Hola.
So I watched all of Legends of Tomorrow over again and still love it. I had this thing rattling around in my hard drive for a while. I don't know how long it's going to be, or how it's going to happen, or when I'll be able to update, but I'm putting it up anyway.
I just really love Leonard and Sara, okay?
Enjoy.
Being stuck in the Between sucked.
That's what Sara called the place between times and places. She hated it. The endless floating, the lack of anything to orient herself. But mostly, she hated the inaction.
She sat on Leonard's bed, tossing her knife up and into the air, catching it mindlessly. Leonard was at the small desk, reading a book he'd stolen from Rip's study.
Sorry, borrowed.
She flipped the blade faster and faster, pushing herself with the speed. From the corner of her eye, she saw Leonard lower his book slightly, watching her over the pages as the blade became little more than a shimmering silver blur. She lost track of it for a single second and was forced to yank her hand out of its path. The blade thunked into the floor, quivering as it stood on its end.
"As impressive as that is, I don't want you bleeding on my pillow," he drawled.
Sara picked up the blade and pocketed it. She sighed heavily, laying back on his blankets. Ever since Leonard and Mick went for a walk and Leonard had come back alone, she and Leonard had been hanging out more. Not immediately - right after, he seemed more inclined to stay alone and off by himself, but Sara hadn't allowed that for long. She began popping up wherever Leonard was, sometimes silent, sometimes with drinks, most often with a pack of cards. They'd just sit or drink or play together, until he seemed more like his old self. But still, there was sometimes a shadow on his face that Sara didn't like to see. She'd made it her mission to keep him occupied and his thoughts off Mick, but she was running low on ideas here in the Between.
Today - or tonight, she could never tell here - he seemed moderately content, that faint smirk on his face as he marked his place in his book. "Bored, birdy?"
"I'm going nuts. There has to be something I can do on this ship."
"You only have to ask," he suggested, the smirk growing wider. "I'd be more than happy to…divert you."
Sara rolled her eyes, but grinned. "But after five minutes, I'd be bored again."
"Ouch."
She propped herself up on her elbows. "Kidding. Seven."
Leonard shook his head and opened up the book again. "You're cruel, Canary."
"Come on, there has to be something we can do."
"I gave you a suggestion."
"Len."
"Assassin."
"I'm serious."
"So was I."
She filed that away, along with the way his eyes turned darker as he stared at her. Then it was gone as he sighed and put the book down. "What do you want to do?"
Sara racked her brain, trying to think of something. Something that would involve everyone, without turning it into a fight. Their team was getting batter at being a team, but there was something missing. The camaraderie. A team like Oliver's left a lot to be desired, but they had strong bonds. This team needed that.
Thoughts of college and Laurel's stories started to filter in. She smiled slowly, a plan starting to form. She looked at Leonard, who took one look at her expression and began to mirror it.
She sat up and leaned towards him, "Ever hear of Rick-Rolling?"
Kendra and Ray walked down the Waverider after lunch. They didn't know exactly what time it was in the void, so they all just went off Stein's watch. He was the only one anal enough to change it to every new time zone they landed it - and also the only one who still wore a watch consistently.
"After going 24/7 tailing Savage, it's really rough to turn off. Sara and I upped our training sessions," Kendra said, cracking her knuckles. "But I'm still on edge."
Ray smiled, "I don't think that'll be a problem." He pressed the button that should have opened Kendra's door, but instead, a loud voice began echoing through the hallways
Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
Kendra covered her ears, her eyes wide, "What the hell is happening?"
"I have no idea!" Ray shouted, pressing the button again. Her door still didn't open, and the music just kept going. Stein and Jax both opened their doors, poking their heads out into the hall.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
"Some people are trying to work here," Stein shouted.
"It wasn't me!" Ray answered. "I was just opening the door!"
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
Jax began laughing, "Man, this is awesome."
"I fail to see how this is awesome!" Stein shouted back at his partner.
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle
"You've been pranked!" Jax explained, shouting over the music. "Someone got you good."
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
Ray sighed in relief when the music stopped, then looked at Jax, who was still chuckling, "Was it you?"
"Nah, but I wish it was." He came over and pulled off the panel controlling Ray's door. One look and Ray could see what had happened. Someone had simply rewired the door to Gideon's intercom, and somehow set it off to play music when he pressed it.
"Who the hell would take the time to do this?" Ray asked.
