The mission had gone to hell. It should have been an easy snatch and grab, at least that was what they thought. When Leonard Snart and Mick Rory had left the science lab with the only sample of whatever it was, something he couldn't even pronounce, shots were fired. Someone had been waiting for them to come out. It was dark, and they were hunched down, trying to figure out how many shooters there were. One bullet hit the brick wall over Snart's right shoulder. Another hit a plant, close to Mick's left arm.

"Either they're using the same type of gun, or we only have one shooter," Len guessed.

"Take the sample with you, I'll try to go 'round and draw their fire," Mick growled, just loud enough for Len to hear. "Meet you back at the ship."

Len didn't like it, but he agreed it was their only option. "Try not to get yourself killed. It doesn't look good on my resume."

"On three . . .one, two, three," Mick counted. They separated. Len went right and Mick went left.

They were supposed to break in, grab it, and sneak away before anyone knew. The drug was dangerous, deadly in fact, and later to be used by Savage against a group of dissidents in 2043. They were in 2040, stealing the first batch, before it could be perfected into a silent killer.

Mick ran low and fired at the target across the street. The shooter fired back at Mick, while Leonard quietly slipped away to his right, low along the building, trying to stay in the shadows. When he got to the edge of the building, he followed it around, and took off at a full run. He was worried a about Mick, but he was still hearing gun shots, that meant that Mick was still exchanging rounds with the shooter. With any luck, they would be meeting up shortly.

On the roof top, just downs the street, he had been watching the whole thing. In fact, he had been watching from the beginning. He felt, or rather sensed, the ship land and he watched as the two men exited and made their way to the lab. He was desperate, needing to make a decision quickly. He was running out of time. He didn't care why they were there. But he needed that time ship. He managed to get ahead of Snart. He waited until the runner stopped to catch his breath, then he made his move.

Leonard was running, out of breath, and needed to stop. He slowed down when he saw the swirl of air directly ahead of him. It actually looked like a small tornado (or dust devil, as they were sometimes called), harmless swirls of air that were about a foot across and only strong enough to pick up dust. As he watch the swirling air, it seemed to move, come closer to him and eventually stop right in front of him. He watched in awe, as it seemed to open up, encircling around him. He found himself standing in the "eye" of the swirl. Then it started to contract, until it was close enough to touch him. The swirling air increased its speed faster and faster. Snart tried to get out, but something was holding him in. He found it harder and harder to breath. Eventually he passed out. When he came to, he had no memory of what had happened. He figured he must have tripped and fell, knocking himself out in the process. He checked his watch and found he had been out about 20 minutes. He checked the sample to make sure it was still in one piece, and it was. He was relieved. He didn't hear any more gun shots and assumed either he was too far away, or Mick had gotten away. He hoped it was the latter. Any other explanation was unacceptable. He decided to walk back to the ship in order to not draw any more attention to himself than he had to.

Mick beat him back to the Waverider. When he entered, he looked around the bridge, but didn't see Snart. "Snart back yet?" He asked, worried.

"No, not yet. Why didn't you return together?" Rip asked.

"It was an ambush. We got separated. I'm going back to look for him."

"He's a big boy. He can look after himself. Do you have the sample?"

"He had it when all hell broke loose. Probably still does. If he's not back soon, I'm going to start looking for him."

Everyone was on the bridge watching Mick get ready to leave, when Len returned.

"Where have you been?" Rip demanded. "Do you have the sample?"

"I'm fine thank you. Unavoidably detained."

"Do you have the sample?" Rip asked again, holding out his hand. "Mr. Rory told me you were ambushed outside the lab. What went on out there?"

"You tell me," he said accusingly. "If I didn't know better, I would say someone knew we were coming."

"Maybe you're not as good as you think."

Leonard was getting pissed. "I better leave before I really do something I won't regret."

Rip considered that statement for a moment. "Better have Gideon look at that," he pointed at Snart's left temple. Snart reached up and touched it. His fingers came back with blood on them. He hadn't even noticed. He handed the sample to Rip, then Len and Mick walked away, towards the Med Bay.

