Chapter Three: Leave me to Dream

A/N: This is the last chapter. I'm extremely nervous about this one, so please tell me what you think. Thank you all for reading this! I hope you enjoy! :)

But I wanna dream

I wanna dream

Leave me to dream

The silence was deafening. It seemed to smother the entire house. It had been silent so long that Carter thought he had begun to lose his hearing until Kendra said,

"What do you think?" she asked, looking across the table at Carter.

"You know what I think. I know what he is saying is true."

Kendra looked back down at the table.

"We can't keep doing this," Carter said exasperatedly. "We need to make a decision before it's too late."

"You think it's true because of your 'memories' of our 'past lives'?"

Carter nodded, "Kendra, I know this is hard to believe, but it's true. I cannot tell you how many times we have had this conversation. For some reason, I usually seem to remember our past lives before you do."

Kendra stared at Carter in disbelief.

"I'm not asking you to believe me, Kendra. I'm asking you to trust me. You trust me, don't you?"

Kendra nodded.

"Then you need to trust me on this. This is a dream."

"But how can you say that? Our lives our perfect here! Why would you ever want to wake up?"

Carter looked at her sadly, "I don't. But I don't want you to die this way either. If we die now, who knows how long it will be before we find each other again."

"You really believe this, don't you?" Kendra asked seriously.

"Yes."

"Alright," Kendra finally said. "I guess it's time we woke up."

Carter smiled and reached his hand across the table to her. She grabbed it and held tightly onto it.

"We can do this," Carter reassured. Kendra looked into Carter's eyes resolutely and nodded.

They awoke.

O

"You've been very silent, Jefferson," Martin noted as he drove them down the road. He glanced at Jax.

Jax sighed, "Yeah."

"Is something wrong?"

"It's my dad."

"What's wrong with your father?"

Jax hesitated, "I think he's dead in the real world.

"Oh, Jefferson, I'm so sorry."

Jax shrugged, "It's okay."

"No, Jefferson, it's not really 'okay'. He is your father."

"I know, but I feel like I said all I needed to say to him here, so I feel okay about it now."

"So, you think this is a dream then?"

"You know, normally, I don't think I'd believe that, but ever since I met you, it felt like that was the only 'real' thing that has happened here. I know that doesn't make much sense."

"No, Jefferson, I completely understand. I feel the same way," Martin agreed.

"So," Jax started. "Are we gonna wake up now?"

Martin opened his mouth to reply, but the dream world suddenly flashed a brilliant white, and they awoke.

O

Mick sat down at the bar. The bartender placed a drink in front of him.

"I didn't order anything," Mick said to the bartender.

"The guy over there bought you this," the bartender said, nodding in the direction of the enigmatic man Mick kept on seeing.

Mick picked up his drink and walked over to the man.

"Hello, Mick."

"Who are you?" Mick said hotly.

The man coolly took a drink from his glass and slowly set it down. He surveyed Mick with icy eyes.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" Mick asked. He was getting that feeling again of almost recovering a lost memory, but it managed to escape his grasp.

"We used to be partners."

"Partners?"

"We stole stuff together," he took another sip of his drink.

"Like what?"

"Doesn't matter," the man said, waving his hand dismissively. "What matters is that you need to wake up."

"This isn't a dream."

"C'mon, Mick. You have the perfect life; you don't think that's a bit strange?"

Mick glanced around the room. Everything was perfect. He owned this club. He was popular. He was rich. He was feared.

"Why do you care if I wake up?" Mick finally asked.

The man sighed as if it pained him to say what he said next, "Because you're my friend."

"I don't have friends."

He rolled his eyes, "You definitely won't if you don't wake up."

"What's your name?" Mick asked.

The other man finished his drink and stood up as if he was going to leave. He paid for their drinks and turned to Mick one last time, "My name is Leonard Snart."

Mick felt like he was hit in the head with a sledge hammer. Memories of Snart flooded through his mind; he remembered defending the scrawny kid in juvie, he remembered their first job together, he remembered getting burned by the fire from the job that went south, he remembered acquiring the hot gun, he remembered joining the Legends, and he remembered Snart dying. Mick blinked and looked back to where Snart had been standing. He was gone. Mick looked over at the door just in time to see Snart leaving. He immediately got off of his chair and quickly went after Snart. Mick opened the door and the cold night air sharpened his senses.

"You're dead!" he shouted across the empty lot to Snart. "How are you here?"

Snart turned around and walked towards Mick, "This is a dream, Mick. I'm the part of you that wants to wake up."