Kendra was smiling - that was good, at least - "We're all going crazy on this boat with nothing to do."
"So," Ray said, thinking, "Did someone just start a war?"
Jax grinned as Kendra's eyes suddenly turned cautious, "Ray, think about who could have done this."
"Oh, I am."
"Do you really want to go up against them?" she asked him.
His grin got wider. "Come on. We've got planning to do."
"I'm in," Jax immediately said.
Stein shook his head. "No, thank you."
Kendra followed the two of them into Jax's room, "This is going to end badly."
Sara and Leonard, around the corner of the hallway, had heard the entire exchange. She was grinning, her eyes bright with mischief as she tried to stifle her laughter. Leonard only began to really smile when he heard Ray's challenge. Once the doors closed, the two of them crept back down to Rip's study.
"Nice work," she told him.
"I've been rewiring security systems since I was seven. A door was no problem. Your choice of song was fairly on point."
She gave him a little bow. "Thanks."
"Palmer is going to come after us."
Sara waved her hand. "Let him. Let's do this fast, then we'll worry about him."
A few minutes later, Sara was keeping watch while Leonard was underneath Rip's console in his study, his legs peeking out from beneath the table.
"How'd you think of this one?" Sara asked him quietly, her eyes on the hallway.
"It's from a show. We're time traveling. He's a Time Master." Leonard shrugged from underneath the table. "Seemed appropriate."
"I never pegged you as a TV guy."
"My grandfather was," Leonard answered, his voice growing strained as he pushed the panel back into place. "Lisa and I lived with him for a while when dear old Dad was doing time. He'd somehow gotten the channel and we watched it with him. I enjoyed it as a kid, got more of the jokes when I grew up. Once we moved out, I did my best to keep up with it, but it's been a while since I've seen any."
Sara grinned, "Too busy saving the world."
"Saving, robbing. Something like that." He crawled out from underneath the console. "All set, here. Remind me again why this is such a big deal?"
She took in a breath to respond, then froze, hearing footsteps. "He's coming, hide!"
Leonard looked bemused as she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the small closet off of Rip's study. "You're taking this very serious-"
"Shh!" She covered his mouth with her hand and kept the door open a crack to see Rip walk in and sit at his desk with a sigh. She let go of Leonard's mouth so she could peer through the small gap, wanting to catch Rip's reaction.
Coming up behind her, Leonard rested his arm on the jamb, leaning over her shoulder to watch. Sara was suddenly very aware of how small this closet was and how warm Leonard seemed to be. The whole dark area seemed full of his subtle cologne – faint traces of pine and wood smoke that reminded her of the time her father had taken them camping in the fall. It had been freezing, but once they'd had a fire going, it had been one of the best weekends of her life. His breath on the side of her face made goosebumps appear on her arms, but luckily, it was too dark to see.
Rip rubbed his eyes and leaned forward. "Gideon, can you please check the timeline for any sign of Savage?"
Instead of Gideon's calming tone, all ears in the vicinity were assaulted by a sound Sara had never heard before.
DOOOWEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
On the screen, hovering above the desk, images of a bright blue phone box flying through a colorful wormhole appeared, the music - if one could call it that - never stopping.
WEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"What the bloody hell-"
It stopped suddenly, the silence almost startling in its suddenness. Rip stood in his study, staring at where the images had been, unable to move for a moment. Sara giggled, unable to help it when Rip looked like he'd been smacked in the face. Leonard slipped his hand around her shoulder and covered her mouth this time, murmuring in her ear. "Quiet or he'll hear us." The smoky tone made it sound like they were doing something very different than playing a prank.
For a moment, she wanted to. If she turned around, right now, he'd be so close there'd be no mistaking what she was asking for.
When she nodded, Leonard let go of her. Sara tried not to dwell on how her lips and cheek tingled from where he'd touched her and she resisted the urge to lean back into him. She was supposed to be distracting Leonard from his past, not complicated his present. So she remained still, watching Rip eye the console hesitantly before trying again.
"Gideon, can you-"
DOOOWEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"Oh, for fuck's sake!"
Even Leonard grinned that time.
That evening, Sara kicked his door, her hands too full to knock.
Leonard opened it up, raising his brow to see her burdened with beer, a bowl of popcorn, and a blanket. "I don't do sleepovers. At least, not ones that involve actual sleeping."
"Oh, shut up." She pushed past him and into his room, dragging his desk chair over next to the bed. She plunked down on it, curling her feet up and pulling the blanket over her lap. "Sit," she told him, pointing at the bed.