"What happened to you?" Mick asked, pointing to his head. "You trip or something?"

"Or something," Len explained. "I see you made it back. My resume is still intact."

"What happened back there?" Mick asked, looking somewhat confused. "This was well planned. We didn't set of any alarms that I know of."

Len reached up and touched his bloody temple. It was starting to ache. "I don't know. I need some aspirin and some sleep. Can we talk about this in the morning?"

"Sure. Don't forget. Briefing at 9:00." Mick reminded him.

Len gave Mick his Do you really think I give a damn look and walked away. However, he knew Len would be there.

Len walked back to his quarters, nursing a headache that had taken up residence. He took some aspirin, but it didn't seem to help. He decided he might be able to shake it off if he could get some sleep. It took some time to fall asleep, even as tired as he was, the headache not helping things much. After two hours he got up, put on the same clothes he had been wearing earlier, and walked to the library. It took him ten minutes to find a couple of books that he thought would help him, and settled down for some in-depth reading.

The next morning Mick knocked on his door. When Len didn't answer, he pounded. "Hey, Len, you in there?"

Len opened the door, looking like he was still asleep. "What!?" he demanded, looking confused.

"Aren't we cheery this morning," Mick observed, as he followed Len back into his room.

"Time flies when you're having fun. I feel like I just went to bed."

"You look like it too. Briefing in five." Mick started to leave, but turned around to make sure Len didn't go back to bed.

"Fine. Just let me get dressed. I'll meet you there." After Mick left, Len slowly got dressed, feeling like his body was made of lead. He found it hard to focus, like he was living in a fog. And he was tired. How could he be so tired after sleeping all night? A headache was sitting just under the surface, waiting to appear. He took two aspirin and left.

When he arrived, the briefing had already started. He slumped into the first chair he found, close to the door, hoping he would not be noticed.

"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Snart," Rip commented. Then he continued with the briefing.

Snart tried to pay attention, but found it difficult. Hunter's voice sounded so far away. Strange thoughts started to go through his mind. He found himself thinking about blueprints, wiring, and navigation. And home. A great need to go home.

Mick stood next to Len and kicked him in the leg. Len jerked awake with a start. He didn't realize he had fallen asleep. "What's with you?" Mick asked. "You missed the entire briefing. That's not like you."

Len tried to cover it up. "Yes it is. You just never noticed it before. Come on, you can tell me about it on the way. Sarah and I are supposed to spar this morning. She wants to show me some new moves."

"Oh great, I can watch her beat the crap out of you again."

"Very funny." He responded, not sure if he was up to this.

Sara was already there, stretching out her muscles on the mat. She looked at Len and raised an eyebrow. "You slept through the briefing. Are you sure you're up to this?"

Len just smirked, trying to make light of it. "Sure. I just love getting my ass kicked."

Mick sat off to the side, watching everything. He felt that something was off with Snart, but he couldn't put a handle on it. Maybe he was just tired. Eventually he shrugged it off, thinking it was just his imagination. That is until . . .

Sara had been explaining to Snart how to avoid getting thrown down by an adversary. She explained where to put his hands and how to shift and they practiced it slowly. Then it was time to put it into action. Mick watched them face off. Then Sara lunged and after a bit, threw Len on his back.

"Are you sure you're paying attention? Here try it again." Len took the hand she offered and stood up.

"Be gentle. It's my first time." Now he sounded more like himself. They faced off a couple more times and he seemed to be getting the hand of it. Then Sara picked up her fighting sticks.

"Not fair," Len complained.

"When is fighting ever fair? Come on, show some backbone."

Mick continued to watch as Sarah and Len faced off. He seemed to be getting more and more frustrated every time she floored him. Then suddenly he used a move Mick had never seen before. Not only was he winning, he was able to flip Sara onto her back. He grabbed one of the rods and shoved it under her chin, against her neck, and started to push. Sara grabbed the rod and tried to pull it away. Her voice came out in gasps, as she was having trouble breathing. "Len . . .Stop!"

Mick jumped up and pulled Len off her. Len took a couple of steps back. He hadn't realized what he had done. He looked at Mick, then Sara, and back to Mick again. He looked shocked and surprised.

