First foray into something resembling Captain Canary? Anyway, a hopefully cute early first season scene between a thief and an assassin fighting to be more than what they are. Betaed by the awesome helloyesimhere!

And they are not mine.

Sara stared at the cards in her hand, certain Leonard Snart had stacked the deck somehow. How else would she have ended up with a hand of aces and eights?

"Dead man's hand? Trying to say something here, Snart?" she asked, eyebrow raised. If he was taking a shot at her because she'd come back from the dead...

Snart smirked but didn't deny her accusation. He lounged back on the bunk, pretending to be absorbed in his own cards. Without glancing up, he asked, "So you think it's significant that you get dead man's hand in a card game, when our good captain basically tells us we're cannon fodder?"

Sara tossed her cards at him. "I don't believe in fate. And it'll take more than a joker with a deck of cards to make me think otherwise."

"So, you believe in this mission, then?" He sneered. "You think we'll all make it through in the end, that good will prevail and we'll make the world safe for everyone and filled with puppies and rainbows? And here I thought Raymond called dibs on the Pollyanna role."

Sara's nose wrinkled in disgust. "He can have it," She said, adding, "but that doesn't mean I can't try to have a little hope that we can make a difference, does it? Would you be here if you didn't think we could win?"

"I don't think we can."

"Then why are you here, Snart? Wait, don't tell me. Planning on stealing the Mona Lisa before the paint is even dry, right?"

Snart shrugged. "I'm sure my sister Lisa would love it for her place."

Sara's gaze softened at the fondness she heard in Snart's voice. "Younger sister? You seem like you'd be the big brother type," she said. "Guess you watch out for her, right? I- My sister Laurel watches out for me. She thought being here would help me figure out who I've become after the Lazarus Pit brought me back." Sara smiled, remembering the warmth in her sister's voice as Laurel had told her to "be a hero in the light." She allowed herself to become lost in her memories for a moment before bringing her gaze back to her teammate. "So you're here for your sister, then? That's good. That's... really nice, Leonard."

She could get behind that reason. Laurel had given her the push she needed to be here, to try to make a difference, to escape the darkness that seemed to define her now. Perhaps Leonard Snart had a similar reason for fighting on the side of light this time around? He gave no indication of joining the team for a higher purpose, but Sara was well aware of how people could change. She preferred this reason to the alternative, she had to admit. The alternative being that he was just in it for himself and the fate of the world meant nothing to him.

Not that she would blindly trust the thief, but it gave her a solid base for believing he would be a good ally to fight alongside.

As she stood to leave, Snart spoke up, "If you really want to know what's kept me here, I may have grown... attached... to certain members of our crew."

Sara grinned. "Aww, I'll go tell Ray you care about him."

"And then I'll shoot him just to show how much."

"Admit it. You like us," she teased.

Snart caught Sara's gaze for a brief moment, and her playful smile faltered at the look in his eyes. "Select ones of us."

There was something in that look that Sara couldn't quite define, a bit more intent on her than she was expecting. More...intense. A little unsettled by what it could mean, she backed out of the room, frustrated with herself for letting her last action be a glance back at Snart, who was smirking at her as he set up a game of Solitaire on her bed.