note: aftermath of 1x09
dis: i don't own lot
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He was missing scars. He looked over his new hand, the flesh pristine and unmarred. The tiny slashes from all the times he'd busted his knuckles open in fights were gone. The deep cut in his palm he'd gotten while fending an attack from his dad? There was no trace of that either. Sitting in his chair he looked at this new, foreign part of his body.
"Gotta love the technology of the future," said Sara. She'd snuck up on him. She'd earned another two years of training with the League of Assassins. She moved with a new sort of fluid grace. "How's it feel?"
"Good as new." He made a fist. "Ready to break it in."
Sara laughed. "I bet. Took some balls to bust your hand like that."
"Had no choice."
"You cared. About us… Mick." Sara smiled. "It was very sweet."
He gave her an unamused look. "Stop it. You'll make me blush."
Sara sobered for a moment. While Leonard lost scars, she'd gained a few with the League. And not just ones on her body. Her mind, despite being calmer at having found a semblance of peace with her bloodlust: was still a little damaged. She'd taken more lives. There was more blood on her hands.
"Sara?" She looked up, startled at having forgotten where she was. Leonard looked uncomfortable now. A little uncertain. "Are you okay?"
"I'll live," she said, peering down at his hand again. She knew he had a thing about touching so she offered her hand first and he sighed before taking it. She put both hands on his one, her thumb running along the lifelines of his palm. "Gideon does good work. At least I know if I lose a leg I won't have to miss it long."
"Have you seen Mick today?"
He took his hand back, crossing his arms tightly over his chest, voice cooling. "No. I'm not in the mood to have my life threatened today."
"Give him time…" They had plenty of it. "I know what its like to lose yourself. It was only two years for me and I was ready to slice Kendra's throat open. My mind was clouded and buzzing and I lost a piece of myself that day. For Mick it was longer."
"I still say we ditch this one and get the other one back instead," Leonard muttered.
"Need to hear Rip's speech about the folding of time or whatever again?"
"No. Yet another thing I'm not in the mood for."
Both of them looked up as Rip entered, ordering the team to assemble. Sara nodded before rising. She placed her hand on Leonard's shoulder. A show of support and solidarity. Friendship. He nodded to her before she walked away.
It was time to get to work. With one last look at his hand, he followed after her.