"I'm . . . sorry." He barely managed to say. "I don't know what happened." He turned and left the cargo bay.

Mick ran after him. Catching up to him in the hallway, near the galley, he grabbed his arm and spun him around. "What the hell was that back there?" he demanded. "You could have killed her, if I hadn't pulled you off."

Len back up, only stopping when his back hit the wall. He looked confused, and his eyes weren't focused. "I don't know. One minute I was on the mat, the next you were pulling me off." He looked in the direction of the cargo bay, wiping his face with his hands.

"Well you better get your act together before you hurt somebody." Mick sounded mad. He stared at Len for a few seconds then walked back to the cargo bay to make sure Sara was all right.

After Mick left, Len muttered under his breath, "Never underestimate your opponent."

The next few days passed in a haze for Snart. He seemed to be going through the motions on the outside. Inside he was in turmoil. He would see pictures in his mind he couldn't explain and feelings that weren't his. A couple of times he found himself in places he couldn't remember going to. He was still waking up more tired than when he went to bed. He almost thought he was having a break down.

Now that they were hiding in the temperal zone, while trying to figure out Savage's next move, he was getting more and more desperate.

He was in his quarters, anxious and pacing. It was harder and harder to pretend everything was all right. Even though he had tried to study up on the ship's systems, he would never be able to pilot the ship the way he needed. He was going to have to risk forcing someone to do it for him. He had no choice, he was running out of time. He checked his memories, looking for a possible candidate. He would get Lance to do it for him, tonight. She was the obvious choice. He didn't have to dig too deep to see that he felt something for her. He just hoped she felt something too, in case something went wrong.

It was 11:00 and Mick couldn't sleep. He had picked up two beers from the galley and started walking towards Len's room. Just as he was rounding the corner to enter the hallway where the private quarters were located, he heard a door open. He pulled back around the corner, allowing just enough space so he could see what was going on. Len's door opened. Len checked the hallway, and not seeing anyone, he continued down the hall. Mick took a glance and watched Len turn right out his door. As he did, he saw Len placing a gun into the back of his waistband. Snart walked down two more doors and knocked.

"Sara," he said quietly. "Are you still up? Can we talk?"

Her door opened and he walked in. Mick wasn't sure what was going on, so he decided to keep his distance.

Sara sat on her bed and Len walked over and sat next to her. "So, you wanted to talk. What about?"

"Sorry about earlier, when we were sparring. I don't know what happened."

"What was that move? I didn't know you could do that."

"I actually came to talk to you about something else. I need a favor."

"This time of night? What kind of favor?" She asked suspiciously.

"I need someone who knows how to fly this ship." He stood up and pointed his gun at her. "I understand you qualify."

Sara looked at him, confused. "Come on Snart. This isn't funny."

"It isn't meant to be. Get up. We're going to the bridge."

"What's going on Snart? I'm not moving til I know what's going on." She glared at him and refused to move.

He didn't think he had time to argue. "I'm sorry, Len's not home right now. Leave a message at the beep. Let's go."

Sara considered her options at the moment. If it was going to come down to a fight, she would be better off on the bridge. She also might be able to do something on the way, so she played along.

Mick had been peeking around the corner. When Sara walked out of her room, she saw him and quietly shook her head "no". Mick pulled back and decided to follow them.

As they were walking, Sara tried to distract him by talking. "What's going on Len? Why do we need to go to the bridge?"

"As I told you, Len's not home. Just keep moving and perhaps we'll all get out of this alive."

Sara stopped and turned to him, looking at the gun staring her in the face. "If Len's not here, where is he?"

"Oh, he's here," he said, pointing to his head. He's locked away. Stubborn man, he is. It took me a while to to build up a strong enough wall. Now if you don't mind."

They continued to walk to the bridge, Mick following a short distance behind, beer still in hand.

"So what now?" she asked as they entered the bridge.

"I need you to take me to Toronto, 2020."

"Why there?" she asked, trying to keep him distracted while Mick tried to approach from behind.

