Here - have a bit more - because Fuck Destiny & Leonard Snart Lives!
Sara Lance sighed in her sleep and snuggled a bit deeper into her pillows. At some level, she was aware that she was tucked up cozily in her own bed on the Waverider. And then her eyes blinked open. How the hell had she gotten here?
She pushed herself up cautiously on one elbow, noting that she was dressed in a comfy-soft tee shirt and shorts, and that nothing seemed to pull or ache at her movements. Her suit was back on its mannequin, her weapons were in their respective places on the rack, and…there was a crook in her chair.
Leonard had the chair tipped back slightly against her desk, where the new cold gun Cisco had hastily pressed into his hands had been meticulously dismantled.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," he said.
"Yeah, right," Sara grumbled, pushing her hair away from her face. "How'd I get here?"
"I brought you back here last night, after Gideon fixed the ribs that you finally managed to break during Demons, Round Two. Gideon said you needed sleep, and I figured your bunk would be more comfortable than falling out of one of those damn chairs in medbay. Your friend Zari helped you change," he added, with a hint of a smirk. "I don't have an actual death wish."
There was something in his tone…something a trifle warmer than his usual public facade, and yet…tentative.
"How come you're all the way over there?"
"I didn't want to presume."
"Since when?"
Leonard sighed. "Look, for me, the Oculus was just yesterday, but obviously it's been a lot longer for you." He gestured around the room, encompassing the sprawling bed, with its frosty grey blankets and comforter. "This isn't the space camp bunk I remember. Who exactly are Nate and Zari? And where's Stein and the kid? And then there's you - captain of a timeship that battles demons?"
Now it was Sara's turn to sigh. "It's been two years for us." She sat up, shoving a pillow behind her back. "Bottom left drawer," she told him.
Snart swung the chair around and bent down to look. After a moment, he came up with a bottle of scotch and a worn deck of cards. He looked up at her with one eyebrow raised inquiringly.
"Lose the boots and get over here with those. It's a long story, and we may as well be comfortable."