After a could've gone better but could've gone worse type of mission in the year 2224 Sara piloted the ship into the temporal zone so that the team could have some time to regroup and recover.

Some of them more than others.

New York 2224 had been hit by an outbreak of some kind of sickness and while they had all been given the closest thing to a vaccine from 2166 before embarking on the mission, Sara had been feeling off for the past two hours or so. Once they were safely in the temporal zone she lifted up the restraints of her seat and walked briskly off of the bridge.

A little too briskly for Leonard's liking.

She looked distracted to him, worried even, so like any halfway decent teammate he followed her to make sure that everything was alright.

He found her in the corridor; her pace still fast but slowed a bit and the fingers of one hand brushing lightly against the wall.

"You ok?" He asked as he fell into step beside her.

"Don't know," she answered and that surprised him a little. "Probably, think I might have picked something up in New York. I'm just going to the med bay to make sure."

Leonard was even more surprised by her explanation, as Sara isn't normally the type to admit herself to the med bay. It was then that he noticed her face was beginning to develop an unhealthy tint that looked a pale yellowish color and was sweaty, not to mention it was no longer her fingers brushing against the cool metal of the wall but her entire left hand. He walked with her, wanting to make sure that she would make it. It wasn't long before she started slowing down, even less time before she was leaning over. He reached out and snaked an arm around her waist in an effort to keep her upright. Wordlessly she wrapped her arms around his neck to help. By the time that they reached the med bay he was dragging her along more than she was walking and he had to swing her up into the chair.

"Gideon, I need you to run a scan on Sara." He ordered as he reclined the chair back, figuring it would be better for her to be lying down.

"Of course Mr. Snart." The AI chimed before a blue light appeared from the ceiling and roamed over Sara's stiff body.

"It appears that Captain Lance has contracted a mild case of an advanced strain of yellow fever, before the Oculus was destroyed the timeline showed the United States government using the virus as a sort of population control beginning in June 2224."

Len bit back a curse; they had been hoping that the Waverider's vaccines would be enough to prevent any of them from catching the virus, but it seemed to have failed Sara.

Looking back to the blonde in question, Len saw that she appeared to be getting worse. Her eyes were half lidded and her head lolled from side to side as though she were fighting to keep herself awake.

"Is there anything you can do for her Gideon?" He almost snapped at the ceiling, of course he knew it was useless.

"Unfortunately, the most that I can do is administer Captain Lance an IV in order to keep her hydrated, it should help but for the most part she will have to endure the sickness, as no true cure to yellow fever has ever been developed."

Well, it was better than watching her die.

"Do… you have to?" Sara murmured, she was still listening to the AI's words and did not like the idea of having a needle jabbed into her right now.

Leonard looked at her sympathetically, he didn't want to subject her to anything that she didn't want but at the same time this could very well help save her life.

"Sara-"

"Just do it," she mumbled, either hearing the soft tone of his voice or mentally talking some sense into herself. "Jus…it." She murmured, her speech slurring with exhaustion and fatigue as she turned her arm upwards, trying to give him access to her forearm for the needle.

Admittedly a little panicked, Len grabbed one of the med bay's IV bags and set it up before carefully prepping the needle, placing his free hand gently on Sara's arm once it was ready.

"It'll be quick, I promise." He said soothingly before administering her the IV.

She still didn't look good, her eyes almost entirely closed but she was writhing around on the chair as though she were possessed. "Can I do anything else for her?" He asked pleadingly, his voice and eyes both filled with concern.

"I am afraid that there is nothing else that can be done for Captain Lance until the sickness passes, except to keep her hydrated. She may move to her quarters to rest if that will be more comfortable, provided that you bring the IV drip and someone keeps watch over her recovery." The computer answered and it was not the answer that Len had been looking for, but it's not like he could blame Gideon for that.

"My room," Sara all but croaked, "I… my room." She requested in her slurred voice.

