Flying in the Cold
Hello there reader! My name is Hype. I have written for some stories for Flash and Arrow, since I am a big fan of the Arrowverse. Making me a big fan of LoT as well. This is a CaptainCanary fic that focuses on Sara's thoughts about Snart throughout Season 1 and a little bit in Season2. This fic will be continued when Snart will FULLY be back with the Legion of Doom.
The team were celebrating in the Galley celebrating Christmas, while I was just in the Captain's Quarters. I told them that I'd be there in a while, but for some reason I couldn't. And that was because of facing the fact that I will never be happy with anyone again, because of the painful and deep heartbreak of mine with Snart. Even though he was dead, and it has been months since then, I still couldn't get over from loving him.
We were different, I was an assassin, he was a crook, I was a hero, he was an antihero, and many other stuff. The only things that we had in common were playing cards, knowing how to kill, and that we weren't straight.
I miss him. Ever since I got to know him, I fell for him. I didn't want to accept it at first, because he didn't look that good to be a person who I should love. I kept saying to myself that he's a villain, and that he's not my type, but I did. I fell in love with him despite everything I kept telling myself.
When I did, he changed me. And for the record, no boy nor girl has changed me ever. When we were in Russia, he convinced me that I wasn't a killer anymore. That I don't think like one anymore. He taught me better ways to win without killing. My bloodlust was gone for at least, a day.
We became closer and closer, until the point where he'd always win in a game of cards. But whenever we play, I could always get the soft spot (which I never knew he had) out of him. Especially when it comes to the topic about Mick and him.
Especially that night when we were locked in the Engine Room of the Waverider, he opened up a lot of his history with Mick and how he lived as a criminal. We talked about our near-death experiences and that death would be really lonely, unless you have a loved one by your side. So it didn't really matter to me if I froze to death that day, because Len was with me.
I knew that he had feelings for me, or attracted to me. Though, I didn't want to confess mine since it might've already been figured out by him. Plus, I was scared that I could've been somehow rejected by him. He was a cold an ruthless person to confess to.
Even when I had the chance to, like that day when I asked about his feelings about Mick, he misunderstood it and thought that I was asking his feelings for me. But my blind spot just shrugged it off.
I giggled as I reminisced the time when he tried to freeze me while we were in the Vanishing Point. I knew that he wouldn't kill me. I outsmarted him and made him eat his words. But my smile just went into frown when I remembered that he was killed a few hours after.
It was a dead and cold-hearted sacrifice that he made when destroying the oculus. I never knew he had it in him. Then I kissed him, before he died. I didn't kiss him out of gratitude because of his sacrifice, but because I wanted him to know that he was deeply loved by me. Tears were shed on my pillow when I tried to sleep that time, with my heart throbbing every time I did. I felt like I was stabbed by something far worse than a weapon. And until now, I'm still crying about it.
I wipe off the tears from my eyes, still in pain and heartbreak. I went to the Galley, knowing that I will never truly be happy without Leonard with me, and wishing that he'd come back to me someday, somewhere in time.