***The Vanishing Point, Somewhere Outside of Time***

***Leonard Snart POV***

Leonard stood with his right arm inside the machine that Rip had called The Oculus; with his hand firmly holding the failsafe down to make sure it would explode. To any sane person doing this would sound crazy. But there were three reasons why he was standing here and ultimately giving up his life.

One: No one had ever claimed that Leonard was sane.

Two: It would either be him or Mick and Leonard owed Mick too much to let him sacrifice his life. Not after he had abandoned Mick in that forest. Mick had always been there for him, having his back ever since they had met in Juvie, now it was time for Leonard to have his.

And three: Destroying the Oculus was the only way to guarantee that the Time Masters could no longer manipulate the timeline, thus giving the rest of the team the chance to stop Vandal Savage.

Leonard ducked his head down behind the Oculus as another laser blast bounced off the housing. Taking the chance, he looked behind him and was relieved to see that Sara had finally managed to drag the unconscious Mick back to where the rest of the team was. When the assassin turned back around to look at him one last time, Leonard could see the sadness written across her face.

"Go!" he thought trying not to think about the kiss that Sara had given him before she had left with Mick.

Leonard shook his head, unwilling to give into regrets and what ifs, not here at the end.

"Well, at least I am dying with my boots on," he thought grimly, having always hoped to go out in a blaze of glory; he just had not seen his end as being a hero.

At the thought of being a hero, as he felt the Oculus heat up uncomfortably around his arm, the memory of the one person who had ever proclaimed him to be one came to mind. The memory of Mary Alexander as he had last seen her, standing before him with a soft smile on her face as she looked up at him, her confident words ringing in his ears

"It does not matter if others, including you, don't believe you can be a hero," she had said, "You will always be one to me."

"You were right," he thought, wishing that there was some way that she would know that she had been right to believe in him.

Suddenly a group of armed guards came around the side of the Oculus with their guns pointed at him, the Time Master that Rip had called Druse at the front.

"Shut it off!" Druse demanded, taking a step toward the platform that the Oculus stood on.

The only answer he got from Leonard was a glare.

"SHUT IT OFF!" Druse screamed at him.

"There are no strings on me!" Leonard quipped sarcastically as the Oculus began to glow and shake before letting off a high pitched whine.

Then suddenly everything was blotted out in a bright blueish-white light. Leonard's right arm, the side of his face, and the upper part of his torso suddenly felt as if it were on fire, taking all of his strength to keep his hand where it was. He then felt as if her were falling as the sound of a loud explosion happened around him. As he fell, Leonard last thought was for his little sister, Lisa, and he hoped that she would be ok. That she would find a new, fresh start without him. Finally, he could hold on no more and gave in, falling into the brilliant light.

***Central City, 2016***

***Mary POV***

"Oh come on!" I grumbled having to hit my brakes again, as I sat in traffic behind a large, white, van that obviously did not know where they were going and thought that driving 25 mph in a 45 mph zone was appropriate, "I just wanna go home!"

Sighing in frustration, I reached over, turned my heat down and unzipped the front of the overly large, dark blue, parka I wore. I had just gotten off work, was tired, hungry, and sore. Reaching up, I rubbed my left shoulder, trying to relieve the ache that the cold January weather was causing. It had been over a year since the incident that had caused the injury, but the cold weather never ceased to make it hurt.

Over a year ago I had been a security shift supervisor at a call center for a private banking firm when three armed men had somehow gained access to the building. One of those men had been Leonard Snart. While trying to evacuate the building I had been shot in the shoulder and then subsequently abducted by Snart's two partners, after they had double crossed him. After two and a half days, Snart had found where they had been hiding and came for his revenge. In the process he had surprised everyone by rescuing me. In the short time that I had been with him, I had seen one undeniable thing. There was good in Leonard Snart and even if everyone thought I was wrong, he was a hero to me.

Looking to my left I spotted a side street that was empty and decided to try a shortcut, if it would get me out of traffic. Cutting left, I started down the dark street as thought of the man that had saved my life filled my mind and I burrowed down into the parka that had been his. When he had left me at the hospital, he had left the parka on me. Six weeks later he had surprised me by showing up in my apartment, obviously uncomfortable with my declaring he was a hero. A smile I could not help came to my face as I thought about what he had said to me when I had tried to give him the parka back.

"Keep it as a reminder," he had said, "For the next time you find trouble to run faster."

I laughed slightly at the memory and wondered where Leonard had gotten off to, as I had not seen or heard from or about him in over a year.

It could be that he and his sister had finally left town, as the heat on them as criminals would undoubtedly have eventually caught up with them eventually. It could also be that a lot had changed with me in the last year also. I had been promoted from shift to site supervisor, and consequently first shift, and had moved from my small apartment in the crowded part of town I was in to a nice two bedroom house out toward Kingston. Maybe I had not been paying the close attention that I thought I had. I just hoped that he had finally seen the good in himself that I knew was there. I sighed and shook my head at myself, anyone would believe with the way I thought about this man that I was in love.

Laughing at the thought, I turned a corner and went down a narrow street bordered on both sides by tall buildings. It happened seconds later. As I quickly looked down at the clock in my dash board, a slight movement caught the corner of my eye. I looked up and quickly slammed on my brakes as a person stumbled out of an alley and right into the path of my car. With screeching tires, my car slid to a stop and I sat there with a death grip on the steering wheel.

"Oh Lord," I prayed silently as I finally got out of the car on shaking legs, "Please don't let me have just killed someone!"

As I walked to the front of my car, I saw someone on their knees on the pavement.

"No," I thought as panic started to build inside of me as I spotted the familiar close cropped dark hair that had more gray in it than the last time I had saw him, "I can't be!"

I knelt down in front of him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Leonard?" I asked in a soft, shocked tone of voice causing him to look up at me and I gasped at what I saw.

"Oh no," I gasped, seeing what looked to be burns running up his right arm, down the upper part of his torso and neck, with a few across his jaw and cheek, "What happened to you?!"

"Mary?" he asked, sounding uncertain and surprised, "Where… where am I?"

"Um… we are at Fifth and Flagler," I replied, looking up at the street signs that were illuminated by my headlights.

"I'm… I'm back in Central City?" he asked, looking at me with dazed eyes.

"Leonard, what happened to you," I asked again, scared by the look in his eyes.

His pupils were so dilated that only the rim of his blueish-green irises could be seen.

"I…I don't know," he replied, slumping forward to lean against me, "I can't remember."