Two-Shot from Marooned. Contains MAJOR spoilers.

Title and chapter quotes are from John F. Kennedy.

My first foray with this show and this couple, but I couldn't help it. I just love them so much. Let me know what you think!

For the others, the next chapter of Spy Vs. Spy will be up within the next couple of days.

I own nothing. Don't hurt me.

Sara and Leonard were huddled up against the cool metal, their shoulders the only things touching, even as the bone aching chill began to eat through their clothes and skin.

"I suppose this feels like a day at the beach for you," Sara murmured, her arms wrapped around herself, trying to keep from shivering.

"If I had to pick a way to die, freezing wouldn't be the worst." Leonard hesitated, then glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "What it like, dying? I imagine you've got a unique perspective."

"It's funny. I mean, you'd expect it to be terrifying. Just panic and fear."

"What'd you feel?" His voice was low and smoky. So warm, compared to the ice he wielded constantly. He wasn't looking at her face, but just over her arms. Almost as if he were afraid to connect.

"I guess, lonely?" Her mouth had turned down slightly, the pain of reliving her death not happy memory, but he had asked. And for some reason, she couldn't say no. "Yeah. Like everybody I loved was a million miles away. I mean, I don't like you, but at least I'm not dying alone."

He almost smiled at that. Then, "Closest I ever came to dying was, uh…the day I met Mick."

"Why does that not surprise me?"

"It wasn't like that," he said, finally meeting her eyes. "It was my first day in juvie. I was 14 and the smallest kid in there, by far. Some of the older kids wanted to make sure I knew it." He sighed, looking up and out over their frozen cell. "So they jumped me. I fought back, but one of them had a shiv…and I figured that was it. Until Mick stepped in. And they didn't mess with me after that. He's been standing up for me ever since."

"Let's just hope he's standing up for Rip and Jax now."

"Who else is gonna take on those pirates?"

Sara grinned, before another shiver rattled her so badly her bones ached.

She jumped up, unable to stay still any longer. Leonard looked slightly startled and his eyes opened wider. "What are you doing?"

"Keeping warm," she managed to spit out between her chattering teeth. "God I hate this. So much."

"Freezing to death? I'll admit, it's an inconvenience."

She cut her eyes at him, half in annoyance, half in humor. "No. Being stuck here. Not able to do anything. Just…waiting to die."

"You know, I never thought it would be ice that got me," Leonard said. His voice distracted her slightly from her aching arms and hands, so she zeroed in on it; foggy tones, low rumble. Even if she wasn't dying, she'd admit that Leonard's voice was a nice thing to listen to. "When I was a kid, I thought it'd be my old man. Then I thought it'd be prison. Recently…" he trailed off.

"Recently?" Sara prompted, rubbing her arms.

Leonard glanced up, almost as if he was unaware she was still there. "I thought fire would figure in it."

"But you and Mick…"

"Have had some serious disagreements as of late."

Sara remembered the tension from when they played cards. She hadn't liked it. Mick, for all that he was on edge, insane and possibly murderous, could be a lot of fun. The Rouges tolerated her more than most of the others on the Waverider, with perhaps the exception of Kendra.

Perhaps it was the cold messing with her head, but Sara didn't stop the words from tumbling out. "'Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if'…um," she shook her head, unable to remember the rest of it.

"'But if I had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great, and would suffice,"' Leonard finished with a wry smile.

Leonard reciting poetry just became her favorite sound in the world.

She grinned, ignoring the pain that sparked on her face as the ice that had formed cracked with the movement. "You know Robert Frost?"

"I did take a high school English class. And poems about ice, well, there aren't that many," he pointed out, getting to his feet when he saw she wasn't going to be sitting anytime soon. He paced back and forth, his hands jammed into the pockets of his coat. "Didn't peg you for a poetry girl."

Sara laughed, a crisp sound in the air, "I'll have you know, I took an English lit class at community college."

He smiled, that tight-lipped smirk that made the lines around his mouth appear. "So, fire or ice for you?"

"Do I have a choice right now?"

"Humor me." He looked over at her.

She shivered so violently it was obvious. "Dammit. I can't think I'm so cold."

Leonard shucked off his coat and held it out to her. "Here."

"No, Len, I can't, you'll-"

"Die slower? Hardly appealing. Take it," he ordered.

Sara backed away, "No."

"If it comes down to it, I can survive a bit longer than you. Just take it." He decided against waiting for her acceptance and wrapped it around her shoulders As soon as it wrapped around her, she sighed and melted into the faint warmth it had left, unable to fight back any longer.

