Author's Note: This is a collaborated work with co-author ClaudiaRain. I hope you all enjoy it - I know we needed this light-hearted break from our Destiny fix-its. Note: This takes place at least a year in the future for our Legends, in a universe where the Flashpoint storyline on Flash either is resolved or never happened, and Earth-2 Dr. Wells and Jesse stuck around in Central City.

She shouldn't have fainted. That was her first clue.

It was only for a second, (well, maybe two) – just long enough for her to start to fall. If it weren't for Leonard standing right beside her, it probably would've hurt, too, when she hit the grated floor of the Waverider. Instead he caught her, easily scooping her up as she collapsed into his arms. The next thing she knew, she was being held bridal-style, her arms looped around his neck as he gazed down at her in concern.

"Almost lost you," he said, jokingly, but there was a question in his eyes, and genuine worry. She knew how to read that in him by now.

"I'm fine. Just exhausted from the endless missions," she said, craning her neck back to see the rest of her teammates on the bridge and staring pointedly at Hunter. "I demand shore leave."

And they'd earned it. Two months pursuing a seemingly infinite queue of time criminals with hardly any rest, even on the ship. She'd mostly spent the few breaks they'd had holed up with Len (perhaps not doing enough actual sleeping after all).

Rip agreed, looking at her just a little oddly. With the latest threat taken care of, Gideon wasn't detecting any imminent danger, so Rip told them they could spend a week or two in their own time, provided everything stayed quiet.

"I'll page you if you're needed," Rip called after them as they left the ship.

"We'll be sure not to answer," Len shot back, and no one could quite tell if he was kidding – although they suspected he wasn't.

Even after they'd found haven in their Central City apartment, Sara still couldn't shake off the memory of the concern she'd seen all over Leonard's face, or the way his searching eyes had studied her, seeking some unknown wound. She couldn't remember the last time she'd fainted without suffering a critical injury, and he had to have been thinking the same thing.

The image of Leonard's worry (or was it fear?) haunted her well into the night, even as she lay safe and warm, tangled up with him in their comfy king-size bed. Am I losing my touch? Getting too old to push myself so hard? Then she snorted, just imagining the looks on Len and Mick's faces if she tried suggesting that to them. Maybe age is relative…

In all seriousness, though, what if she lost it in the middle of a fight, and someone – like Leonard – got hurt because of her? She stroked a hand down the arm he had slung limply over her waist, closing her eyes against that thought and concentrating on the feeling of his breath against her neck as he slept. The thought of losing him because of her own weakness was unbearable.

By dawn, she'd worked herself up to the point of feeling sick to her stomach. She slipped out of Leonard's arms and their bed, tiptoeing to the bathroom. She knew Len was a light sleeper, especially when she wasn't there, so she crossed her fingers that she wouldn't wake him as she gently shut the door. Then she was falling onto the floor, shuddering as her stomach heaved. It wasn't long before she'd dissolved into a shaking mess, head resting against the cool porcelain of the toilet seat as her fingers weakly sought the handle to flush.

The next thing she knew, the door was opening. She was dimly aware of Leonard coming in, hesitating a moment before turning on the faucet to wet a washcloth. He eased himself down to the floor behind her, coaxing her to lean back against his bare chest.

"Are you sick?" he asked, placing the cloth on her forehead and smoothing her tangled hair off her face. She nestled into his neck, letting her eyes fall closed as he wrapped his arms around her. It wasn't lost on her that he didn't seem to care about getting close to her even if she were suffering from some awful virus.

"Just stressed, I think," she sighed. "I haven't felt any other symptoms, at least. We've been doing a lot lately…I really needed this time off."

"Hmm," he murmured into her ear, leaning his head down to place a kiss at her neck – which apparently had a dual purpose. "You don't feel warm, so maybe you're right. Could be just stress, and exhaustion. You can relax now, though." His voice was soft as he rubbed his hands lightly down her arms. "We're safe."

"I know," she whispered, wrapping her hand around his and squeezing it. She always felt safe with him – even when they were in the middle of a battle; he always had her back, and she always had his. "Thank you."