"What if I don't want to wake up?" Mick asked; Snart was nearly a foot away now.

"Then I'll do this," Snart punched Mick squarely in the nose.

Mick awoke with a gasp.

O

"Ray," Anna said sitting on the couch next to Ray. "What's wrong?"

The fire from the fireplace cast a dazzling, mellow light in Anna's eyes as she looked lovingly up at Ray.

"Nothing," Ray lied, plastering a fake smile over his face.

"Ray," Anna said seriously, raising an eyebrow. "You have been acting strangely ever since you got home."

Ray sighed and fully turned towards Anna, "I don't think this is real."

"What's real?"

"This," Ray said gesturing to his big, beautiful home. "You," he said looking into Anna's eyes. "Our baby. None of it seems real. It's too perfect. You're too perfect."

"Then what is it then?"

"I think it's a dream."

"But you don't want to wake up," Anna finished for him. She knew him so well.

Ray looked at her and shook his head. Anna raised her hand and gently caressed Ray's beaten face.

"You don't belong here," she said at last.

Ray looked at her confused.

"This life isn't meant for you. You were meant for something greater."

"So, you think this is a dream, too?"

"Ray, I know this life doesn't suit you."

"What do you mean?"

Anna giggled, "Ray, you tried to save a man being beaten by muggers and ended up getting beaten yourself. You're brave, Ray," she paused. "You're a hero."

Ray looked into the fire thoughtfully, "No." He looked back at Anna with determination, "I'm a Legend."

Ray awoke.

O

"Alright," Laurel said entering Sara's room and sitting next to her on her bed. "Are you gonna tell me what's bothering you?"

"Laurel, I'm fine."

"Oh, c'mon, Sara. We both know that isn't true. Earlier today you somehow managed to take down two men. Something's up."

"I don't know how I did that," Sara admitted quietly.

The phone rang beside Sara's bed, causing her to jump. Laurel looked at her concernedly. Sara ignored her and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Ah! Ms. Lance!" a familiar voice said.

"…Rip?"

"Yes, Ms. Lance, it's me."

"How did you get my number?"

"This is a dream. I can do a number of things here that I can't do in the real world."

"What do you want?"

"Sara," Rip said seriously, using Sara's first name instead of calling her Ms. Lance. "You need to wake up soon, or you'll be trapped in the dream world forever. All you have to do is accept that this isn't real; that this is a dre – "

Sara hung up the phone.

Laurel raised an eyebrow, "Who was that?"

"An old friend."

"Didn't sound like one."

Sara didn't answer.

"Sara," Laurel said. "I don't know what's going on with you, but I'm your sister. I know you. I know that look."

"What look?"

"The look where you know what you need to do, but you refuse to do it."

Sara rose from the bed, "I'm going to take a walk."

"Sara," Laurel said also rising from the bed, looking into her sister's eyes. "Make the right choice, okay."

Sara turned around and left the room without answering. She angrily walked down the stairs and opened the door. She was unprepared for the cold and hugged herself. She looked back at the house and thought about getting a jacket, but moved on instead. She folded her arms across her chest and began walking down the street. She was suddenly aware of someone watching her. Sara looked across the road and saw a man nonchalantly leaning against a lamppost. He seemed familiar. He pushed off of the lamppost and walked across the street. Sara tensed.

"It's cold outside," he commented. He took off his blue winter coat and handed it to Sara.

"I didn't ask for your help."

He ignored her and continued to hold out his coat for her to take. Sara reluctantly took it. It was surprisingly warm. She looked back at the man. He seemed unfazed by the cold.

"Who are you?" she finally asked.

He studied her for a moment and then said, "You need to wake up."

Sara began to walk away. He followed her.

"What do you want?!" Sara said suddenly turning around. He nearly ran into her. They were mere inches apart.

"Wake up, Sara! What are you still doing here? You know this isn't real."

"I'm not leaving."

"You're going to die."

"What, like you?"

This caught him off guard, "…you remember?"

"Of course I remember," she said quietly. "I knew this was a dream for a long time."

"Then why didn't you wake up?"

"Because I want this life."

"Tough."

Sara looked down.

"Besides," Snart said. "How will the team manage without you?"

She looked back up at him, her eyes sparkling with tears. She exhaled and she could see her breath. It was getting colder. She had to wake up soon. She looked at Snart and drew even closer to him. She leaned in to kiss him, and she could feel his heat as she pulled him closer. Just before their lips met, Sara awoke with a gasp, and a single tear ran down her cheek and lightly landed on the floor.

The end