Author's Note: I am totally and completely in love with Captain Canary. This is a pairing I can really get behind. Don't tell me that they aren't perfect for each other because they are! If they don't end up with each other in Legends, I will lose my mind! This fic was originally uploaded on Archive of Our Own. If you would like to check out my other stories on AO3, please go to Phoebe_Snow to keep informed about my latest story updates.

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Her hands, that was the first thing he noticed about her. They were always clenched, for what reason, he didn't know. Sara Lance aka the White Canary was a fighter. She was deadly, dangerous, just like him. Still, there were times that Leonard caught a tortured gaze in the assassin's eyes. It never stayed for too long before she would blink and the look would be gone.

Leonard knew that his reputation for being Captain Cold and his sarcastic, aloof behavior was exasperating to the team at times, but he didn't care. He had reasons for keeping people away, shutting them out of his heart and his mind. Emotion, feelings, friendships, they were a weakness that could destroy him if he let them. But damn it all, he cared. He actually cared...about Sara. He wanted to know her, why she was such a tortured soul and why she had nightmares every time she went to sleep.

He heard her many times, crying out in her dreams. Leonard wasn't spying on her of course. Being on this ship, being in a new place that was unfamiliar to him, took him a bit of time getting used to. The first couple of weeks he couldn't sleep, so he would walk around the ship, drinking a little bit of whiskey and exploring the place.

Every once in a while Leonard would end up outside of Sara and Kendra's room and every time he stood or passed by their room, he would hear sniffling or quiet sobbing. Obviously, the sound came from Sara Lance. He knew it well.

Many times he had wrestled with his conscience. It would tell him to keep walking and ignore the cries of his teammate. Better off not showing any interest in her or her sorrows. Doing that would cause him to become involved, to feel for her. It would only screw him up later. So he stayed away, kept his distance, made it seem like he could care less about her.

Outward appearances aside, Leonard still took note of the way Sara walked, the way she talked, how she reacted to the situations the team found themselves in. He observed her carefully and cautiously. He memorized the shape of her face, the curve of her lips, the length of her legs.

Mick had seen the interest Leonard had taken in Sara, but he never said anything unless they were alone.

"Damn, buddy, you got it bad for Blondie, don't ya? Why don't you just tell her? The worst she could do is kick your ass."

"Go to hell, Mick," Leonard responded with no real conviction behind his words. As much as Leonard hated to admit it, Mick was right. He was more or less smitten with the White Canary. She was such a small thing, so tough, so guarded, but deep down inside, she was really just a caged bird, waiting to be freed.

The other members of the team were too dumb to see this, save for Rip, and honestly, the idea that the Time Master would try to have an intimate talk with Sara pissed Leonard off. This was completely irrational and unlike him. Sara Lance was unraveling the crook in ways that he didn't expect - or like - and she had no idea what she was doing to him, either.

Again, Leonard stood outside of Sara's room, wondering whether or not he should go inside. Dammit. She was sniffling again. That, in itself was a cry for comfort of some kind. Who was he to ignore it?

Forward he went, the door sliding open. He glanced at Kendra. The girl was fast asleep, snoring softly. Heavy sleeper, Leonard guessed, to have been able to sleep through the many nights filled with Sara's cries.

He reached Sara's bedside and gazed down at her sleeping form. She was shivering and a few tears slid down her cheeks as she whimpered in her sleep. Leonard was filled with an overwhelming urge to aide her in some way, to keep her close and drive away her nightmares. There was no doubt that he had it bad for her. He glanced at her hands. They were clenching and unclenching. Before he could stop himself, he grasped one of her hands and squeezed it gently.

Almost immediately, Sara's cries ceased and her breathing gradually grew less heavy and labored. Several minutes passed and she slowly opened her eyes, taking in Leonard's face hovering above hers. Surprisingly, she didn't pull her fingers back or yell at him to get out. Instead, Sara entwined her fingers with Leonard's and gave him a soft smile. She looked beautiful.

"Len..."

Leonard tried to hold back his delight that Sara spoke to him in such an intimate way. He still had a reputation to uphold. Still, he smoothed his thumb over her knuckles and gave her hand another gentle squeeze.

"Yeah, Sara?"

She licked her lips and closed her eyes briefly before opening them, determination filling the depths of her orbs.

"Will you stay with me? Just for a little while?"

He didn't hesitate to respond. "Sure."

Sara sighed in what seemed like relief and scooted over to the side of her bed. She wanted Leonard to get in the bed with her.

Leonard raised an eyebrow, but he complied, getting under the covers and pulling them to his waist. "You sure, assassin? If I do this, we might wake your roommate up with our activities~" He simply wouldn't be Captain Cold without his snarky comments.

Sara laughed and swatted him on the shoulder. "Such a pig. No, Len. I expect you to be a proper gentleman tonight."

"Are you sure about that? I am getting kind of comfortable." Leonard rested his other other hand on Sara's hip, his fingers brazenly grazing the soft skin under her tank top.

Sara widened her eyes for a moment but she quickly returned the favor, gliding her hand over his close cropped hair, running her fingers down to his collarbone. She gave him a teasing grin and touched her forehead to his.

"Not tonight...but maybe, if you keep coming around, we could make a ritual of it. I know I could get used to this."

Leonard smirked and nodded. He had never been this close to anyone before. He never felt the need for it. Becoming emotionally involved with someone, especially a woman, meant that he would have to let down his walls and let her in. Leonard didn't like letting people in because it also made him vulnerable. Still, here, with Sara so soft and warm in his arms, he could see himself getting used to it, too. Hook, line and sinker.

"I hope that's a promise...assassin."

"It is, " she whispered back.

As they both drifted to sleep, Leonard's last thoughts were of Sara's hands. They weren't clenched now. They were covered by his own and curled up like a newborn baby's. And her skin. Smooth like velvet.

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