She didn't realize she was falling asleep until she felt herself being lifted, Leonard carrying her back to bed. He didn't let her go even when they got there, instead climbing in next to her and pulling them under the sheets with her arms still wrapped around his neck.

"You know, it's a very different feeling being able to take care of you for once, Lance," he said when they were finally settled. "It's nice," he added, speaking into her skin as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You should let me do it more often."

"I hope you won't have to," she said, letting her free hand run down his neck and across his chest, coming to rest at his back. She snuggled into him, humming as he ran his fingers through her hair. No matter what, he was the one constant in her life – she always felt better when she was with him.

"That's what I'm here for," he said, as she slipped into unconsciousness.

A few hours later, she woke to the sound of her phone buzzing. She opened her eyes to the bright yellow light spilling into their bedroom, smiling when she realized Len was setting a cup of coffee by her bedside.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, handing her the phone.

"Much better." She squinted at the incoming call – it was one of her friends from Team Flash, Caitlin Snow. They'd become much closer during her visits home, since they'd started their journey through time.

"Hey Cait," she answered, plopping her head back on the pillow and patting the spot next to her in bed, inviting Len to join her.

"Sara!" came Caitlin's excited – and somewhat chiding, she thought – voice over the line. "You told me you were coming home to visit last night and I haven't heard from you since!" Sara grimaced – she knew she'd forgotten something. "I'm sure that was just an oversight on your part, of course, but I insist we grab lunch today since I have the day off."

"That's Snow, right?" Len asked (as if he hadn't glanced at the screen before handing it to her). He settled in beside her with his coffee. "Isn't she a doctor?"

Sara frowned at him. He knew damn well it was Caitlin calling and that she was a doctor. "You're not subtle, you know," she whispered, covering the mouthpiece.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, innocently (as if he was ever innocent).

"Uh huh." She tuned back into what Caitlin was saying. "Thanks for the invite, Cait, but, uh –" She hated turning her down, but it was their first day back and it'd probably be best if she spent it resting. Well, maybe just some light activity, she thought, glancing over at Leonard.

"Tell her you'll go," he said, quietly, pointing at the phone.

"Are you serious?" She frowned at him. "Hang on a sec, Cait." She moved the phone away from her mouth, resting it against her stomach to muffle any sound. "I'm fine," she said to Leonard, raising her eyebrows at him.

"She's a doctor, you can ask her if she thinks you need to get checked out," he argued. "I think they can do that over at S.T.A.R. Labs."

She huffed. "Oh, now you want me stealing medical advice from a friend?"

"If she's really your friend, she'll willingly give it for free," he countered. "She cares about you and she happens to be a doctor. You might as well ask." He gave her a pointed stare, the one she knew by now meant, You're not gonna win this fight, Lance.

She sighed, pulling the phone back up to her ear. "Hey Cait? Yeah sure, let's get lunch. Where do you – oh, Gino's? On 5th and 3rd, yeah, I know it, it's close to our place. Okay, see you then." She hung up, tossing the phone back on the table and picking up her coffee.

"Well, now that I have plans, there goes spending the day in bed." She pouted at Len from behind her mug.

He waited for her to take a sip, then gently plucked it out of her hands and set it down next to his.

"You're feeling better?" he asked again, pulling her into his arms.

She nodded, rubbing a foot down his leg as she stretched out alongside him. "Mmm, much."

He kissed her shoulder, then her neck. "Well then," he said, warm breath at her ear, "at least we have the rest of the morning. You're lucky I know how to use my time effectively."

She started laughing, though when he kissed her deeply, she quickly forgot what she'd even been laughing about.

By the time she met up with Caitlin for lunch, Sara felt like she was borderline starving. She and Len hadn't had a chance to go shopping yet, so all they had in the apartment were left over dry goods from their last visit. Not that they'd bothered to make anything except coffee that morning, but still. She was more than ready to eat when she and Caitlin sat down.

"I'm glad you wanted to meet for lunch," Sara told her, "because I'm much more famished than I realized. We had quite a…busy morning."

"You guys probably had a lot of things to do, huh?" Caitlin asked absently as she scanned the menu.

"Oh yeah, lots of things." Sara knew from Caitlin's lack of reaction that she didn't get it yet. "In lots of positions."