Putting her arms through the sleeves, Sara pulled the collar up over her neck and chin, inhaling slightly. It smelled like winter - not the icy, freezing kind, but the pine, dark skies, warm cotton blanket kind. She liked it.

Even better was the tight thermal that Leonard was wearing, his figure none too unappealing. She didn't understand why he wore so many damn layers all the time.

"It's comfortable," he answered, with another one of those smirks.

Sara hadn't realized she'd spoken out loud, but couldn't find the energy to be embarrassed. She just shrugged, and went back to the wall, sliding down until she hit the floor.

Leonard took a seat next to her, a little closer than before. She pushed her shoulder against his, sharing what little heat she had. Through the leather coat, she could feel his shivering.

"Len?" she mumbled quietly.

"Hmm."

"I'm sorry you're trapped here. But I'm glad that I'm not…"

"Alone?" he finished for her, looking over.

She nodded.

"Same here."

Sara smiled and knocked her shoulder against his.

"You never answered me," he said lowly. "Fire or ice?"

She looked up at him, but he was staring out into the room. She stared at his profile, the bright blue eyes, and close cut hair. "Ice," she responded. "But not Frost's kind of ice. Yours is better. That's the ice I'd choose."

He glanced over, that smirk lifting the side of his mouth. "Good choice."

They sat in silence, comfortable at first, then the less comfortable exhaustion of hypothermia. Sara felt ice begin to appear on her cheeks and lips and watched it cake on Leonard's face. She shivered, every movement pressing her closer to his side and shoulder. He didn't seem to dislike it.

Though, they were both freezing, so…

"Nothing quite like dying to make you think about all the mistakes, all the wrong choices."

"Is this Leonard Snart coming to God in his final moments?" she even managed a shaky smile.

He smiled in return. "Hardly." He rubbed his hands together quickly before tucking them beneath his arms. Sara caught the wince of pain as the cold began to take hold in his skin. "Just wishing I could take a few things back. I should've left Mick in future Star City."

"Why didn't you?"

"Without me to keep him in check, Mick can be a scary guy."

"Agreed. Hate to break it to you, but even if we make it out of here alive, you're still gonna have a problem on your hands. And I've seen enough to know that Mick's in a dark place. He's not coming back." She knew that better than anyone.

Sara wrapped her arms around his and curled into his shoulder. He leaned against her slightly, what little warmth he had left shared with her. Sara inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as she pressed her face into his shirt. Turning slightly, he put his arm around her shoulder, tucking her into his chest. It should have felt strange. Cuddling with a thief and villain. But it didn't.

Dammit. Since when had a Rouge become her best friend? Oh, right. When he'd saved her from herself.

Coming back from the dark abyss of her bloodlust hadn't seemed like an option for her. But then she remembered how Leonard had called her name over the comm in Russia, helping her keep her humanity. To be more than a killer. More than an assassin. To be part of a team.

"You can't save everyone," she whispered.

"What makes you think I want to?"

Sara looked up, surprised to find him so close. "Lisa. Stein. Mick. Ray and Carter. Me."

Leonard glanced down slightly. "You're my team. Nobody messes with my team. It looks weak."

"You're not weak."

"I'm aware."

Neither one of them moved. Sara was intensely aware of his arm over her shoulders, his hand wrapped around her shoulder to hold her tighter. Her hands were trapped between the two of them and Sara moved slightly to grip his sweater.

"You're braver than me," Sara told him quietly. "I'm afraid of my own dreams."

"That's only because you've been through more than most people." His voice had, if possible, gotten even lower. It rumbled across her skin and into her bones.

She found her real fears on the floor of that stupid, icy room, in the arms of the last person she ever would have expected to find something in common. "I'm afraid I'll never make up for the bad things I've done. I don't just want to be the assassin."

"Then don't. Be Sara."

She scoffed, managing to tear her eyes away from his very blue ones, staring at his sweater.

"If I'm ice," Leonard started, "and I think we've established that I am." That drew a faint smile from her, though she still didn't look up. "Then you're the fire. White-hot, passionate, driven."

Sara glanced up with a smile, brow arched even as she shivered again. "That's one hell of a line, Snart."

"I thought so. Did it work?" His blue eyes were unwavering, unembarrassed, and unhesitant.

"Yeah." She leaned up into him, pressing her cold lips to his and somehow still feeling a burst of heat. His hand tangled in her hair and pulled her even closer as she fisted her hands in his sweater. There was little gentleness, too cold to take their time, but as his teeth scraped and bit at her lips, Sara couldn't remember feeling anything better.

