been washed in days "because I need the money"

Leonard smiled dangerously and pulled out a map of Central City where a truck route was marked in red all through the city and off the map, when they were all done looking Leonard explained "Gentleman, it has become known among the underworld that Starling City has come under cyber-attack and they have no money" he paused so they could sneer and mock the people of the city who were without money then continued "The mayor of Starling City has reached out to our treasury department, since we're allies, and has requested a loan of a very big lot of fresh cash just waiting to be stolen" he rubbed his hands together excitedly "we follow the trucks before they leave Central and take the money and disappear to our usual safe house where all the money will be sorted and each man will get their share. We better gear up tonight, we spring tomorrow when the cash goes through"

It was last at night and Lucy had long since left the diner still smiling like an idiot after finally talking to Leonard. She sat now at her canvas, paint brush in hand with an assortment of paints next to her. Lucy had no idea what to paint! An animal? A landscape? Something that didn't make sense? She really had no idea.

Yet again, Lucy found herself looking at the $20 note Leonard had given her and smiled. It was a lot more than anyone had ever paid her and Lucy was sad that he had taken her sketch of him but was also excited as if she had given him her phone number or something "God, I'm such a dork!" she laughed at herself "I'll probably never see him again after today! He'll never go to that diner now" Lucy sighed in dismay and picked up her brush again and began to paint.

Hours passed slowly yet Lucy and her paintbrush were in overdrive, lines were all over the pages at first with colours that didn't seem to go together, they mixed and twirled around the canvas before her eyes as her imagination took hold. Lucy had no idea what made her paint Leonard again but this painting was by far better than her quick sketch at the diner. Lucy spent extra time on his eyes, so intently they stared at her from the canvas, so blue and alive she could almost get lost in them. Lucy smiled stupidly to herself "I'm such a dork" she laughed before turning her attention to the TV and turning to volume up higher.

The signal in Lucy's apartment was weak when she first moved in but thanks to a quick call to her sister in Starling City, Lucy could finally watch TV with a clear picture and pristine sound. On the TV now was an image of STAR Labs "every nerds dream" she mused as she saw hundreds of people outside the giant building waiting for the Particle Accelerator to come on.

Lucy went back to her painting, using her fingers to dip into the paints this time and smudge some lines here and there and adding shading. Screams interrupted her work, Lucy nearly turned down the TV again when she saw people on the screen running for their lives and was nearly blinded by a bright light outside. Lucy turned to close her blinds but was suddenly knocked back off her feet, paint splattered everywhere all over her and the floor, while Lucy scrambled to protect her work and expensive brushes she felt a burning wave of energy surge through her legs and out through her fingertips.
Everything was a blur as she screamed in pain, gripping her painting so hard her knuckles went white.

Slowly, the bright light disappeared and the pain went away but it felt like she had pins and needles in her hands and face. Lucy looked down and saw herself covered in paint, especially her hands and decided she would defiantly need a manicure after this. In all the confusion of trying to clean up as much as she could, Lucy couldn't shake the feeling of pins and needles and shook her hands violently to get the blood flowing again.
Something out of the corner of her eye stole her attention now, it was her painting of Leonard. It was softly glowing!

Paintings don't glow! Lucy stared at the painted Leonard trying to decide what was going on "What sort of paints am I using?" she asked herself allowed and could have sworn she was dreaming when something impossible happened.

Lucy had to look again and again before she was sure this was real. Leonard, the painting she created, was blinking at her. Leonard was alive.

A/N: I love this first chapter and hope that you all do too. I love Leonard as a character and I hope to bring something more…human to him in this story. I didn't intend for this to be a crossover but Barry and his team will make an appearance but Starling City (even though we're in Central City now) will be the main setting after the next few chapters. Stay tuned for more!

A/N2: Looks like Lucy has a crush on Captain Cold! So cute but what will Leonard do with her? Will he do anything about it or leave her hanging there? Will he protect her or use her like a common criminal would? I hope not.

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