Caitlin snapped her gaze up, eyes widening. "Sara!"

Sara couldn't help her laughter. She'd learned long ago that talking about sex or anything even remotely related to it was a great way to get Caitlin flustered. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself," she semi-apologized.

"Well, with Leonard at home, I don't blame you."

It took Sara a few moments to realize Caitlin had twisted her words around (probably on purpose). "Did you just make a joke about how attractive my boyfriend is?"

"I do have eyes," Caitlin said, haughtily, before breaking into laughter with Sara. "But I'm really glad for you. I know you two have been together a while, but I've noticed the difference in you since…what I mean is, you and Leonard are good for each other. You've been so much more relaxed and…happy."

"I am," Sara affirmed, playing with the napkin in her lap. "I am happy."

"God knows you've earned it," Caitlin said. "Both of you."

Sara smiled at her gratefully. Even though she and Leonard had been together for over a year, there were still some who didn't think it would last. And some who still judged Leonard based on his past. It meant a lot to hear that someone outside of her team recognized they were good for each other – even more so when that "someone" was one of her best friends. Most importantly, while Caitlin's first few interactions with Leonard had been back when, okay, he was kind of a supervillain – they'd both moved past it to the point that they now considered each other friends. And their acceptance of each other meant more to Sara than either of them would probably ever know.

Sara took her friend's opening as an opportunity to fill Caitlin in on her team's adventures since they'd last visited home. She ended with her recent concerns about her well-being: fainting, feeling sick…and her worry that she was going to be a liability to her team. Loathe though she was to admit her weaknesses, it was a distinct relief to confide in someone who didn't depend on her.

"It could be stress," Caitlin agreed, mulling over Sara's words as she munched on a piece of bread. "Or a virus – though you seem fine now. I could give you an exam at S.T.A.R. Labs if you want to be safe."

Sara would have agreed, but she was distracted when a waiter passed by with a tray of food. "Oh my god is that basil?" she asked, inhaling a deep breath of the sweet air at the Italian restaurant. "That smells amazing. What is that on, bruschetta? We have to order some."

"Sara," Caitlin said, gaze sharpening suddenly. She took Sara's hand, looking at her in that serious way she often did when she was about to make a very keen observation. "Could you be…pregnant?"

"Pregnant!" Sara yelled, earning a few curious glances their way. She hastily lowered her voice, covering her mouth with her hands. "I mean, no! I mean…I would know if I were. Wouldn't I?"

From the way Caitlin was looking at her, Sara had a sinking feeling that no, she might not know. "Oh God."

Needless to say, after that, it was a very quick lunch. Neither of them was able to focus or really enjoy their meals. Sara spent most of the time trying to talk her way out of the possibility, while Caitlin sympathetically agreed, yet kept insisting Sara had to check just to be sure. They paid the bill before they were even done eating, soon finding themselves at a little drug store around the corner from the restaurant.

"You know, you could just come to S.T.A.R. Labs," Caitlin said, staring at the row of pregnancy tests. "I'm no OB-GYN, but we could find out how far along you are and do an ultrasound, too."

Sara shook her head, picking up tests and putting them back down without really looking at them. "Everyone always seems to be hanging around there and I'd rather not have an audience," she said. "No offense, but it's like half of you don't even have jobs."

Caitlin sent her a mock-glare. "Hey, that happens to be my actual workplace."

"What about Detective West? And Iris? And Barry? Though I guess he gets a pass since he can complete his actual work in record time. But I've seen both Wally and Jesse there, too."

"I guess it has become a natural place of congregation," Caitlin said, thoughtfully. "But don't forget, Cisco also works there, and…Dr. Wells."

"Dr. Wells, hmm?" Sara cast a thoughtful glance at Caitlin, who suddenly seemed overly interested in reading the back of every box on the shelf in front of them. When she didn't answer, Sara couldn't help teasing, "You need one of these tests yourself?"

"What?" Caitlin looked up, needing a few seconds to process what Sara was insinuating, then dropped the test kit in her hand as if it were on fire. "What? No! Sara!"

"I'm just making small talk," Sara protested. (She also couldn't deny it was a superb way to distract herself.) "You're the one acting…guilty."