He broke away for a moment, cold fingers stroking across her cheek and jaw. "'From what I've tasted,'" he murmured across her lips, "'I hold with those who favor fire.'"

Sara smiled and kissed him deeper, his tongue almost hot compared to his hands and lips, but the best kind of burn. She moved closer, sliding partway onto his legs, and his hands slid down to her hips. Hauling him closer by his sweater, Sara ground against his lap, and the most obscene growl escaped his mouth. The idea of this normally composed man losing his control because of her made Sara grin. His hands slid up and icy fingers traced over her ribs, her faintly heated skin making the cold feel that much more frozen and she shivered.

Len removed his hands, "Sorry."

"I'm not."

Still, they were brought back to their present condition rather abruptly. They split apart, the cold making any further moves unadvisable. However, even as they broke away, they didn't let one another move far. Sara was half in Leonard's lap and his arms were around her waist.

"You have really shitty timing," Sara laughed quietly.

"Well, when the moment strikes." He shrugged and pulled her more firmly into his lap, curling up into his chest and trying to convince herself that the continuing shudders were only from the freezing air. "Don't know exactly how much time we have left. Have to make the most of it."

She glanced up at his mouth, curved up in a smile despite their apparently imminent death. Within, in a useless part of her that didn't actually help physically, she felt warm. Which made her next comment that much more difficult to say, "If this was just one of those, I'm-dying-so-why-the-hell-not type things, I'd understand."

He nodded and hummed quietly. "Good."

Sara dropped her eyes, that useless internal warmth starting to dissipate. It wasn't until it was almost gone that she realized she wanted it back. She shivered, pressing closer into him, even if it was only for the moment. Her eyes began to grow heavy, and she fought to keep them open, staring at the dark sweater under her hands.

"And if it wasn't?" Leonard asked her, his voice sounding quieter, but still focused.

Sara looked up, "What?"

"What if it wasn't a spur of the moment decision, but a…pre-meditated thought that was only put into action by our rather exciting situation?" Leonard explained, glancing down to meet her eyes.

"I'd understand that, too," Sara answered, ignoring how much it hurt when she smiled, the ice burning her skin.

"Good. Then until we get out, let's just consider this," he gestured between them, "on ice."

She rolled her eyes, "That's bad."

"I am a villain."

Her chuckle degenerated into a shiver that she couldn't stop. Snart held her closer until she could tell where hers ended and his began. She closed her eyes, turning her face into his chest and inhaling that pine scent. Probably an expensive cologne. Probably stolen.

For a while, all that could be heard was the faint shivering of their breathing.

"Sara."

He sounded far away.

"Sara, wake up," Leonard said, louder, shaking her slightly.

"Tired," she whispered.

"Hypothermia. Stay with me." When she remained quiet, he shook her again. "Sara! Stay awake."

She shook her head to clear her fuzzy thoughts, lifting it up from his chest. "Ugh, at least the last death was quick."

"We're not dying," Leonard said.

"What would you call this?"

"Just intense suffering. Besides," he rubbed his hands over her shoulders clumsily, as if he was losing feeling in them. "Could be worse."

"How?"

"You could be stuck in here alone. Or worse," he paused. "With Rip."

She laughed again, not remembering the last time she'd laughed this often, let alone in a situation like this. "I'm glad you're here, crook."

"Me too, assassin."

Suddenly the pressure in the air changed, and the systems flickered back in. Heat began flowing into the room almost immediately and Sara nearly went weak with the pleasure of it. "It's about damn time," she groaned, not wanting to move just yet. Leonard shifted though, and Sara knew their time was up. She got up, helping him to his feet as he rubbed some warmth back into his chapped hands.

"Guess our time isn't up yet," Leonard drawled. His eyes didn't clarify if he meant as a couple or alive. She took it to mean both.

Sara smirked, feeling the heat burn away the ice from her face. She slipped off his coat and handed it back to him. "Guess not."

He grabbed her wrist instead of the coat and pulled her closer. "Good." His mouth slanted over hers, the residual cold on his lips making the heat seem that much stronger. Sara leaned into him, his free hand immediately pressing into the small of her back, bringing her entire body into contact with his. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, her fingers playing with the close cut hair there.

The door slid open and they stepped apart reluctantly. "Until later?" he suggested.

"Sounds-"

Kendra's shouts made Sara twist to look over her shoulder. They both hurried to the open door, Snart tugging his jacket on quickly.

They jogged into the other room, seeing Kendra and Ray wrapped in a very close embrace.

"You kids need a moment?" Leonard interrupted, as if he hadn't been doing the exact same thing less than two minutes ago.

Sara glanced at him and grinned slightly. Villains were so much fun.