A/N: So, while watching this episode, I felt like this was when Sara and Leonard began trusting each other. And has no-one picked up on the fact he gave her his puffy jacket when they were stuck in the engine room? Like, seriously, that's important to their character development. Anyway, I feel like they had more conversation which led Leonard to give Sara his jacket. And I knew I just had to write something about it. I love CaptainCanary and I hope my writing does their characters justice.
I don't own DC's Legends of Tomorrow but if I did CaptainCanary would be in season two and Leonard never would've died at the Vanishing Point.
"This must be how you always envisioned your death." Sara's voice broke the silence which enveloped the room since the doors sealed themselves shut. After Kendra and Ray assured them they had a plan (which both Sara and Leonard knew to be a lousy attempt of reassurance), the Crook and the Assassin spent the rest of their time waiting in a mutually agreed upon silence. That is, until Sara decided to break it.
"Freezing to death wouldn't be the worst way to die." Leonard had chosen to sit behind a stack of crates on the side of the room, putting as much distance between him and the poorly ice covered hole in the Waverider as possible. He pulled his signature puffy jacket closer to him. "What was it like? Dying." He added, for clarification. "Just in case Palmer can't figure a way to get us out of here." She swallowed before nodding her head, signaling she would answer his question.
"Lonely." Her blue eyes shifted to the puff of air released from her mouth. She tucked her hands more into her armpits in an attempt to keep herself warm. She too, had opted for a spot of warmth, sitting a few feet away from Leonard yet close enough for him to talk to without needing to raise his voice. "You'd expect it to be...painful or slow or..." She shivered against the cold. Her thin maroon shirt offered no source of heat for her. Not like Leonard's parka did for him. "Or even peaceful. But for me, it was l-lonely." Her teeth began to chatter. Neither of them knew just how long they'd been trapped, sitting, freezing. "L-like everyone I l-loved was a m-million miles away f-from me." Sara closed her eyes.
Leonard stared at her intently, his eyes focused solely on her throughout her little speech. He noticed every violent tremor wrack through her as her body desperately tried to stay warm. His mind flashed to Lisa; a sudden urge to protect the blonde assassin reminded him of the too often familiar instinct to save his sister.
"How did you die?" He asked, in an effort to push those familiar feelings away. Sara was only a teammate. He refused to let himself worry for her. Sara opened her eyes and Leonard noticed the soft wetness to her eyelashes. A wetness he knew to be caused by her memories.
"T-three ar-rows to the st-tomach. I...I f-fell off a r-roof."
"The closest I have come to dying is, ironically the first time I met Mick." Leonard exhaled softly as his eyes moved from Sara's blue ones to the wall of the ship. "It was my first day in Juvie. I was fourteen. I was a small scrawny kid. Bigger kids took advantage of that. They tried to jump me. I handled my own until one of them pulled out a shiv." He unconsciously licked his lips at the memory. "Mick stepped in and saved my life. And now I've been saving his ever since."
"L-let's h-hope he's s-s-saving R-Rip and th-the oth-h-hers n-now." The blonde assassin sunk lower down into her curled position.
"Who else is tough enough to fight against those pirates." A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. However, the smirk fell into a frown once his eyes landed back onto Sara's shaking form. The two of them lapsed into that mutually agreed silence once again.
Bored out of his mind and needing to maintain some form of body heat, Leonard began fiddling with the now dead cold gun. His fingers mindlessly traced the material covering the cooling chamber as he tried to ignore his present situation. At least Sara was one of the least annoying on the time ship. And the only other person he'd rather be stuck with than Mick at the moment. If only Leonard managed to sneak the deck of cards into his parka pocket...
After a decent amount of time went by, he moved his eyes from the cold gun back to the blonde assassin. Sara's eyes took longer to open each time she blinked, and her chest rose and fell in a shallow rhythm. Her skin had a pale color to it, and her shoulders trembled. In that moment, all Leonard could see was Lisa sitting beside him instead of Sara, and he knew he had to do something. Without thinking much of it, his arms were already through the sleeves of his puffy jacket and the cold air bit his skin under the somewhat thick material of his long-sleeve shirt. Once his jacket was off, he licked his lips before speaking.
"Come here, Lance." He wrapped one arm around her small slender waist, only to lift her onto his lap. He then wrapped his warm jacket around her shoulders while simultaneously pulling her closer to his chest. Once she was settled, he slid his arms through the puffy parka.
"Wh...what?" She breathed out in confusion. Her head was pressed against his chest while he began rocking them back and forth.
"You're closer to dying than I am. At least this way you won't freeze to death too soon."
"Y-you're q-quite th-the g-gentleman, C-c-crook." Her forehead rested in the crook of his neck. His shoulders tensed at the sudden coldness.
"Never said I wasn't, Assassin." He rested his chin on the top of her blonde head.
'L-L-Lisa would b-be pr-proud." He sighed instead of answering.
"Lisa has nothing to be proud of me for. I screwed up her life. I should've frozen that bastard's heart a long time ago. Right after I stole the Cold Gun from S.T.A.R. Labs. I should've left Mick in future Star City. I should've never went to juvie."
"I should've n-never w-w-went on th-that b-boat." Sara whispered. "W-we all m-make decisions w-we aren't pr-proud o-of. B-but I kn-know L-Lisa w-would be pr-proud of y-you for wh-who y-you are n-now."