"I'm not acting guilty," Caitlin said, picking up the fallen test, but was that the faintest hint of a blush spreading across her face? "There's nothing to act guilty about. I'm just helping to make sure you buy the best one."

"Suuuuure," Sara said, intentionally drawing out the word. "You know, my mother used to tell me I should marry a doctor."

Caitlin opened and shut her mouth a few times. "I regret coming here with you," she finally said. "I have no idea what you're talking about; Dr. Wells and I are colleagues. That's it."

"Mmhmm." Sara picked up and put down a few tests without doing more than skimming the back of the boxes. "That must be why you glow when you talk about him. And…blush."

"I'm not blushing!" Caitlin hissed, which made her blush even more. "I don't…look, Dr. Wells and I are friendly colleagues. He's very intelligent and highly-respected in his field. I'm lucky to work with him, that's all."

"You're getting lucky working with him?!" Sara exclaimed, deliberately choosing to mishear what her friend had said.

"I am not! Stop it!"

"I mean there's nothing wrong with being attracted to an older man," Sara added, unable to resist herself. "The more experience, the better – I would know."

Caitlin hit her arm with the test in her hand. An elderly woman at the end of the aisle shot them a scandalized look before hobbling away with her cane.

Sara laughed and held up her hands as a gesture of surrender. "Okay, fine, forget I even brought it up. But wow, does he really work you up or what?"

Caitlin heaved a sigh and shook her head, apparently in silent concession that she was never going to win when it came to Sara. "This is about you, stop trying to make it about me with your wild and highly inappropriate imagination."

Her words brought Sara back to reality after the brief respite she'd had from worrying. "Right. This is about…me." And Leonard. And…possibly someone else. An entirely new person. Oh God.

"You're pretty pale. Are you alright?" Caitlin took hold of her arm, making Sara suspect that she looked pretty bad. "I can come home with you, wait while you take it…"

"No, it's okay. I appreciate the offer though." She patted Caitlin's hand as the other woman studied her with concern. "Len's at home and I'd want to find out with him, anyway." She didn't know what compelled her to be as honest as she was when she added, "I don't want anyone getting…too excited, you know? Especially if I'm not…" She couldn't even bring herself to say the word.

"I understand," Caitlin said simply, and let go of her.

"It's not you, it's just that my team can be a little…out there," Sara tried to explain, still worried Caitlin might take her rejection of the offer as an insult. "If there's even the slightest possibility that – well, it could turn into an entire thing and I'd rather just keep it quiet. For now."

"I get it. Really," Caitlin reassured her.

Sara turned her attention back to the rows and rows of tests before her. "Why do they cost so much? And how come there are so many when they all do the exact same thing? Do we really need…" she counted, "Eleven different brands?!"

"Blame the consumers who demand choice," Caitlin said. "It's simple market economics. Just the other day, Dr. – I mean, I was talking with someone about –"

"Wait, who were you talking about economics with?" Sara interrupted, suspiciously. "How many doctors do you know, exactly?"

Caitlin rolled her eyes, though Sara didn't miss that her friend deliberately avoided meeting her gaze. "Let's just get back to choosing a test for you."

"Are you sure it was economics you were talking about and not chemistry?" Sara goaded.

Caitlin merely stared at her, disapprovingly.

"Okay, guess not," Sara allowed, sending her a sideways glance, but she really had to pick a test and stop stalling.

Caitlin held one up for her. "How about this one? It will give you a smiley face if it's positive." She raised her eyebrows, cheeky smile saying she knew exactly what Sara would think of that.

Right on cue, Sara sent her a disparaging look before scanning the row for the cheapest test and grabbing it before she could overthink this any more than she already had.

"If Len were here I'd let him steal this," she told Caitlin, grinning when she saw how affronted her friend looked at the comment. "It's just a stick that I'm going to pee on, I'm being robbed as it is," she argued.

"That's not the point," Caitlin said, primly, as they went to check out.

"Right, because you never break rules. Or laws. Or –"

"I get it," Caitlin said, rolling her eyes. "You and your team are 'morally ambiguous' or whatever. I just cringe at the thought of you getting arrested for shoplifting a pregnancy test."