"Just do it! And stop stalling-"

Mick had come up from behind him and hit him with one of the bottles he had in his hand. Len went down like a rock.

"You alright? What's all this about Len not being home? Why did he want you to fly the ship to 2020?"

"I don't know, but I think we better do something before he wakes up."

Mick carried him down to the brig and dropped him on the bench in one of the cells. Then they went to the Med Bay.

They had Gideon wake the others and have them come down. Once everyone was there, they shared what information they had.

"We have a problem," Sara started to explain. "Either Snart has has a break down, or someone, or something has taken over Snart's body. Gideon, turn on the monitor to the brig.

Everyone looked worried as they looked at the man laying unconscious on the bench. They sat quietly, not knowing what to ask, or afraid to voice their opinion.

Slowly, he started to wake. It took him a couple of minutes to figure out where he was. He was totally confused. How did he get here? What did he do that would cause him to be here? He stood up on unsteady feet and walked over to the door. It wouldn't open. "Hey," he yelled. This isn't funny. Open the door!"

"Leonard?" Sara asked, her voice coming over the monitor on wall outside his cell.

Then he doubled over in pain. He was holding his head in his hands. When it passed, everything changed. He started to pace, pounding his hands on the glass walls, and looking like an angry caged animal.

"Gideon?" Stein asked. "What can you tell us is going on with Mr. Snart?"

"Mr. Snart's heart rate and breathing have increased. He appears agitated. He is not acting like himself. For a more detailed analysis, he would need to be here where he can be monitored and assessed.

"That was a lot of help." Ray offered. "I vote for a break down."

"We're not voting," Mick responded. "I want to go and talk to him."

"Come on Mick," Sara agreed. "Let's go. The rest of you stay here and see what you can come up with."

When Len saw them walking toward his cell, he ran up to the glass. "Sara, Mick, what's going on? Let me out of here."

"Not until we've had a talk," Mick demanded.

"I thought we were talking. Good performance, don't you think?" He said quietly and calmly. He stepped up to the door and leaned against the glass. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Break down! Definitely break down," Jax reported to the others in the Med Bay.

Sara started to think about what he had said, before. "I want to talk to Snart. I need to know if he's all right."

"I don't think that's a good idea. Now that he's behind the wall, I want to keep him there. He can be quite persistent. Must be something he picked up from that shitty childhood of his. Oh don't look so surprised. I know all about him. His emotions. His memories. His feelings . . ." he said slowly, looking straight at Sara. "Especially about you. He's a real mess you know. Lots of issues. Could probably use a good shrink. And Mick, you two have been through a lot together. The things I could tell you, both of you. Did you know he tried to commit suicide in his teen age years?

"Stop it!" Mick demanded. Sara looked shocked. "How do you know about that? I'm the only one who knew about that."

"I told you. I know all his memories. You saved him, didn't you Mick? You found him after he had taken all those pills. Tried to convince him he was worth something, despite what his old man told him again and again. He still thinks about that from time to time, wondering if your saving him was a mistake. Like I said, lots of issues."

Everyone in the Med Bay heard what he had said. They had never heard Snart talk about anything so personal before.

"If you're not Snart," Mick asked, "Who are we talking to?"

"That's a good question," he said quietly, turning his back to them, staring out at nothing in particular. "I've gone by many names. Right now I'm using Leonard Snart. Tomorrow? Who knows?."

Suddenly he turned around, facing the people on the other side of the glass. "You don't understand. I can't . . . stay here." He started pounding on the glass. "I will find a way to get out!"

He continued to pound and pound, even after his hands became bloody.

"Gideon, flood it!" Sara yelled.

Immediately a blue smoke started to fall from the ceiling. Len looked up and watched it float down toward him. "What are you doing?" He asked in a panicked voice. He looked around trying to get away. "Don't do this!" The smoke enveloped him and he collapsed on the floor.

Author's notes:

Thought it would be interesting to write a story that suggested some kind of split personality. How would the others handle it? How do you stop one without hurting the other? Interesting dilemma. Now I know what other author's were talking about, when they said that stories have a mind of their own.