"You want to go to your room?" Len asked her and she nodded.

"Mhmm," she hummed before she forced herself to sit but Leonard placed a gentle hand onto her shoulder.

"Easy," he said gently, "We'll get you to your room, but you need to take it slow." He instructed and as if to prove his point the blonde on the chair nearly flopped over forward and so he guided her back down. "Take it slow," he repeated and she nodded, opening her eyes and taking a few deep breaths.

Her entire body felt as though it were made of lead. Even the smallest movement took all of her concentration and her mind was in a haze unlike any other. But she wanted to make it her room; she wouldn't let go of that goal. She wanted her bed and her TV. So she rolled herself slowly onto her stomach and dangled one arm and leg over the edge of the chair, testing her weight on her foot and seeing if she might be able to lift herself up. But apparently even that was too much movement than she could handle.

"I'm gonna throw up," she mumbled and Leonard raised his eyebrow at her.

"Are you?" He asked and she nodded.

"I think-" she cut herself off involuntarily with a burp and the next thing she knew Leonard's hands were on her waist as she stood up, helping guide her over to the sink where she pushed back her hair and proceeded to get sick.

Len grimaced at the sight in front of him, and wondered how in the hell Sara hadn't ripped the IV needle out of her arm. But he didn't focus on that, instead he tenderly placed his hands over her own and began gathering her hair, allowing her to reclaim her hands and use them to brace herself against the counter.

Sara let out a shuttering breath once she was through getting sick and slowly lowered her head, taking Len's hands with her. Her entire body felt heavy, like there was a magnet at the front of her skull pulling her down to the edge of the sink. The only feeling she was aware of was the hand Leonard had moved to rub gentle circles on her back.

"Come on," he said softly to her after a minute or two. "Back in the chair."

"My room," she murmured her protest tiredly.

Behind her Leonard shook his head, as much as he didn't want to deny Sara the comfort of her bed, he knew there was no way she'd make it all the way to the barracks. Not to mention she was most likely going to be getting sick again and he didn't want to take the chance of her not making it to the bathroom.

"Later," he promised her, "Rest in here for a little, let the IV do it's thing and then you can go to your room." He said and judging by the sideways glance she gave him he was guessing that Sara wanted to argue with him, but some little part of her must have known he was thinking more rationally than she was because all she did was sigh in annoyance and push herself away from the counter.

Only to throw herself back over when she felt the urge to vomit come back in full force.

Leonard took her hair in his hands again, glancing away as Sara emptied the contents of her stomach. When he heard her shaky exhale of breath he looked back but she still looked pale and cautious, unsure if she were really done throwing up or not. Sure enough she tensed again and more bile went splashing into the sink until no more would come up and Sara was left dry heaving.

Eventually that dry heaving turned to heavy breathing, which turned to normal breathing as Sara lowered her head and once again rested it against the cool surface of the counter.

"Ok," she said in a shaky whisper, agreeing to the idea of staying in the med bay. "Ok," she said again and she tried to straighten up but Len's hand returning to her back halted her.

"Take it slow," he ordered in a low and caring voice and she nodded, taking her time as she braced her weight against the counter and ever so slowly straightened her back. Once she was standing upright, and reasonably certain that she wasn't going to hunch back over sick again, she turned and Len guided her back into the chair.

Sara relaxed the second that her back hit the hard chair, and she wondered briefly if Gideon had mixed some sedatives in with the IV because she wasn't entirely sure it was the fever that had her world going black.


When Sara's eyes fluttered back open the lights in the med bay were off. She groaned as she began to feel an intense ache in her stomach, probably the cause of her waking, and even more so when it hit her that she had to very badly go to the bathroom. She moved to sit up, still groaning because she felt overall crappy and she was alone so she didn't have to worry about her reputation.

Only she wasn't alone.

Despite her complete lack of energy, she nearly jumped when Snart appeared at her side, holding out a hand to help her up.