"They wouldn't lock me up for that," Sara informed her. "And if they did, Len would just break me out. I bet even Barry would help."

"I can't believe how quickly you've corrupted him. My poor, innocent –"

"Barry Allen is far from innocent," Sara broke in. "You think I have a wild imagination? What about you over here trying to convince me that your team are all paragons of moral virtue? Wait until I tell Barry – no, wait until I tell Dr. –"

"Know what, let's just never mention anything about this conversation ever again," Caitlin pleaded. "Deal?"

Sara only laughed as they exited the pharmacy. They came to a stop outside before heading their separate ways (and she very carefully didn't agree to Caitlin's request, either…it was always good to have something tucked away to use in case she needed it).

When Caitlin leaned over to hug her, it was both surprising and…not. Over time, they'd become pretty close – closer than Sara had meant to let them become. In fact, if pressed, Sara might say Caitlin was the closest thing to a best friend that she had, nowadays. She didn't often think (or talk) about it because whenever she did, her thoughts inevitably turned to Laurel and how these were the moments she should have been spending with her older sister. Instead…

Well, it didn't do much good thinking about it, right? And above all else, she knew Laurel would want her to be okay. If there was absolutely nothing else, she knew this: her sister would be happy she had a friend she could confide in.

"Call me either way," Caitlin told her, breaking Sara out of her thoughts as she pulled away. "If the test is negative, I can give you a physical to make sure there's nothing else going on. And if it's positive…" she paused, biting her lip to try and stop the smile slowly growing on her face.

"Stop," Sara insisted. "I told you, don't get all excited. I'm probably not…" She still couldn't say it. "And anyway, my mom had two miscarriages before Laurel was born. Even if I am…" Nope. Did she have some kind of mental tick? "It's still too early."

"It's okay to think positively," Caitlin told her, softly.

"I know," Sara said, "but what if –"

"What if nothing. You haven't even taken a test yet. Worry about everything else after. Think of it in steps, okay? The first step is going home and talking to Leonard and…" she nodded at the bag in Sara's hand.

"Steps. Right. I can do that." At least, she thought she could.

Caitlin was smiling openly now. "Call me right away when you find out," she ordered. "Are you sure you don't want me to walk you back?"

"Yeah," Sara said. "I need some time to think."

"Thinking" wasn't really what she did, though. It was more like she fretted the whole walk back to the apartment. I couldn't be, right? she mused, thoughts entirely on the test she'd bought. Her period had been sporadic at best for years, ever since the Gambit, and even worse since she'd been resurrected. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had it, so she supposed it was possible... But she hadn't thought that she'd ever be able to have kids, as broken as she was.

In fact, she'd never had a "scare" in her life. And it was kind of a strange term anyway, wasn't it? Because it implied that having a child was something to be terrified about, and as hard as she tried to sort through her feelings on the matter, terror just wasn't one of them. Worry, anxiety, nervousness, all of those, yes, and plenty more, but scared of having a child? It just didn't factor into the situation – not when she'd be having a child with him.

But what would Leonard think about it? They'd never once discussed the possibility. She couldn't even imagine his reaction – a dozen alternatives flitted through her head and left her wringing her hands for a full minute, lingering outside on the sidewalk before finally gathering her courage to enter their building.

When she let herself into their apartment, Len was sitting at their kitchen island, doing something on his laptop.

He glanced up at the sound of the door, smiling at her. "Hey, welcome back. What did Snow think?" He must have seen the trepidation on her face, because his smile slowly faded into a frown. "What is it? Something serious?"

"You could say that," she told him, instantly regretting it when all color drained from his face and he stood up. "No – not like...deadly illness serious. I mean a different kind of serious."

He relaxed, if only slightly, noticing the bag in her hand. "What's that?"

She felt like she'd stepped out of her body as she moved around the island, setting the bag down between them and bracing her hands on the counter. She inhaled deeply before taking the test out and sliding it over to him. "Cait thinks there's a chance I'm…"

His gaze moved from the box to her, a brief pause before he realized what she was saying. And then his eyes lighted, his brow shooting up on his forehead as he made the connection.

"Oh," he said, dazed, barely breathing out the word. "Oh."