"This is my room," he reminded her, still doing as she said and sitting up on the bed, his legs stretched out in front of him.
"Yeah, yeah." She popped off the tops of two bottles, putting the rest on the floor within reach and handing one to him. "Gideon?"
"Yes, Ms. Lance?"
"Can you pull it up, please?" she asked, ignoring Leonard's questioning gaze.
"Certainly."
On the bare wall above Leonard's desk, Gideon began projecting the intro of a blue, British phone box, flying through the air, with the same song they had pranked Rip with. At a moderate decibel, it wasn't quite as obnoxious. Leonard sat up, his brows lifting slightly.
"How did you find this?" he asked her, leaning more comfortably against his headboard.
"Gideon has all sorts of things in her hard drive," Sara explained.
His only response was, "Huh." Then he fell into silence watching the show.
Sara wouldn't have been interested in this before. Time travel, aliens, a man whose weapon was a screwdriver – none of that was really her forte. But the plot was exciting, the characters drew her in, and even more so, it gave her ample time to watch Leonard.
He was enraptured by the show, his eyes fixed on the projection. Sara had never seen him quite so relaxed – his eyes and mouth losing the lines that had been around them since Mick's betrayal. She could see how this would appeal to him, though. A man who'd stolen a time traveling space ship, meeting new people and using superior intellect rather than violence to get in and out of sticky situations? That was right up Leonard's alley. Brains over brawn. She smiled in his direction, happy to see him content. It was worth the effort.
"You're not watching," he drawled, still not looking over at her.
Sara grinned and faced the projector.
They watched three episodes before Sara's back began to cramp. She stood, the clunky desk chair not made for long periods of sitting, and stretched, arching her back to get rid of the kinks. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the large expanse of bed that was available and made her decision. Grabbing the popcorn and another beer, she moved over to the side of Leonard's bed. "Shove over."
He did, but added, "You know, if you'd wanted to get into my bed, you didn't need to go to all this work. A simple, 'Leonard, you were right from the beginning – divert me,' would have sufficed."
"In your dreams," Sara retorted easily, getting comfortable next to him. Their shoulders were touching, but it was relaxed.
"In my dreams, there's very little talking from either of us," Leonard countered, his smirk apparent.
Sara grinned, falling into the playful banter. "They must be dreams, then. Because I'm a talker. And I like it even more when my partner is, too."
"I'll keep that in mind."
For a moment, Sara imagined what it would be like to hear obscene things whispered in Leonard's careful speech. Drawling indecent words over her skin and in her ears, with his fingers trailing in their wake. Blue eyes staring into hers, seeing far more than he should, more than she wanted to show, and always knowing what she needed to hear.
She shivered and Leonard misinterpreted. He leaned over her and grabbed the blanket she'd tossed at the foot of the bed, draping it over her legs. "Here."
"Thanks." She shouldn't be thinking about Leonard that way. Flirting was one thing, but actually falling for him? That would be the opposite of making his life better.
"Think you'd be prepared, coming into Captain Cold's room," he said lowly, talking over the intro of the next episode.
Sara glared at him, "I was prepared."
"Mhmm."
"Shut up," she grumbled.
He chuckled quietly and Sara gave into temptation, leaning against his side as the next episode began. Before the next on had ended, he'd wrapped his arm around her ("You were bogarting the popcorn," he'd argued), and Sara had curled into him more ("My back hurts from your stupid chair," she'd complained).
"Why is watching TV so exhausting?" she mumbled after the sixth episode, half asleep. "My bed is miles away."
"It's across the hall."
"Leagues."
"Says the highly trained, dangerous assassin," he chuckled.
She merely groaned.
"Sleep here then, if you'd like," Leonard said easily, his arm still around her as the credits for the episode began rolling.
"I would, but you need to get some sleep," Sara grinned, then forced herself up, leaving the warm embrace of Leonard's arm and side. It was a lot more difficult than she thought it would be. But just because he kept her from becoming a monster didn't mean he should be with whatever she was now.
"Suit yourself." He stretched on the bed, and Sara was tempted to stop and stay at the sight of his lean figure.
"Night, crook," Sara murmured from the door.
"Goodnight, assassin."
DC's Legends of Tomorrow belong to their respective creators.
"Wing Beneath My Wings" belongs to Bette Midler.
I own nothing of value. I'm doing this for purely entertainment purposes.