Hey, I'm back again with another one, and-oh ho-ly crap! Ten Favorites!? WHAT!? That's like insane…not that I'm complaining, of course. And one review…that's not something common. That's interesting. Hehe.

Alrighty, now down to business.

There's no particular prompt that goes with this, just something in my head. Actually, this was largely inspired by chapter nine of tvfan69's Cover Stories and Family Bonding. If you haven't read it, go read it! Mostly, this trope in the Legends of Tomorrow world involve Sara getting sick. So today, it's both Sara and Ray, just to change things up a bit. Enjoy.

"If you had to get sick, you should have done it while you were stuck in '58." Leonard Snart leaned back in his seat, stretching his long legs luxuriously out in front of him and turning to glare at two person across the holo-table. Believing Raymond was sick was one thing, but it wasn't often you saw an assassin wearing footie pajamas and snuggling with a blanket.

"I believe that would be something that the League of Assassins would frown quite deeply upon," commented Rip, walking in from the kitchen with Kendra, balancing a bowl of soup in each hand. Had to love that barista training.

"He's not wrong." Sara looked up, her voice croaky and miserable sounding, her eyes red. Though they lightened slightly when she saw what Kendra was carrying. "I haven't had soup since before I left you in the fifties."

"I'm sorry if our being sick is making you a bit uncomfortable, Snart," Ray grumbled. His normally bright demeanor had been weighted down slightly with his sickness.

Len was almost starting to like him in this state. And that was concerning to him.

"I acknowledge your apology, and I don't accept it." That was about all Raymond would be getting.

"Perhaps, Mr. Snart, if you won't be helpful then you shouldn't be here at all." Stein suggested. Len reached to his hip and took hold of the handle of his cold gun, and Stein backed up about a step. The younger man didn't bother to hide his smirk.

Across the room, Sara looked up from her bowl of soup, appearing to be attempting to hide her disgust. "Kendra?"

"Hmm?" The other woman looked up from where she was spoon-feeding Ray.

"Did you by any chance add salt from that jar on the counter?"

Kendra nodded. "Yeah, sure. Same thing I added to the eggs this morning. By the way, Jax, that's the last time we're putting you on breakfast duty. From now on, you're confined to the dishes."

Jax looked offended, glancing up from his book briefly with a rather un-amused expression.

Even in her weakened state, Sara grinned. "Don't blame it on Jax, Kendra. See, Snart and I noticed something this morning."

"Right," Len drawled, sitting up straight and replanting his feet on the floor. "See, even I'll admit there's a lot I admire about this ship. But I have been able to find a few issues since we joined on. The bulkhead doors, for example. And then there are the spice containers. Sure, things are labeled by first letter. But there are two things that look very similar that also happen to start with the same letter."

Kendra's brown eyes widened with realization. "I was using sugar?" Len and Sara nodded together.

"I'll take that as my cue to be in the kitchen bright and early tomorrow morning!" Said Jax cheerfully, after a long moment.

Every one turned to him, for once speaking in one voice; "No!"

And, finished! I thought that was fun, actually. Quite fun. Ah well, I appreciate the fav's of course, but a couple of reviews would be nice as well ;) (And some prompts, please?)

Next time!

~Argent