"How long was I asleep?" She asked him groggily, clinging to his arm when she found her feet unsteady.

"About five hours," he answered and she nodded, "How do you feel?"

"Like shit," she replied bluntly with a light smirk, one that he returned.

"You'll probably feel like that for a couple days," he warned her just as she reached the bathroom and finally let go of his arm, with nothing but a nod in response to his warning.

While Sara was in the bathroom Len glanced over the sheet of yellow fever symptoms Gideon had printed for him while Sara was sleeping. The disease was, to put it simply, bad. For the most part it was like dealing with a very aggressive case of the stomach flu, with the added risk of liver and kidney damage. Gideon's scans of Sara, something else that she did whilst the blonde was asleep, had revealed a rising temperature of 100.5 and the beginning stages of jaundice. The IV had helped with the second problem, taking away the yellow tint of her skin, but she still had a fever when she woke up.

The sound of the bathroom door opening had Len turning around, the sight of a very disheveled Sara greeting him. "No blood in the toilet," she informed him, Gideon had warned them all before the mission about the symptoms of yellow fever, and bloody urine had been high on the list.

Len nodded, "Gideon scanned you while you were out, turns out the vaccine wasn't COMPLETELY useless and you'd be much worse if you didn't have it. Between that and the IV you shouldn't have to worry about liver or kidney failure."

Sara hummed in acknowledgment as she shuffled her way back to the chair, lethargically climbing onto it.

"What about you?" She asked as she eased herself back against the hard chair. "Are you going to get sick?"

Len shrugged, he didn't really care if he got sick, someone had to take care of her. "Maybe," he answered, "So far the vaccine seems to have worked for me, and I keep washing my hands. The others have been told to stay out of here, just in case."

"Ugh, why was it me that the vaccine had to fail with?" Sara asked, probably rhetorically, but that didn't stop Gideon from replying.

"From what my scans showed Ms. Lance, the vaccine did not fail so much as you were exposed to more of the virus than Mr. Snart, and presumably the rest of the team. It is most likely that your body was simply unable to generate enough antibodies in time to fight off the virus."

"Thanks Gideon," Sara said with the most amused smile that she could manage, "Can I go to my room now?"

"Provided that you remain hydrated," The AI replied and so with a nod that served as a promise Sara began to very slowly bring herself up to a sitting position.

Len looked on as she sat up, standing by ready to help her if she needed it. He didn't step in until she was on her feet, when she stumbled and reached out for something to steady herself. That something came in the form of his arm. She looked up in thanks before steadying herself on her feet and taking an experimental step, then another, and then another. Finally she let go of his arm and slowly headed for her room, him trailing behind her and ready to catch her if she went down. When they made it to her room she began pulling back her covers and crawled onto her mattress, but Len tucked her in before she could do it herself.

"I'll be back," he promised her before leaving her alone.

True to his word he returned only a few minutes later with a washcloth in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He handed her the water and lay the cloth on her head, cool beads of water immediately running down her hot skin and making her shiver.

"It'll bring down your fever," he told her softly, she smiled to show that she understood and soon his hand moved from the cloth to her hair, gently pushing it back so that the cloth wouldn't soak it.

He lingered over her for a moment; their eyes locked on each other before he reclaimed his hand and straightened his posture.

"Do you need anything else?" He asked

"Trash can?" Her groggy voice requested, "In case I get sick again?"

He nodded, understanding, and moved across the room to grab the empty bucket from where it rested next to her desk. He brought it over to the edge of her bed and left it where she could simply roll onto her side and lean her head over should she need to throw up again.

"Anything else?" He asked again and she shook her head, but he still tossed her the remote for her TV.

She smirked at him and he smirked back, awkwardly standing there probably longer than he should have.

"I'll come back later and check on you, Gideon will want me to take your temperature." He said and she nodded.

"Thank you," she said,

"Your welcome," he said with a nod before, after only a second's hesitation, he turned on his heel and left her to rest.